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Ontario Sucks

This is the title of a song by The Arrogant Worms. It is funny. Today, I agree with it for the following reasons:

a) snowplows leave inordinate amounts of snow on driveways. It is a pain to shovel it. We don't have this problem in Vancouver.
b) I thought the bathroom ads in BC were disturbing...the TV ads are worse here. I can't get over two of them - I think for health care, or safety - that's it. The Work and Safety Board, whatever they're called... their ads are graphic and disturbing. I will change the channel when they come on.
c) It is cold.
d) Transit is not as good. Well, that's Guelph to Vancouver, not Ontario to BC.

I still love Ontario. I am not yet convinced that BC is "the promised land" as one friend told me. But the grass is always greener on the other side, and now that I'm in Ontario, I guess I can whine a little.

Whiny baby is the new term of endearment at Fun City...

{editor's note, 10:15pm: I am not at all as upset with Ontario as I realized I seem. I love the snow. I love my family. I love my family's new house. I am in a surprisingly good mood, considering the stress of the day. I get to see family and friends this week. Life is good. And now it's time for bed.}

Comments

Laura J said…
It very well may have been me who told you BC IS the promised land. When you come back in January that first step off the plane will consolidate what you know to be the truth deep, deep down!
Beth said…
it was indeed you. the first time we met :)
Sarah said…
Toronto (Ontario's capital city) has an excelent transit system. I've never been to Vancouver, but I would guess that the size of a city has something to do with the quality of public transit. Guelph is growing, but still isn't big enough to compete with Toronto and Vancouver.
Vaness said…
Yeah! I HATE those commercials. The one with the girl in the kitchen who's a chef. I was so disturbed after I saw that one I sat on the couch with my mouth agape for about 2 minutes. I too change the channel when those commercials come on.

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