The camera turns on to reveal a typical bedroom - white walls, a window with what looks like an inverted Scottish flag as a curtain, and wood flooring. Someone is moving around the camera - causing it to first zoom in a can of Alexander Keith's brand beer, then on a redheaded young woman.
"Hey there, Nova Scotia here! I've seen a lot of people 'round here doing that letter thing...so I'm joinin' in."
She pauses and takes a swig from her drink. When she sets it down, there is a bit of a more prominant flush over her cheeks.
"If you all don't know who I am, I'm one of Canada's provinces. Say you start at British Columbia's house, right? Keep going east...east...eaaast. Then you stop at Ontario's house, and Canada's house lives right next door, right? Keep going east. Past the poutine bastard's...er...past Quebec's house. You'll probably first hit New Brunswick's place first. That's my sister's place. Stay on the mainland. Keep driving onto the pennunsula, and then you've got my place! I live next to my sister, P.E.I, and I share a house with my twin, Cape Breton. Newfoundland-slash-Labrador lives North from me, a bit closer to the North Pole."
She pauses for a drink again, only to realize that it's empty. She discards the can to the side, and turns back to the camera.
"Bet yer thinkin', 'why is this bitch telling me all this stuff!'...well, I find the Maritimes...no, the Atlantics, are severely overlooked. We're seen as a bunch of lazy drunks, who rely on the government's money. Well, guess what! The Atlantic region relies mostly on fishing and farming...which are seasonal! Goddammit, Ontario, you jerkass America of Canada! We're not lazy! We're provinces too!"
Nova Scotia heaves a sigh and flops back in her seat. She looks a bit upset for a moment, then smiles again - as if she's forgotten her fit.
"Anyway, the point of this is...I want to make m'self more well known to the world. If I get to tell of England, it just makes things better."
She gives a playful wink.
"So...send in your messages...and I'll probably get to them about once a week. Give me something to do! It's almost snowfall season, so I can't do much on the docks anymore!"