What they call Smarties we call Rockets (even if the package on their "Smarties" still says "Made in Canada"). It's so sad (and ruins jokes from time to time. e.g.: "What colour M&Ms do you prefer?" "Smarties.") I always bring treats back after a visit north; ketchup chips are a common surprise winner.

Personally, I hate spoilers. I go out of my way to avoid letting them slip for friends, and I will consciously avoid watching trailers for movies that I am looking forward to. That said...

I watched Titanic at the university theatre after it had finished its initial run in the regular cinema. Therefore, the ticket was half-price. This is why I do not feel bad about looking at my mother halfway through, when the water is to Jack's knees, and asking her, "Is this all it does for the rest of the movie?"

I always get really confused when my American friends mention American chocolate bars, like Paydays. I retaliate by reminding them that they can't get Mars bars anymore. But then I remember that I can't, either, until I'm back in Canada, and it makes me sad.

Me too! I never thought twice about it until I was a teenager and someone mentioned it.

I rolled max height and weight the last time I rolled a human. The dice loved that girl... But usually, I don't use dice for physical features. It's not relevant to the game mechanics, so why bother?

A similar site has existed for years. Specifically, a subsection of another site, Cockeyed.com

I was barely paying attention I spotted Neil deGrasse Tyson. He spoke at my graduation and made a rocket-based dick joke at the expense of our (greatly disliked) university president. It was great.

Bag selection is vital. I had a conversation in the Galway train station bathroom with a lady about how wonderful my convertible backpack was. (She had bought the same model for her older children at some point.)

I always read "the Polka Dot Door" with the appropriate melody. It's inescapable.

I always thought that chest hair looked icky and dirty. Possibly oily. There is a very good chance this stems from Gaston in Disney's Beauty & the Beast, but I always preferred the smooth-chested look.

It's amazing what a little awareness can do. Congratulations! :)

I like and sometimes even respect George W. Bush. (No, really. I'd never vote for him, though, even if I could.) Stephen Harper is a vile scumbag. It's his eyes. They're full of EVIL.

Clearly, they have no taste.

"Maybe they're tired of displacing discs in their necks to kiss a woman."

"Ninety-eight percent are simply elective procedures for mothers who want to have dead children."

If you're in the US, they air it on Hulu.

Bug Juice?

I, too, am so jealous. Every time I drive past the Space and Rocket Center, I wish I had known Space Camp had existed when I was the right age. (Nevermind that it was in another country for me.) It just looks so awesome.

It was a balmy 89 here (Alabama) today; everyone I know was remarking joyously on how cool it was. Finally, the week of storms did some good. 100 degree heat and high humidity was hell, and will be hell again when it returns. Best of luck to the East Coast.