Whoever said bad things come in threes was probably someone who was lucky. In my experience, when one stumbles across bad luck, it keeps piling on until fate gets bored and takes amusement elsewhere… Continue reading Not quite triggered, an off-the-cuff joint.
I’ve written my autobiography. Sort of. It started out as an autobiography but evolved. My perception of what I was writing altered as I progressed, mostly due to an initial lack of understanding on my part as to what an autobiography is. What I’ve written is more of a memoir. An autobiography is a factual account of one’s life. It’s not terribly subjective, and autobiographies … Continue reading A work in progress – memoir and life.
I’m not a big fan of “what’s your favourite” questions because mostly, I don’t have favourites, and people tend to think that’s odd. What is your favorite drink? Whereas I think having favourites for categories so broad as drink, book, car, and movie is the strange choice. What kind of drink are we talking about, anyway? Favourite hot drink? Favourite still drink? Favourite carbonated beverage? … Continue reading And then there was NutraSweet – an off-the-cuff joint.
On Fridays, I wear camouflage. Specifically, I wear a pair of camo track pants that are old and remain baggy and saggy even fresh from the wash. They’re also decorated with a bit of paint splatter from when I painted the mudroom walls London Fog, one of the 73,295,146 types of white available at the paint store. The pants aren’t a thing of beauty by … Continue reading On Saturdays, we wear memes.
From Famine to Feast 