Category Archives: fictitious

we dug a hole and put our heads in it

Sherry’s mom has a chupacabra digging complex tunnels in her garden and yard killing her plants. It is building a city and preparing the way for our new alien masters, the sky people.
It may also be voles.
Either way, we’re going to leave a bunch of open tuna cans to attract a population of cat people. [...]

satan oscillate my monkey sonatas

You fucked up. Consider it a loss of judgment; a breakdown in judgment. Some kind of judgment failure — a failure to, you know, have judgment. Now Orson Scott Card is dead.
It’s hard to remember, it was dream-like, ethereal, and a lot like Card’s short story, “A Cross-Country Trip to Kill Richard Nixon.” You quit [...]

save the dignity of your future self

Battlestar Galactica is pretty fucking cool, isn’t it? Yeah, they’ve done good things with the original premise. But you know what? You’re seventeen years old and you’ve never seen a woman naked. That’s a problem.
I know, you’ve got a god thing going on, what with your mad computer skills and your collection of obscure science [...]

what would you say if we said we wanted to stop all this?

The year 2006, at Sloan’s top-secret Toronto rehearsal space. Sessions for the first Sloan album since 2003’s Action Pact are nearing completion. The mood is upbeat and enthusiastic. The Sloan Brothers have a good batch of about 15 songs nearly in the can — songs that cover the full range of the band’s strengths, songs [...]

bring the boys back home

I’m enlisting in the Canadian Armed Forces.
I know my granddad has always hoped I’d join the armed forces and serve my country just like he did, but I’ve never really felt very passionate about military service. I’ve always considered armed conflict undesirable both as a career and as a foreign policy. I could never justify [...]