Exploding dog is spying on me

Again, explodingdog was very apropos (and rhyme-y) on the day I wrote the barrister's exam.

I give you: I can do anything if I try,


and, I hope I can finish this before I die.


A true reflection of the dichotomous magic that is writing a 7 hour multiple choice exam.

Delinquent Blogging

So, I had a bloggable event (Emma's visit) then I got sick, then the bar materials tried to kill me and eat my brain and as a result blogging kind of got away from me.

Emma and I had a lot of fun. This visit was particularly notable because we finally made it to the War Museum. We tried to get to this attraction before but were unsuccessful. Our lack of visitation may have had something to do with one of us leading the other to the location of the old war museum (where nary a war museum was) . As a result, the previous time we toured the Canadian Mint instead. Free advice: don't tour the mint on a Saturday when it's just a big empty factory with nothing happening.

Not surprisingly, the War Museum does not really lend itself to jaunty pictures given the subject matter...but we got a few.

Unlike the teacup ride debacle of the late 1980s, Emma is tall enough to defend Canada.

I was all saucy-like avec tank.

We filled our brains with historical learning. We found out that this desk can protect you from nuclear attack:


We also discovered that the only thing one needs to do to join a tank crew is to obtain a metal chapeau. (Would you like to join a tank crew? Try on this helmet and become a Canadian tanker.) Seems like a rather low standard to join the military.

Then, a very, very bad game was played involving Adie's wedding garter and the dog...


It was no Canadian Mint, but a good time was had by all.