I used to get really upset when I told people where I came from, down in Los Angeles, because I always got the same response: "Canada! Wow! Must have been cold." Now I just go along with them. "Yes, Canada. It was a frozen hostile wasteland. And there was much work to be done if we were to survive the elements. After boring a hole through the ice to find food, my good friend Nantuk and I would build an igloo to protect ourselves from polar bears and flying hockey pucks. Then we would drink a lot of beer. And when Nantuk was ready, he would tell me the story of the great Moose who said to the little squirrel, Hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat."