Remember those old middle school games where you would fantasize about what your life would be like? What city you would live in, what car you would drive, how many kids you would have, etc?

Well, I’m not driving a tricked out Ford Aerostar with superhero-like accoutrements. I don’t have the two kids I thought I would; the ones I do have are disappointing to say the least*. The closest I have to a pool and helicopter are a little spot of drool on my pillow in the morning and a broken clock whose hands spin too fast.

But, I was right about one thing: Vancouver is the best place in the world to live. [ via Headless Hollow ]

Don’t believe me? Don’t believe the EIU? Cast your doubting eyes on this bit of knowledge and prepare to eat crow, non-believer!

I wonder if I can claim that as a religious holiday.

* – I don’t actually have kids. Don’t call Social Services on me.