...because if I sit in the back room at my inlaws' house, I can just get a trace of an unsecured wireless network.
Bwaa-haaa-haaaa...hands up, Beach residents: I am here, and I have come for your bandwidth.
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Margaret Atwood: Strange Things : The Malevolent North in Canadian Literature (Clarendon Lectures in English Literature)
Right to the frosty tips of my Maritime 'burg nestles the omnipresent appreciation of all things Canadian - lest not forget, 'natch, that this is Lower Canada, first founded, settled by those who settled and therefore most appropriate dwelling-place for some serious CanLitticism on a chilly eve - a hunger best feasted with the reigning Empress of post-Dominion Culture, here her own splendid Wendigo-fed self most engaging with a bemused discussion of the particular neuroses provoked by our frozen mythoscape that are so lovingly delineated by myriad earnest PhD dissertations from sea to sea to sea.
Candace Savage: Crows : Encounters with the Wise Guys
Seduced by the caw of the wild that blankets the UNB campus with a murderous cacophany of harbingers of death at the same time every fall, I put this on my Chrismas list hoping for some new insight into these amazing creatures that mimic human speech and modified tool use - instead, I found surprizingly mediocre musings on evolutionary biology from an unqualified, underresearching hack writer made bearable only by a bevy of lovely photographs and images of our witty black-feathered bretheren.
I've found you! Mwahahaha!
We need to hang out more. Class and class-based activities just don't cut it. Slap your wife and your wife's substitute husband (A.C.) into shape and start helping me plan fun activities!
Posted by: Zhengshu | October 27, 2004 at 01:02
So, you've mastered the art of WiFi now? I was wondering when you'd become a bandwidth pirate. Arrrg.
Posted by: James | October 27, 2004 at 12:14