Showing posts with label canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label canada. Show all posts

Friday, August 31, 2007

Bag o' milk


I found this picture online on the first page of a google image search for milk bags (hence the mystery child in the background). This looks like the same kind of milk bag container that we always had at our house, except maybe in a different color. I've posted this basically so that my American friends know what a 'milk bag' is - and because I miss being able to buy milk in a bag.

Monday, May 7, 2007

Thanks, Earth Sciences!

Val and I crashed the Earth Sciences BBQ! We disguised ourselves as marine geologists and stealthily made our way over the James Hall so we could get some burgers and dogs. Can't beat a free meal (well unless someone pays you to eat something. but that's sort of sketchy, really). I wonder if anyone realised there were *gasp* ocean engineering students in their midst. You know, it was almost like being a spy or something. Speaking of which, you should check out this CNN article ( Canada's poppy spy coin ) in which some U.S. Army contractors, in their infinite wisdom, mistakenly launched a counter-spy investigation into a suspicious Canadian coin. That's right, they even believed that we (as a nation, naturally) planted super secret spy coins in their pockets while they weren't looking. Little do they realise that it was only a cover up, only meant to throw them off the scent. The real spy coins have Queen Elizabeth on them. You can tell if yours is a spy coin by checking if the Queen's eyes follow you as you move around.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

R/V Gulf Challenger, yeah!

Another fun day on the Gulf Challenger. It was actually very nice today, it was warm and the seas were very calm - (I suppose it's easier to have calm seas when you're on a river). I took a picture of a little sign hung up 'downstairs' in the cabin area. I thought it was funny.

I'm going to be doing my thesis project on acoustic positioning, specifically on a harbour tracking system in the Portsmouth harbour. And the Americans all want me to spell harbour wrong (harbor!!) Can you believe it? The very cover on my thesis is going to have a word spelled wrong. How can I go back to Canada? They'll never ever take me seriously! (if they ever did)