As the temperature has dropped in recent weeks I’ve found myself keeping to my apartment and watching more movies.
Always one looking for fare a bit off the beaten path (AKA, non-blockbusters) I looked at my movie collection and other movies I’ve rented and I’m amazed some movies did not get more fanfare.

Prorogation. It’s not exactly a word that elicits much emotion, let alone likely to arouse anyone into fits of political passion. In fact, there’s not much passion about it at all. It’s part of that boring lexicon of parliamentary jargon that seems better suited to the 19th century than here in the 21st. It smacks of dour double-chinned British-style legislators, the dim days of Dominion and ennobled governors-general with haughty wives who detest the cold of an Ottawa winter, and curse their husbands behind there backs for dragging them off to the distant backwaters of Empire whenever their Queen calls on them.