I would like to announce that I am in the running to be the next American Idol judge. Replacing Simon Cowell will be a big job, but I think I am up for it. I have a great appetite for terrible music and a chronic addiction to making fun of people for anything and everything that they have no control over. All the travel will be a strain on me, but I think M wil go along with it and we get the summer to prepare for the next round of additions. I’m excited at the prospect of joining the show and working with Randy, Kara and Ellen.
Unrelated to my future employer, M and I just got back from a lengthy stay in the great Canadian Rockies. As one traveler said at the Peyto Lake stop: “Mother nature doesn’t do it any better than this”. I have to agree. I can’t imagine many other places that could consistently fill me with awe and wonder. Great raw natural beauty and abundant wildlife made for an experience that made me happy and sad at the same time. Happy for obvious reasons, but sad because that joker was right – it’s not going to get much better than this. I have set myself up to be disappointed for years to come. This does not mean I regret going – quite the opposite. I am glad we saw it now while we are young and can remember it for years to come. This, as opposed to the hordes of older folks rolling around in motor homes, taking in these sights in their golden years. My eyes are probably better than theirs, so even though we were looking at the same thing I think I saw it better and will remember it for longer. We got to see all the animals from the guidebooks, but the most unexpected one was a porcupine. He was one of the coolest critters I have ever seen. Calgary and Phoenix were just ok as waystops on the trip. Phoenix was filled with people wearing similar outfits and Calgary was kind of a blah town. I’m not going to say much else about it here. Ridiculous, amazing, wonderful.
Our Canada car, a Hyundai Accent hatchback, was pretty cool. It was cheap and slow and rough on bumps, but it had potential. I’m a big fan of the hatchback. If M wanted to get set up in a VW GTI or Mini Cooper S or some other hot hatch, I would not be opposed to that.
There’s a mirror in the kebab house, a café near where I work. This is the greatest mirror on the planet. Most mirrors are pretty sweet because they contain such wonderful subject matter, but this one must have better lighting or something, because I always rock this mirror particularly hard. It’s tough ordering lunch there, so I bring lunch to avoid the awkwardness.
