centre of the universe - the dreaming

Yesterday, I saw the Canadian War Museum. It's a building of interesting architecture (there's Morse code incorporated into the design, which I decoded for my colleague DD). It's strangely larger on the inside than it is on the outside, because it's built like a bunker.

There was only one clown.

I did not make it through without losing it and breaking down in tears, but I didn't really try all that hard to do so.

Then it was to Byward Market to eat and hang out at Zaphod Beeblebrox (yes, I know, it's gimmicky. But it's gimmicky in a way that makes me want to go there *all the time*) and have a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster (which was *terrible*, although rather sweeter than I had imagined. I would have used tequila rather than JD) and a Slartibartfast (marginally better, although still pretty disgusting).

I will be making a post At A Later Date entitled : "Things I Learned in Ottawa". Stay tyooooned.

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So Ottawa is gorgeous. I think I might be just about the only person in the entire country who's never been to Ottawa.

But here's the deal: I'm terribly ashamed that I have forgotten (or never knew) rather a lot of Canadian history. I wish Darren were here to tell me who all these folks on all the statues are (there was one that I told Pirate Dan was Hamlet. Turned out Hamlet never came to Ottawa, and the statue was of some guy who drownded trying to save a drownding woman. Sure looked like Hamlet). And why there are a series of canals. And what's up with the beer tent on the grounds of Parliament. And who it is who feeds the white cat hanging around the Parliament buildings. And how old this place is anyway. And how many folks live here.

I know I could probably look some of this stuff up on Wikipedia, but it's not the same. Maybe I'll ask a passer-by.

Note: Did not find Steve's office. Surmised he is kept in basement filing room, doing filing.

Labels: Ottawa