Finally this crappy nameless decade is over! Maybe now the 21st Century can begin.
Music: Neko Case, Joel Plaskett, Chris Smither, Billy Bragg.
Manga: Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei.
The graphic novel. Jason Lutes's Berlin. Aya. Angora Napkin. Tatsumi.
Web-comics. Kate Beaton, Nobody Scores!
Books without pictures: The Year of Lesser, Home, Brooklyn, Too Much Happiness, Somewhere Towards the End
A visit to Halifax. Lots of tasty food (haddock!) which was needed to power up the hills. Oddly good weather.
The Ottawa Comix Jam.
Tiger and Elin. Now maybe I can be my Mom's favorite. (Note from Heather: ooooooo. She's going to be mad.)
Lenore Zann elected to Nova Scotia legislature. Take that, Italy! (Note from Heather: I dunno about Italy but I like my mother's finagling a campaign button right off Lenore, especially since Mum is a genetic Tory.)
Most popular post: "Fuzzy Yellow Caterpillar."
Douglas figured out cross-hatching.
"Kill your darlings." The calculated and manipulative slaughter of favorite characters ruined the final half-season of Battlestar Galactica, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, and of course, before 2009 ever began, Lost. Save the darlings! (Note from Heather: no one remind him about the Star Trek movie. Please oh please oh please.)
Bus strike. Nobody won that. (Note from Heather: Though we did learn how long it takes to walk from the Byward Market in the freezing dark. It takes slightly longer if you're propositioned along the way.) (Douglas: No, it doesn't.)
Ottawa's dysfunctional city government.
Ottawa drivers. You can divide cities into two groups: where a yellow light means Stop, and where it means Hit the Gas. Ottawa drivers pass on a yellow light. They also pass on the shoulder, turn right looking left, and always take the pedestrian's right of way. Contrast Halifax and Calgary. (Note from Heather: This could easily be expanded into a discussion about the strange invisibility of Ottawa pedestrians at Stop signs.)
The end of bookselling. If Pages can't make it, there is no hope.
Working through 9 months of CCAA/Chapter 11-induced craziness. Let's not talk about the missing severance package.
Heather busted up her hand in Halifax. (Manga readers, think Madarame.) (Note from Heather: Sometimes I come over all-determined. May or may not be connected with being any sort of sensible.)