Rockin out to a little Native Land music

Home again.

O look, the Junos (like the Grammies but only for Canadian musical types) are on. O Canadian music, how I love thee.

Except for Nicklecrap, sometimes known as Nickleback, but only to the supremely dim and those who have zero taste in music. I loath Nicklecrap. And what's with the mop Chad Kroeger insists on wearing on his head? O no wait, that's just his hair. Or that small animal, possibly a vole, clinging to his chin? Wait. Ya that's his beard.

I could go on, but I'll restrain myself.

And they did something right again this year and got Russel Peters to host again. Excellent.


In other news, I discovered today that all it takes is a big camera with a Nikon neck strap to officially be a photographer. I ran around my aunt's bridal shower with my camera, snapping pics, and everyone seemed to think it was my job or something.
Meh, works for me.