Episode 72 - Recording Through My Shorts

Lake Superior and all of the Inferior Lakes

We had a bit of time on Friday afternoon so we went for a little drive and talked about Icelandic names.  They list their phonebook by first names there.  They are insane.  We then went to a pawn shop.  I've never been to a pawn shop, so, well, that was fun.

Then it was Saturday and off to groceries, but, no gin and pernod!  Yeah, we went shopping early as Isabelle is off on an artspedition this afternoon.  She's going up north of where we typically camp in Lake Superior Provincial Park.  

Oh hey, Isabelle has an Etsy shop, you should buy stuff from there.  (The words 'Etsy shop' are linked there, oh and there too).

What is a lake?  What makes a lake a lake?  I figure it is arbitrary.

Episode 70 - Fake Bikers

Today is the 11th anniversary of us arriving back in Sault Ste. Marie from Newfoundland.  So, we celebrated by podcasting!  Actually, umm, well it is Saturday and we had to get groceries.

We just had a really fun camping trip up at Agawa Bay in Lake Superior Provincial Park.  We were up there for four days and Jon had trouble finding wifi.  

There has been a lot of talk in town about the Algoma Central Railway, specifically the passenger service between Sault Ste. Marie and Hearst, ON.  The train has been shut down for now, which is rough on some people.  

While up at Agawa we ran into some faux bikers.  I, for some reason, found them really annoying.....

Episode 69 - There is No Bingo

Join us in our drudgery, err, an exciting trip to buy stuff.

It is our wedding anniversary today, so you will notice a theme today.  We talked about how French on the internet, and in general, doesn't get the respect it deserves and it is annoying. This seems especially true on the web.  People don't seem to care that missing accents, for example, ARE SPELLING MISTAKES.

In exciting news, Isabelle almost got killed by someone in the parking lot, so that was fun.

Our city is slowly changing, though it is still pretty far behind other places.

I got gin today that came with a handy bottle of tonic, what a time to be alive.  We talked a bit about our wedding, where Isabelle's cousin married us, which was pretty damned cool.  Oddly, her cousin was born in Austin, TX, where her dad was a psychology professor.  Oh and Isabelle's aunt looks like Isabelle but older.

We ended by listening to a little Sinatra and realized that he just talked for the most part.