"Oh Canada" and "Oh What a Sad, Bad Little Canadian I Am."

Oh no. I was just sitting down to blog about how CBC has quantifiably exposed my failings as a Canadian when I read my brother's fabulous and inspiring editorial about Canada Day. I now feel even more pathetic about my Canadian-ness and wonder what the newly minted head of Canadian Studies will think of my confession. Well, here goes: apparently, I know more about Superman than I do about Canadian history.

Here's how it happened. It started out innocently enough. I decided to do the CBC Canadian History quiz late last night. Perhaps you know these quizzes. I do them often and do fairly well on them. Earlier in the week, I amazed myself with how much I actually knew about Christopher Walken even though he creeps me out. As you can imagine, I set out to do the Canadian History Quiz with a moderate amount of confidence. I am Canadian; I am a huge history fan; I nearly aced a quiz on Christopher Walken: how hard can this be?
Imagine my horror when I saw the results of my quiz. I cannot even type my score since it's so humiliating. But you're dying to know, aren't you? I'll give you a hint: it's the loneliest number that you'll ever do. Or, here's another hint: picture those big foam fingers you can get at ballparks. That's my score. The loneliest big foam finger of a number that you'll ever do.

I was a bit rattled to get that score so decided I'd try and reboost my confidence by doing the Superman Quiz. I got eight out of ten on that. Apparently, I know more about Superman than my own nation. If there's any hope of redeeming my brother's esteem, I think it's my Superman score. Or, maybe I'd best stick to Skeetersplat.