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My entire approach to life, unexpectedly summed up in an 80s film I just watched.
“I love you. Not…not like they told you love is. And I didn’t know this either. But love don’t make things nice. It ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. Snowflakes are perfect. Stars are perfect. Not us. Not us. We are here to…
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Bread dough
The fact that my first name was processed with an F–and I have no clue what name that was supposed to be, since “Nafya” sounds like a Senegalese dish–tells you everything you need to know about Galen and his crew. Also, you’re going to have to deal with the fact that my screenshot is in…
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With zero irony…
There’s nothin’ ’bout this decade so far (MY decade, that is; my head-smacking new decade on this planet, which kicked off last December) that deserves pom-poms, craft lager, and sloppy blowjobs. But it’s only been four months, and I have never been one to have a lot of existential patience. That’s why I’m doing my…
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To The Half-Douk, With Love
That’s the only existing picture of Victor Bonderoff I could find online; I have none of my own. This had to be the 70s. Or maybe it’s the 80s. I really don’t know. I hadn’t thought about Victor in several years. Our last bit of communication was back in the summer of 2018, and it…
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That’s How I’m Feeling
I am honestly fairly drained from the events of this month, although I have a certain sane spring in my step again (intentional alliteration). December was s’posed to be great, I thought, but it went a little bit pear-shaped for a confluence of reasons. That’s okay. It all ended up working out for the better,…
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Sunset Beach, December 19th, 2025
My forties.
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I completely get it, my brother…I get it.
Went for a walk around my beloved, priceless Seawall in a foggy, near-monsoon today. It was incredible; the place was almost completely deserted, and thus a whole new and inspiring experience. Walked down one of the set of beach steps and stayed down there for a long while, getting soaked despite my Vancouver rain gear.…
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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…
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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…
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Hang Down Your Head
Tom waits for nobody. This song has been in my brain for a few days, so I figured the best way to purge it is to share it. I’ve always been a Tom Waits fan–and I do mean since my pre-teen years, when a colleague of my father (father’s? Whatever, carry on) gave him the…
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