My blog hunting today started with a trip to the bus stop, where I saw this guy. As you can see he contains infinite knowledge (the fur conceals it everywhere but his eye), he told me "the blog you seek lies with the man who walks through logs". I knew just who this was and assuming Canadiana attracts Canadiana I knew just where to find him.
This is Fred Penner or as he was known throughout my childhood "the guy who goes through the log," I found him at a place called Chainsaw.
So, this guy, who used to have a kid's show on the CBC, is now doing a tour of campus pubs and playing requests (which included a bunch of folk standards, the alphabet, and even an attempt at Stairway to Heaven). He seems to have made great catch of the popularity of irony, and the best bits of blog were definitely the ones found overheard:
"There are grown people, with drinks in their hand, sitting on the floor, singing along"
"Everyone's just so happy....if it was anyone else...everyone just... just Fred Penner's awesomeness"
"It must be like weird for him. Like when he wrote these songs he was thinking of like little kids, and now were all like drunk."
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Saturday 26 March 2011
Thursday 10 March 2011
Blog hunting
So I went on my first blog hunting adventure, it turned out to be a lot colder and wetter than all the pretty sunny pictures on everyone else's blogs.
This is a bike. I found it in the trees behind my building. I had hoped it would carry me on my way to blogging adventures, hope sunk when it was frozen into the ground, rose when the pedals turned, and was abandoned when I discovered the tires had no air.
Then I decided the best place to find some blog would be the Charles Street bus terminal. No blog there, just cold wet shoes.
I found this guy though, he seemed friendly, even crawled back down from the top of the tree to get his picture taken.
Here's a bit more text, just to make everything look nice and balanced, and so you guys don't fall into a big empty space while you're reading.
I decided blog hunting might be a bit more fun with another person. So, your names have all been entered into a random* lottery, when your name is drawn it's your turn to help me find some blog. (*lottery results may not be completely random)
This is a bike. I found it in the trees behind my building. I had hoped it would carry me on my way to blogging adventures, hope sunk when it was frozen into the ground, rose when the pedals turned, and was abandoned when I discovered the tires had no air.
Then I decided the best place to find some blog would be the Charles Street bus terminal. No blog there, just cold wet shoes.
I found this guy though, he seemed friendly, even crawled back down from the top of the tree to get his picture taken.
Here's a bit more text, just to make everything look nice and balanced, and so you guys don't fall into a big empty space while you're reading.
I decided blog hunting might be a bit more fun with another person. So, your names have all been entered into a random* lottery, when your name is drawn it's your turn to help me find some blog. (*lottery results may not be completely random)
Wednesday 9 March 2011
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