Thain in Vain cares about your troubles and distractedly wants to help! Sure, you could solicit help from that bald dude on the Oprah show, but that means you're airing your dirty drivel on national TV and having to listening to a shit pile of southern clichés. Maybe that revs your engine, but I’d rather … Continue reading Thain in Vain: Doling Out Dodgy Advice Since 2013
I’m ashamed to admit I’ve been a tad obsessed with looking at disturbing pictures of things containing a cluster of holes. My Internet search cache is littered with such searches. From one of those searches, I learned about Trypophobia, “an intense, irrational fear of (organic) holes,” according to the Urban Dictionary. There is also a … Continue reading I Vow Not to Talk About Clusters of Holes this Weekend: Well, Except for this Blog Post
Keeping positive during the cold, dark winter is critical to one’s survival in Canada. But it’s not easy. Winter would just as easily kill you as look at you. So, this winter my survival technique is kindness. It’s easy to bitch about the thermometer hovering around the -35 mark for weeks on end. Never mind the … Continue reading Winter is Coming. I Love You, Man
For a long time I was a mean girl. Like, a real bitch. Not a day went by that I didn’t spew snide comments about weight and looks, make cruel jokes that cut down to the bone, or toss around backbiting name-calling and hateful rumours. I was a mean girl. To me. I didn’t really … Continue reading Mean Girl is No Longer a Label I Wear
In a follow-up to my recent post “Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest,” this post tells of another woeful stolen bike tale. It was 1999. Y2K brought together a cesspool of techie geeks, survivalists, religious extremists, end-of-the world fear mongers, and ill-informed politicians. Harry Potter was making nerds and … Continue reading Mourn like it’s 1999: Stolen Bike; Crying Waitress; Confused Customers
Every bike I've owned has been stolen, ripped off, taken, taken by aliens, gone baby gone, last seen, missing, gone walkabout . . . Whatever the case, having a bike stolen is truly crappy. And if you're like me, my bike, at various times in my life, was my only mode of transportation. Well, besides … Continue reading Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest.
A quick Google search of “quotes on life” unsurprisingly yields a shite ton of results. Taking a look at a couple of sites, I found some of the standards, “The road less travelled . . .” and “Love like there’s no tomorrow.” Maybe they’re a tad trite now, but there’s still some solid advice in … Continue reading Whatever you do, don’t make eye contact
Starting a blog has been lingering around my mind like a drunk at last call for longer than I care to admit. Having a place where I have a creative outlet that is just mine is exactly what this cat needs. But I also need motivation. Serious motivation. It's a little too easy for me … Continue reading First Post, Road Kill, and Here’s to the Long Weekend
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