This guy got on the subway with three tiny, scrunchy pomeranians that looked like they'd just gotten out of the dryer. Okay, fine, but none of them were on leashes and it was Saturday afternoon. The pomeranians were not well behaved. They ran up and down the subway. Two of them went between this seated woman's legs, seemingly oblivious to her. If I were her, honest to God, I would've given one a foot nudge. Not a whole kick, but really. The owner, a 40 year old male who seemed totally normal in all other respects, also had a modern three wheel baby carriage. I was horrified to see it tip over. Of course he wasn't - it was full of four more pomeranians. A couple of riders actually thought this whole thing was cute. A woman asked if there's anywhere he can't bring them. He confessed in certain places the dogs get too squirmy. I was staring bloody, poison-tipped daggers at this man and his pests. When he got off after one stop, of course two of the dogs that had wandered 20 feet away were reluctant to come, so he held open the doors for about ten seconds while he called for them. "Mitzi! Sushi! C'mon Sushi, here Sushi!" Fuck, seriously. By the way, jCup informed me about the cancellation of jPod. I might just write an email to audience relations at CBC. Or call into Cross Country Hiccup and bend whatever they're discussing to make it about jPod. I'll say this, the fist few episodes could've been stronger, so it is sort of jPod's fault for missing the mark at the very beginning, which is obviously something you cannot afford to do in such a competitive game as TV, but the show was getting a lot stronger and really, it was becoming the best Canadian TV show on right now not to mention being a genuinely good show. [Run-on sentence, consider revising]
Whenever I see snowfall of this magnitude, I am always puzzled that North America is the car capital of the world. Seriously. How much easier is it to clear a couple train tracks than all these roads? And to think of all those automobiles from the 'teens and 'twenties that weren't nearly as robust as what we have now, to imagine them all being made in Michigan, which is practically Canada. They wouldn't even be driveable 5 months of the year in the state they were built in.
I have had my own adventures in the snow today that began at 8:00 a.m. When I got home, my face was sure red, man. Got home, showered up and changed, but there are more horrorventures over the horrorizon.
I think my reply post on Jacob's is longer than my own post.