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Quickly, as I have much work to accomplish this evening and little motivation with which to do it: On the way home from work tonight, I saw a sign that announced, “CHILD BOUNCER PARTY“. I immediately had visions of an enormous man with multiple piercings and several threatening tattoos evicting eight year-olds – unruly after […] Walking to work today, Spouse and I passed a very large man who was animatedly talking to his own upraised right hand. I turned to Spouse and asked whether she had seen it. She had. I asked whether she thought it strange. “Yes,” she said, “but he didn’t seem upset or angry. Just chatty.” True […] As advertised on TV, I was away from the ol’ homestead for a few days earlier this week while – cue the high pitched scream offstage – at a conference for work. There were a series of odd little incidents and observations that I’m pretty sure Larry David could quickly turn into a half-decent episode […] We were out for a little drive earlier today; we slept in a little, headed south to Beamsville to collect some new riding boots from the Greenhawk store there, stopped for breakfast at one of our favorite little haunts, the Open Kitchen in Stoney Creek, drove up the new Red Hill Valley Parkway for the […] Spouse and I were on the way home from work last night. It was a Bad Day At The Office for both of us, and we were verging on homicidal as we made our way home in sullen silence. We were stopped at a traffic light, awash in our misanthropy, when we both became aware […] Nothing says “scary”, old-school Mikey Myers style – rip a scream from yo’ ass, y’all be runnin’ down the street witchoo arms wavin’ – like a bad ass jack-o’-lantern. For best results, might I recommend the following: (1) carve the said gourd according to the complicated plans of an adamant six year old about […] Saturday afternoon I went down to Ivor Wynne Stadium to watch some CIAU football – McMaster University vs. York in the last regular season home game to be played in the friendly confines at Balsam and Beechwood. I went to the game because my friend’s son Joey is a first-year running back for the Marauders, […] In the concrete aisle behind Box H at Ivor Wynne last evening, spouse drew to my attention a young lass wearing a black t-shirt that insisted, in very large lettering, “I HAVE A Ph. D.*” The asterisk naturally led one’s eye to the insignia emblazoned below in a somewhat smaller font, which indicated, “Pretty Huge […] |
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