Again, I’ve committed to do something that I’m dreading. No, it’s not NaBloPoMo. I said yes months ago to attend a career conference for young women (petulant teenage girls) and talk about my “career” (job that dumps 26 pay cheques into my bank account a year). It’s tonight and I’m in full excuse mode. Car … Continue reading Once Upon an Excuse
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Me No Write-y
Since we’re all friends I need to confess something to you: I have big dreams saddled with pipsqueak ability. No pity needed. I’m in the acceptance phase of denial. In a classic Thain in Vain move, I signed up for something I will inevitability dread more and more as the start date looms approaches and … Continue reading Me No Write-y
Thain in Vain: Doling Out Dodgy Advice Since 2013
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 Vow Not to Talk About Clusters of Holes this Weekend: Well, Except for this Blog Post
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
Winter is Coming. I Love You, Man
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
Mourn like it’s 1999: Stolen Bike; Crying Waitress; Confused Customers
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
Whatever you do, don’t make eye contact
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
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