Western/Central Canadian English? That covers a heckuva lot of territory. My mother came from Manitoba, and her vowels were broader than the Ontarian vowels I speak. When I was fifteen we moved from Oakville (near Toronto) a mere hundred miles northish to Elmvale, and there was a marked difference in vocabulary and vowel sounds. I was considered to "talk funny" until I picked it up.
Here in Northeastern Ontario we have a different vocabulary again - for example, in the Muskokas, south of here, one goes to the cottage. Here, it's going out to camp. "Camp" may be a two-storey chalet with a satellite dish and in-ground swimming pool next to the tennis court, but, dammit, it's "camp".


I'm in the "bad idea" camp (not cottage).

You can't just put rigid economy conditions on an existing language and call it a new language. It's the stupidest idea I've ever heard of.

Reminds me of Unamunda, da linkwa looniversahl, in "The Universal Language," a short play by David Ives, from the set "All In the Timing."

"Velcro! Bell jar, Froyling! Harvardyu?...Dameetcha playzeer!"

Unamunda is funnier.