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Gah!
Fucking dammit! It's two in the morning, and I want to be watching some happy Fraser-and-Ray-take-on-the-Great-White-North, and I could, but the experience would be sort of limited, because THE TAPE HAS NO SOUND. And since I ordered them from amazon.ca as a 3-pack, the automated help centre (and I know it's late and I'm whiny now, because normally all things Canadian charm me, but that 're' instead of 'er' is really irritating at the moment...) wants me to return all three tapes in order to get the defective one replaced, and I don't want to give up the other two, and I really just want to watch Call of the Wild, right. fucking. now. Dammit.
ETA: I know this is the sort of thing one politely ignores as part of the suspension of disbelief, but three weeks of reading dS fic left me totally unprepared for Callum Keith Rennie to sound so amazingly freaking Canadian. Woah. Is everyone just being cool, or is this sensitivity to the Canadian accent a Michigan thing? Because, woah. That is *not* a Chicago accent.
ETA: I know this is the sort of thing one politely ignores as part of the suspension of disbelief, but three weeks of reading dS fic left me totally unprepared for Callum Keith Rennie to sound so amazingly freaking Canadian. Woah. Is everyone just being cool, or is this sensitivity to the Canadian accent a Michigan thing? Because, woah. That is *not* a Chicago accent.