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  • There is simply…

    There is simply…

    …no place else on this gorgeous planet I’d rather live three blocks away from. And that is all I need to say about THAT. So in keeping with my current thing–we all need to have a current thing–about the inclusion of musical faves on this blog, here’s one for all of you, because it is…

  • Public Service Announcement Time

    Public Service Announcement Time

    Absolute state of this rapacious weasel.   I would be remiss in my duties as a nobody blogger if I didn’t remind every last Canadian to submit a claim in a class-action bread lawsuit against Loblaws and every last stinking grocery store they own.  It’s too good to be true, and it sounds like a topic…

  • Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.

    Ninety days until I’m 50, which is the new 40, but 40 was actually awful for me, so I’m okay with 50.

    Now see here: my DNA wants me to look like a perogie-gnawing Russian peasant, and I have indeed looked that way many times, but I will continue to Winston Churchill my way against that genetic insistence. So yes, here’s another rare selfie that’ll be a collector’s item by 2125!  Deal with it!  And for the record,…

  • Selfie failure #1,975

    Selfie failure #1,975

    I’m trying to finish up something else for this exhausting blog (honestly, sometimes I wish I were a draw-er and not a writer) but in the meantime, I recalled how someone I know told me to take and post more selfies on social media. “I don’t do that,” I replied. “I’d feel ridiculous.” “You shouldn’t,”…

  • 90s I-Have-All-The-Answers Manifesto

    90s I-Have-All-The-Answers Manifesto

    For real, that’s the first page of a document that is twenty-nine years old if it’s a day.  I have hauled this thing out of its home on my bookshelf every eon or so to see if what I wrote when I was 20 still holds up–and I have also stumbled across it over the…

  • …in the meantime, Jack White, you must know something:

    …in the meantime, Jack White, you must know something:

    I’m quite busy with my day job and with writing a whole pile of stuff (my first excruciating book, upcoming blog posts about nothing of any consequence), but I have said this once, twice, three times a lady: I will never kick you out of bed for sitting on my face. I don’t care what…

  • Halfway to 98, I am

    Halfway to 98, I am

    Take me to church…for a sick-ass choral performance tonight! Let’s hope I’m not at my halfway point. My dearest grandmother stuck it out until she was something like 94 years old–basically deaf, blind, immobile, yet entirely and maddeningly lucid, at least for her–and complained that she was just “loitering” by that point. At least she…