There is an unwritten, often unmentioned social contract that takes place when you do what you think is something selfless. We like to think that we are altruistic. That is, unselfish; showing concern for others. And by and large, I think we are. We can always do more, of course.
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centre of the universe: Walking on Broken Glass
Because she is fractured, and you don’t get to be any part of the crucible they use to heal her. You gave up the privilege of her name when you broke pieces of her and took them and tucked them in to your pockets. As if she were made of
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One of the best songs ever invented, on the Best Day of the Year. The Captain and I have palindromic ages this year.
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It’s like the house party you’re at and you’re stuck in the kitchen listening to the Worst Life Story Ever, and all you want to do is leave but you don’t want to be rude to the person you’re talking to and you’re a little worried that the hosts might
Continue readingcentre of the universe: She’s my cherry pie
Here’s a problem. Some people seem to think that sexual or romantic attention is a *gift*. They seem to think that all we do is sit around waiting for someone to tell us that we’re pretty or sexy or that we want to know what they would like to do
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Into the Ditch
Most of us were raised with the adage from the Gospel according to St. Matthew (7:1, in case you’re interested in looking it up) – “Judge not lest ye be judged”. We often aren’t reminded that the last bit of that particular chapter is probably the most interesting (7:6) –
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I really should stop watching American news. I get teevee-yelly. I know I’m not going to change anybody’s mind with this post, but the cat’s getting really skittery with all the shouting going on around here, so I’m just going to say a few things. I want to make it
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So, one of the things I love is swimming in lakes. I also love swimming in oceans. I have never tried swimming in a sea, but I’m sure I’d love that too. We’d spent the day kind of at the beach. The boys were all fishing, and the water was
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Someone’s Sleeping, Lord
We tend to surround ourselves with like-minded thinkers; people who understand, if not agree with our politics, our, as Ignatius J. Reilly would say, “world view”, and our humour. By and large. We have small differences here and there, but for the most part the lion, it is said, does
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I have to say this. Because it’s weighing on my mind a lot (pun intended). Being fat is not funny. I don’t want to be called “Ruebenesque” (even if it’s spelled properly, which it very rarely is) or “curvy”. It’s horrible. I hate it. I hate everything about being fat.
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Okay. Let’s see if I can do this. Two days before the American gun control bill was introduced for voting, an attack was made by [then] unknown individuals on civilians at the Boston Marathon, arguably one of the biggest, most well-known marathons in North America. For days, in fear, people
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Call me Ducky
The Nipper has the Best Ideas Ever Invented. He said, last night on the way to rehearsal, “you know what would be cool, would be if they made a Call of Duty ™ game that’s age-appropriate for kids and they called it Call of Ducky. And you’d play this duck
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Something ridiculous happened today. Before I get to that, though, I’m’a set some ground rules, because this is the kind of discussion that gets out of hand really, really fast. 1) I’m not interested in any anti-religion comments. What follows did not happen because people believe in God. This isn’t
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Did I ever tell you about the time my Gram and her neighbour took me for a drive in their small town in the 80s, and we saw a Young Man wearing Very Tight Trousers, and my Gram, who was usually so proper and reserved, said “Gol, if he passed
Continue readingcentre of the universe: To Be or Not To Be
What Shakespeare was talking about in the famous soliloquy from “Hamlet” was not all about whether it’s better to end your life or to continue to endure pain and heartbreak. It was not an extended existential whinge. It was, rather, a contemplation on whether or not to use the plural
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Okay. So this is happening. It’s a play, and I’m in it: But ‘cept tickets for Friday the 19th weren’t selling fast enough, so that show’s been cancelled. But I’d like to invite you to the play. I’d forgotten how much I missed this stuff. If you need more incentive
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Ask me
I have a question for you. Here is the preamble: people are, in general, awesome. Most people in the world are lovley, caring, giving humans. They want to share; they want to help. We’re conditioned to look for the bad bits, but if you switch that over to ‘look for
Continue readingcentre of the universe: New Math
“Takoda and Wesley are collecting shells on the beach in identical pails. Takoda estimates she has filled 7/12 of her pail. Wesley estimates he has filled 4/10 of his pail. Suppose the children combine their shells. Will one pail be full? Explain.” — from Math Makes Sense 7 published by Pearson
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First, I’d like you to go to Netflix and watch a documentary called “Head Games”. It’s about brain damage due to contact sport. It talks about concussions in football, hockey, and boxing. And entertainment wrestling (not greco-roman wrestling). It’s an incredibly interesting and well-done documentary. One of the really good
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**Warning** This post contains saucy language. Not, like, Arrabbiata or white wine, but more like sailor language. Not sailor sauce, which, when you think about it a little sideways, is utterly revolting [insert comment about sea-foam here]. I’ve been rolling parts of this post around in my gulliver for a
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