It’s Friday, we all need a laugh…

… so today I’ll break from answering questions and post this most amazing and hilarious nugget.

Rachel of Lessons Learned, bless her, posted a link in this blog, a link to Scalzi’s report of his visit to the creationist museum. It’s a long post but oh so worth taking the time to read.

Scalzi made his way to my favourites list with that one post. That museum seems positively surreal and his description of it is great. Check out both their blogs, it’ll give you something to do while you’re pretending to work.

And a new Viagra commercial… “See a doctor if your erection lasts more than 4 hours”! If a guy was poking at me with a woody for more than four hours, I can guarantee he’d also be seeing a doctor for a black eye… and probably a broken bone – and yes, it might just be that one.

Poor Elvis. (If for any reason the link doesn’t work, look up Viva Viagra on YouTube).

Q&A #4

I really have to thank everybody for their questions. It’s helping me out big time, ’cause right now there’s nothing to blog about, except perhaps whining about how much November sucks.

From Geewits – You speak English so well, so I want to ask: Do you ever think or dream in English?

Actually despite my “frenchness” I learned both languages pretty much at the same time. Dad was in the air forde and I spent my early childhood in Nova Scotia. Mom has told me that when I started going outside to play I’d periodically come in and ask whether such and such a word was English or French.

Both my siblings and I are pretty much completely bilingual today because when we were at home unlike lots of parents, ours refused to answer us if we spoke English. We were ignored. Of course, because of this, Mom never did learn to speak very good English. She was able to get by, but was never really comfortable with it. Which is too bad for her but ensured that we would speak both languages.

Together my brother, sister and I spoke a sort of Frenglish. Sentences would be started in French finished in English, questions asked in one language and answered in the other. To this day, if a word doesn’t come to mind immediately in one language I’ll substitute the other. It made for interesting encounters when my siblings’ boy/girlfriends would come over for dinner the first time and we’d start talking like that without realizing it. The blank looks were priceless.

I think of the three of us, I’m probably the one most comfortable in French, as I came to Quebec the youngest. They came here in high school, and finished that level in English. This of course was way before Bill 101 (for you Americans, a French language law in Quebec). I was in elementary school when we got here, which I fininshed in English. Then my evil parents stuck me in French shool for high school (in retrospect: Thank you Mom!), I did my Cegep (a sort of weird junior collge you have here which is basically the last year of high school and first of Uni elsewhere) in English and went to university in French.

So I’m as bilingual as a person can be I think… and I have totally not answered Geewits’ question.

Actually I think interchangeably in both languages, depending on who I’m with and the context. Often I decide not to think at all because then I’d have to actually use my brain, which is sometimes more than I can handle…

As for dreaming, I honestly don’t know. I’m not big on rembering my dreams, and when I do, I’ll pretty much only remember what went on, without actually talking.