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Marching through Canada’s shame.
It’s not dangerous, really. It’s not the sort of place you want to go–and, in fact, should be avoided as much as possible–but you’re not really at much risk. If anything violent does happen to an innocent pedestrian or local employee, it’s news-worthy: it’ll be reported endlessly by the six o’clock talking heads, or plastered…
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I am not the colonoscopy Vera.
. Not that there’s anything wrong with a good old life-saving colonoscopy. Earlier this week, I typed my blog domain name into Bing–which is the default search engine for my weird Amazon Fire tablet that was given to me as a gift a few years ago–and right below the link to this here site was…
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More Thoughts About Jobs And Insanity
There’s a real problem when you live in the West End of Vancouver: you never seem to leave. It’s not as though I’m so enamored with this part of the city that I don’t see a reason to flee once in a while. I’m an adventurous gal. I’ve lived and traveled around the world. I…
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Eee-ess hell, part one of infinity
It’s time. It’s due time that I finally tackle the topic of The Worst Decision I Have Ever Made In My Life. And holy Christ dangling from the cross, have I done some weird stuff. Like, I mean– I’ve dropped acid probably a dozen times. As a highly-emotional and empathetic person, this caused sheer terror and…
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nobody loves me like i do
Hello, fellow proles! Wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome. Now let us just sprint earnestly towards straight-up business: here’s where I do the obligatory, can’t-help-muhself introduction where I talk about how I used to write blogs, how I’ve started a brand–new blog, what this blog’s purpose is, and of most self-aggrandizing importance, who I am and why I…
