Sun Tzu, Julia Roberts & Missing Children
A number of years back there was a motivational speaker by the name of Susan Powter, perhaps you remember the shock of spiky white hair? . She had a catch phrase, “Stop the… Continue reading
Category Archive: How come I'm not in charge of everything?
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Dirty Windows & Being Bitchy
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning, while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hang the wash outside. That laundry is not very clean, she… Continue reading
Underground Horrors & Altered DNA
Hey, have any of you heard something or other about some miners getting stuck, or rescued or something? I just caught it quickly out of the corner of my eye, briefly on some… Continue reading
Fatality has never been so Delicious…
Well, admittedly the last few days have been relatively heavy lifting on ye old blog…. I suppose it’s a hazard and we’re all a victim of the circumstance. Rest assured, I meant you… Continue reading
Hot & Stupid… a Winning Combo
So it’s late and only now have the flames begun to die down from the scorched earth that is everything I see outside my window. It’s never easy being forced to watch another… Continue reading
People and the People who Judge them…
Sometimes people say that everyone is different and special. You may think that you are, but you probably don’t think that everyone else is. In fact, there’s probably many people you think are… Continue reading
A Single, Charismatic Leader
Today – July 2nd, is the exact midpoint of a common year in the Gregorian Calendar. This is because there are 182 days before and 182 days after in common years, and 183… Continue reading
Sea Level, Summer Sweators & Tibias
You know, one of the things that I most fear as a result of all this medical drama is the “resetting” of my physical sea level. Allow me to explain. I’ve never been… Continue reading
Black Lung & Tab… Memories of my Childhood
My hometown, Hamilton…. Steeltown – although I will always carry the fond memories only childhood can create – I remember it being significantly more grimy than Vancouver. Thousands upon thousands of hard-working men… Continue reading
Blood, Sentimentality & Prayers…
Here’s one of the ways I know I’m getting old. Sentimentality. A completely new concept, never believed in it, never spent a moment catering to it… As I age and my rich, vibrant,… Continue reading