Hold onto your socks

I have drank the future, and it is called Artazuri.
100% Garnache (I think) from Spain, this little fellow set me back 9.99, but drank like something costing thrice as much (like I'd know.) Seriously, though; Wine value of the year. Stupendously good.
I just can't believe the local Canadian feed and seed stocks the stuff!

Canadian Dispatches Vo. 1

Whew!
Jesus Christ. It's been like two weeks since I've written anything for the Jamboree. You see, I have abandoned my once beloved United States for the Gentle Giant to the North. Yes, I speak of none other than Good Lady Canada. While I enjoy my new homeland quite a bit, I must say that convenience it not exactly our neighbor to the North's strong suit. Indeed, as my internet is strictly husky-powered, it takes my faithful Montecore a good two or three hours to build up the strength to send a single email. This posting alone will have my loyal companion panting long into tommorrow.
Canada is fine though. It reminds me of Iowa--without all the glamour.
Now, you probably think my move northward is some kind of lame-ass knee-jerk reaction to the Bush reelection.
Not so, friend.
The truth is, under doctor's orders, (I think he's a doctor!?) I've been heavily medicated since that fateful Nov. 3, and living in the states is just no longer cost-effective. So, now my paxil-zoloft-prozac is cheap as hell, and I get to wash it all down with a crueller like you would not believe.
Thanks Canada!
Mush, Montecore, Mush!