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- Yes. It takes at least a day. 55 minutes ago
- "Does it take much time to learn the 'wayofthevampire'?" 55 minutes ago
- Twitter, ALWAYS take my advice. 57 minutes ago
Pope Batman
- OMG you guys. Someone didn't come to confession. That's, like, a CRIME. 6 days ago
- @mmrilla That's a pretty dumb wish. Because I, like, fight crime ALL of the times. 1 month ago
- @lilypawz Dude. You got HAM at Easter? FFS. We had fish stew and these crappy buns. I'm'a bring Aquaman to your house next year. 1 month ago
- I mean, it's not like there's no precedent for having a bunch of criminals hanging around at Easter. 1 month ago
- So, for a change this Easter, I suggest we hunt for criminals instead of eggs. 1 month ago
Filthy Edna
- One thing you never do on a hot day is, you never give your arse-crack a good scratching just before serving pie. 3 weeks ago
- Lost my knickers in the rain barrel again. That neighbour boy's been flapping his blinds at me, too. 3 weeks ago
- I was scraping my bunions the other day, and it reminded me of the weekend in Cairo with Boutros Boutros-Ghali. The man had terrible feet. 1 month ago
- I've found that the smaller the pecker, the bigger the pecker-head. 2 months ago
- Suffice it to say, I couldn't look at anything longer than it was wide for a year without hooting the theme from "Hinterland Who's Who". 2 months ago
Category Archives: dreams
Dark Sky
Last night the sky was swollen with burgeoning tornadoes at our lakefront cottage on a hill the front room was full of dust-covered videos and you weren’t there at all. The storms never came but the sky stayed brown and … Continue reading
It’s Been 21 Years, One Month, Three Weeks, and One Day
Roughly, or thereabouts, I figure, since I last saw you. Of course, I am forgetting the time I saw you in passing at the top of the escalators in Place Riel when you told me you were studying education and … Continue reading
Posted in dreams, Remembery, Something or other but True
Tagged breaks my heart, dreams, Love, Remembery
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This Thing Can’t Go On
My friend PoMoAnachro is doing this Steampunk LARP. Costumes are an awful lot of fun, and if you can get enough people serious about costuming, the venue isn’t necessarily as important because the players themselves become part of the setting. … Continue reading
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’…
I don’t talk much about my work here. Most of that is by design; it’s a kind of ‘keep work separate from something’ thing. But it’s also because people who blog about their work, for the most part, bitch. And … Continue reading
The thing about ouroboros
We left town for Canada Day. Initially I was going to go Away for a LARP vacation, but then after a chat with my Da it became apparent that it’d be nice to try to do something for my Grandmother’s … Continue reading
Spring fall
The year the Saskatchewan Book Awards was held in Saskatoon at the Bessborough Hotel just happened to coincide with a visit from the blasted British royal family. The Queen was there, wearing something purple, and also there were her big-eared … Continue reading
Once, I dreamed a flood
I’m positive I’ve talked about this here before, but I can’t find the post, owing to the fact that the search function for the old archives is dead like a dead thing. I dreamed of floodwaters rising while I was … Continue reading
Topsy upside downy
Did you ever go to a museum and see the old buses and rail cars that have leather everywhere? I’m talking a pre-vinyl contraption where the luggage racks are made of strips of fabric or leather and the seats are … Continue reading
Bull sharks would be way more badass if they were bull heads on shark bodies. Or shark heads on bull bodies.
But they’re not. They’re just regular, run-of-the-mill sharks who’ve developed the ability to live in fresh water. Which is totally not so effed up as to be mildly panic-inducing. If you’re the sort of person who’s afraid of sharks. Which … Continue reading
Dance the dance
When I was in high school, they didn’t have anything as cool as bellydance class or recreational rugby or anything like that. There were two kinds of dance in my home town, near as I can tell: line dancing and … Continue reading
Posted in Bad Mojo, dreams
Tagged dreams, Just Wrong, More Chins than a Chinese Phone Book
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