Hey look, it’s back.
Wait, what did you think I was talking about?
Image credit: Karin Beil
Well, actually it never left. It just hasn’t made a lot of noise recently. That is, until now.
Ever wonder how the American Revolution created Canada?
Well, as it turns out the Continental Army was at least as interested in Canada as it was in its own jurisdictions, at least at first. That had some far-reaching consequences. So let’s take a look, eh? Beauty!
We’re back from Portland MUCH later than expected. I’m not even going to try to clean out the staff car until tomorrow.
However, I’m happy to report we had a spectacular time at the Rush concert.
Today’s post is a little earlier than usual. Rush plays a three-hour set, and I don’t expect to be back at the hotel room until after 11 p.m. With an eight-year-old in tow, that means there won’t be any late night writing tonight.
Oh she thinks she can handle it, but I know better.
Image credit: Rafael Edwards
So there won’t be any concert accounts until tomorrow. Sorry ’bout that.
It’s Friday. Concert weekend with Rush at last!
And it’ll be so, so much cooler than this.
Image credit: Trevor Dodge
Looking forward to pleasant temperatures and no opening act this time around (in stark contrast to having to endure 45 minutes of Mr. Big, as was the case back in 1992), I’m packed and ready to go. All that’s left here is the Friday Crap Roundup.
It’s amazing how quickly a subject for this blog sometimes presents itself.
Since Σ and I are going to Portland in a couple days to see Rush, she’s staying with me beginning tonight. Having just put her to bed, I was resigned to writing tonight about how she’s looking forward to an all-day car trip to Oregon’s I-5 corridor to … “go to the mall.”
Which, as I told her, makes about as much sense as going to Japan to eat at McDonald’s.
As it turns out, you can thank the UK’s Daily Mail for saving you from reading about that.
Not much inspiration today, I’m afraid. I’ve been sitting here reading various Internet flotsam, eating Boulder Canyon Parmesan and Garlic potato chips and drinking Dr. Pepper Cherry. All to no avail.
Not even Lafayette could bring forth the snark today. It’s that bad.
I suppose I’m entitled to skip a day, especially considering the marathon posts of the previous two. But no! I must sally forth! So today, I’ll focus on upcoming events.