This is episode is sponsored by the collective socialist consciousness known to your puny human minds as “Canada”.
Sorry if you haven’t been assimilated yet, we are all out shoveling snow, eh.
In a bilingual country with a dashingly handsome Prime Minister, super heroics must include a strict Francophone quota.
Your gritty cyber-punk cabal is poised for immediate action – if they could just stop apologising to one another.
The ur-Canuck is waiting. The ur-Canuck is watching. The ur-Canuck is insistently, politely unstoppable. And it’s knitted you mittens.
Striking north from your crumbling society, you and your group push towards salvation through dangers both real and imagined.
(Apologies. Genuine inhabitants of “The Canadia” were hard to come by, so we we had to settle for a lost, stair-well dwelling geographer, a travel-shy antipodean, and the finest quisling that Her Majesty could spare. The wild generalisations and stereotypes abound, but at least we didn’t do the “aboot” joke. Small mercies and all that.)
Film – T2 Trainspotting
Video Games – StarCraft
Poetry – ‘A Scot’s Lament fur her American Fellows (Oan their election of a tangerine gabshite walloper)’ by Lorna Wallace
“Maritimer” ( I’m pretty sure this was a jab at the fine and upstanding inhabitants of the Eastern Provinces ~ T. Jones )
Comics – Alpha Flight
The Mind Beams from Seattle – “Explosive psychedelic prog magic”. In your own tempo, everyone…
RPG – Headspace
RPG – All Flesh must Be Eaten
RPG – Zombie Cinema
Movie – Ringu
Novel – The King in Yellow
RPG – Beyond the Wall
Apparently unrelated to, but not a million miles from…
TV – Over the Garden Wall
Movie – The Maze Runner
Poem – Ithaka by C.P. Cavafy
As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there!
He wasn’t there again today,
I wish, I wish he’d stay away!”
When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door…
Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn’t there,
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…
Comics – Northstar
Web Comic – Scandinavia And the World