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  • The Bastardly Broth of the West End

    The Bastardly Broth of the West End

    I don’t ask for much in this world.   I really don’t.  I’m accustomed to living on very little money, so pricey material possessions have never factored into my life.  I’ve known how it feels to completely bottom out on alcohol abuse–right down to having the shakes so badly, I rummage through my bag of empties…

  • Non Desistas, Non Exieris

    Non Desistas, Non Exieris

    Right. After much consideration, contemplation, and consultation, I have decided that there is no way I am walking away from this blog.  No.  Fucking.  Way.   Remember that essay I wrote a few weeks ago about incels?  Yes, they are a complete nuisance.  Worse than a nuisance; they are extremely harmful.  There’s nothing like a guy…

  • The Highly-Paid Hole Standers of Vancouver [UPDATED WITH NEW LUDICROUSNESS!]

    The Highly-Paid Hole Standers of Vancouver [UPDATED WITH NEW LUDICROUSNESS!]

    (Earnest crow-eating as an introduction:) Look. You need to know what is happening in Vancouver, and pretty much every city, town, village, and community in Canada. This country has cratered and collapsed all the way to the molten core of the globe we call Earth; Canadian citizens are howlingly conflict-averse and unflinchingly passive; and there…

  • My First MRA.

    My First MRA.

    No, not Magnetic Resonance Angiography. I’ve actually had an MRI, done a few years ago when I collapsed in my bathroom and thought I may have sustained a concussion. It was a pretty uneventful experience, if not entirely peaceful. I’m talking about a Men’s Rights Activist. I know they’re out there. It’s well-known that they’re…

  • Of Final Things: Death and Burial in Mark Brandenburg, 1500 – 1800

    Of Final Things: Death and Burial in Mark Brandenburg, 1500 – 1800

    I‘ve been a bit preoccupied by Life this past week, and I’m really doing my best to churn out some writing, but it’s been a challenge. In the midst of some family matters, some external concerns, and some priorities being shuffled around, I have to say that focusing on output has not been an easy…

  • Do you mean this week, month, or in general?

    Do you mean this week, month, or in general?

    I have no idea how anybody could answer this one and claim the same album from, say, 10 years ago, or even five. Actually, no, scratch that: I’ve known some folks who are almost autistically fixated on the same band/artist that they liked as children and have clung fast to them for decades. To each…

  • My favourite (yes, with a u) word?

    My favourite (yes, with a u) word?

    It’s two words, actually: vigilante justice.

  • Grudge.

    That’s a pretty pitiful prompt, WordPress bot. You could have at least said “If so, what about?” But to answer this, yes. I am holding a grudge…against myself. The fact that I decided to major in English is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And to add insult to injury, I stayed…

  • September 1, 1939

    September 1, 1939

    I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over the brightAnd darkened lands of the earth,Obsessing our private lives;The unmentionable odour of deathOffends the September night. Accurate scholarship canUnearth the whole offenceFrom Luther until nowThat has driven a culture mad,Find…

  • You mean, this precise moment?

    You mean, this precise moment?

    Well, WordPress bot, I guess I should answer this immediately, because my feelings might change after I quaff this big home-brewed iced coffee. And I am pleased you didn’t ask me, “What are you thinking right now?” That wouldn’t be appropriate, and my thoughts would have changed by time I finished typing the sentence. Right…

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