shadowspar

So, I was lucky enough to get Basia Bulat's CD Heart of My Own this past Christmas. It's awesome, she's awesome, and anyone who's been following along at home for a while already knew that I would say that. =)

Here are two tracks of hers that I hadn't heard before the CD made its way into my hot little hands.

Basia Bulat, "Run".

...adore her so much.

Ok, so here's how this goes down.

I head on over to Sault Michigan to buy some gas from Hugo and to pick up a few things from Glen's. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I've had the worst craving for ketchup chips today, so I figured that I'd pick a bag up while doing my late-night grocery run. But lo and behold, there were none to be found...not at the gas station, nor at the grocery store, no matter how many times I paced up and down the junk food isle trying to suss out where they might be hidden.

I still can't quite wrap my head around this one. Part of the reason that a road trip through the States is fun is that you get to sample the ginormous selection of junk food that you guys have access to, which positively dwarfs what we have here. Yet somehow, in the vast ocean of snack food, one can't find the humble ketchup chip, which is ubiquitous north of the border.

Is this yet another bit of Canadian content that I need to bring to Penguicon?