(And how many of you read that in Prof. Farnsworth's voice? We could probably be friends. Or high-five buddies, I don't want to rush things.) I've been living in DC for a little over six months; I've been in the States for over a year. However, due to a Series of Fortunate events, we are going to be moving again - this time to the beautiful Montreal.
Part of me is a little miffed, because it was an increibly long schlog to get my Green Card.
(Shhhh, I say to all who begin to say Huh huh, it's not hard. In the movies --
Hush now, I continue, taking their shoulder and gently but firmly pressing my index finger to their lips, whispering. Everything you think you know is a liiie.)
It is a terrible, long, expensive process. However, J--- will not have that problem getting to Canada (not because immigration is easier there - it is not), but because he will be entering on different circumstances, so we will not have to be seperated from each other, stuck in one or another country, as we were before. It's a long story. Sigh.
And Montreal! It is an incredible city, and I can't wait to be a part of it. As is Quebec City, which basically looks like it was lifted off of a Harry Potter film set.
It was Valentine's Day yesterday. I've honestly never been big on it - born, most likely, of celebrating it for years as Singles Awareness Day . . . Big fan of the discounts on heart-shaped boxes of chocolates on the 15th, though.
But I don't want to be down on Valentine's Day, I know that some people really like it and it is hard to be indignant about a day, even a fabricated one, that is expressly supposed to be about love. However, because I feel that there is almost nothing that is above lampooning, for those who would like to take the piss out of Valentine's Day: Have you tried Pontypool?
Takes place entirely within a radio station (those of you who are also fans of Welcome to Nightvale will appreciate this form). Excellent movie, but I am also a big fan of the radio show.
In closing, a little something I did a couple of years ago.