• Don’t get any on you.

    He didn’t notice it when his head exploded. The cute girl in the cubicle next to him was chatting away on the phone when she poked her head over the partition. She started talking to him before she appeared over the top. “Dude, did you hear that? It sounded like a – OH JESUS! ARE…

  • Hurry, hard.

    In light of the Olympics and for the benefit of some of my new Canadian friends, I’ve dug up this old post from back when I first moved to Canada in the late 90’s. Hopefully it’s relatively amusing…. I mentioned earlier that this installment would contain a discussion of curling. Well, it would except that…

  • haiku

    tired but waiting stillfocus is out, wanderingforward into light

  • And the stockings were hung out the window with care…

    So I trashed my knee. Not that one*. The OTHER one. The one I didn’t trash 15 years ago. That’s news. It folded the other night when I was playing hockey. It did make a very interesting ‘pop’ as it did so. So that sucks. It seems to be not as bad as I initially…

  • An open letter to anyone who’s ever bought me a drink.

    Hey man, that was great, thanks for picking up that round. What a killer time we had. Unfortunately, after you bailed because you had to be up early the next day, I stayed at the bar and drank with those couple of people we met there. Then, when they left, I drank until the bar…

  • My love affair/hate on with blogs and Social Media.

    Or How Facebook and Twitter hijacked my post. So here I am writing a blog entry. Blog entry. Blog entry. Blog entry. I make fun because earlier this week I’d decided to ditch the blog all together due to the very fact that I always felt like I needed to be writing a blog entry.…