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The popular position to take, after all, is that Christmas just isn’t what it used to be . . . you know, back when we were kids. I mean, you can’t even say “Merry Christmas” anymore, am I right? Continue reading
…I love movies so much that I frequently go to the theatre by myself. Actually, I sometimes prefer seeing movies by myself; company just distracts from the actual film… Continue reading
Here’s the thing: I don’t want to be just any kind of writer; I want to be a paid, professional one, particularly a novelist.
And this, my friends, is where you crank up the volume on Supertramp’s song, “Dreamer.” I’ll wait… Continue reading
four upstanding, highly educated, working professionals all agreed to hunker down in my basement, gather around a crappy microphone, and group-shout lyrics… Continue reading
That’s right. Back in the day, these cute little puffs of fur were used to herd livestock, as in 1,500 pound cows. Who be frontin’ now? Continue reading
What I find myself most wanting to respond to, however, is not to the terror attacks in Paris (to which no response seems adequate), but to the “I Told You So” mentality being bandied about by many on the far right… Continue reading
…I bought the big amp because it looked cool, and at seventeen that pretty much topped my priorities. That I could barely turn it on without my brain bleeding out my ears didn’t matter. I was too “punk rawk” to care… Continue reading
Three years and twenty pounds later, I realized I’d listened to exactly zero of what my doctor had said. In fact, I was flirting pretty aggressively with the 200-pound mark. We were almost bedfellows… Continue reading
…Too often we look down upon those who are living in apartments. We shall do so no longer. Because apartments are the best. With no disrespect to my house, who’s a broad old codswallop of a home, apartment living is just fantastic… Continue reading
I don’t believe in an afterlife. Maybe you already knew that.
Oh, yeah – I don’t believe in souls either. Bummer, right? Actually, no. Continue reading
His name is Tai Lopez and he wants you to know that he owns a Lamborghini. Oh, but he doesn’t care about his Lamborghini. What he cares about is “knowledge.” Riiiiiiight. Continue reading
…A First Aid responder is to a paramedic, nurse, or doctor, what a McDonalds burger flipper is to a five-star, fine dining restaurant’s head chef. Still, First Aid tickled my fancy… Continue reading
My destination of choice? Somewhere quiet and without a lot of people. As my sister-in-law once said, “less socializing is best socializing.” Continue reading
…Little kids, from infants to aspiring ten-year-olds, are many things, but innocent is not one of them. No, friends, what children are is ignorant… Continue reading
…My siblings in-law are pretty great. But, wouldn’t you know it, the two of them decided Southern Ontario was increasingly old hat, and so set off to explore the world… Continue reading
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