to everyone’s utter lack of surprise, our government has just fallen, moments ago, in a vote of no confidence in the house of commons. it seems there will be an election in january, which is weird. a vote of no confidence is weird, too, but a january vote? it's a terrible time of year to have to leave your house on a civic errand that you were unlikely to have run in any case.
we'll see, i guess.
throughout the coverage, though, i was struck over and over again by the youthful humour with which the commentators remarked on the proceedings. cbc has always been in my background as an adult voice of mature reason and intelligent reflection. as a child i strained to understand the political discussions and the well-read sense of humour bandied about so easily. i admired all of it terribly.
then today i heard two commentators snicker over the moustache a former parliamentarian used to have in the 70's, saying it was magnum p.i.-like. and i realised:
i'm listening to people my age.
cbc now employs smart 30 year olds. it probably always has. it never occurred to me that it was possible for me to work at cbc, (realistically, that is. i mean, sure, i could put bullet deflecting bracelets on, too, and run around saving the world in my see-through airplane with my golden lasso, but, i mean, how likely is *that* to happen?) and now i feel stupid for having been conned into staying a child in front of the radio. i want a job at cbc.
i could do it.
i've seen magnum.
everyone, and i mean *everyone*, i know is getting married and having babies right now, but not me! i'm a kid in front of a radio.
shit.
