Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’…
I don’t talk much about my work here. Most of that is by design; it’s a kind of ‘keep work separate from something’ thing. But it’s also because people who…
cenobyte
Signals
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about signals. About how signals are more often than not ambiguous and/or prone to interpretation. Signals are everywhere; everything that commutes meaning or conveys…
The Truth of the matter
The real reason books are dangerous is because people care so much about them.
Crowns and Kings
We have a cat. I have had cats since I was wee – my grandmother left food out for the neighbourhood cats because they kept the mice and snakes away…
The thing about ouroboros
We left town for Canada Day. Initially I was going to go Away for a LARP vacation, but then after a chat with my Da it became apparent that it’d…
Patriotic
The word ‘patriotism’ comes from the Latin ‘pater’, which means “father”, through the Greek ‘patris’ (fatherland) -> ‘patrios’ (of one’s fathers) -> ‘patriotes’ (fell...
Vilify Me
Eventually the only source of humour that will be socially and politically correct will be bodily functions, spoonerisms and puns, and the sort of humour where people inadvertently slip on…
Why now
Why now? Why like this? You’ve had ample opportunity, and you’ve taken none of it. So you hid for a while behind the pseudonym, knowing only I would know who…
SCIENCE!!!
“Wouldn’t it be cool,” The Captain said just now, before going to school for his last day of fifth grade,”if we could cross-breed insects and arthropods and then control them?…
Almost a week without rain
And the big news in health care today is that even though I waited very, very patiently for a very, very long time to see the new doctor (who seems…
Insidious
Insidious, or: How Nutella(TM) Roont My Children For some reason, The Captain thought it would be a Good Idea to take the *entire jar* of Nutella to school today, and…
Tent-caterpillar
He’s just a baby now, you said, holding the fuzzy blue-and-black caterpillar on your hand. When he touches me it’s like little tickles, his baby feet and fingers are soft.…
The Words of His Roaring
The drive north for a board meeting was lovely; the sun was shining this morning. Every so often I look across the rolling prairies, and I think of that scene…
My Grandmother is still alive!
The Saga has continued. Well, in the sense that it’s ended. Apparently, SaskTel fixed my grandmother’s phone on Sunday. I don’t know yet if she’s going to be charged for…
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming
Everything seems to be in order. I have now, single-handedly proven the SCIENTIFIC HYPOTHESIS that if you bitch, moan, and kvetch about something hard enough and long enough, that thing…
Fuck You, SaskTel. It’s a fucking emergency.
“It’s unfortunate that your elderly grandmother lives in an area where there are no technicians to go and check on her phone line, but we have a ticket written out…
Do you find it surprising?
I find it surprising not at all that even though many people who support politically right-of-centre parties (such as our current government, senate, and supreme court) often say things like:…
Sometimes dipping your toes is a full immersion
The smell of the sea and tears-tasting salt water still cling to me as I dress/undress for bed. My skin is red where the sun kissed it a little too…
You keep saying this word. I don’t think this word means what you think it means.
I’d like to kiss the Senate page who launched a protest calling for someone – everyone – to stop Prime Minister Harper. First of all, she’s got chutzpah for doing…
The Road Less Travelled
When Wassisname Frost…ol’ Frosty…ol’ Chilly Britches himself wrote that famous poem, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t talking in *metaphors* and *allegories* and *imagery* and all that poetical crud. And really,…