Someone took a shit in the urinal in the men’s room at work. My coworker blames the deranged and I blame a four-year-old who’s never seen a urinal before.
Or the sky people.
At my new job I get respect and a phone extension and my office is a cave full of computers. Children don’t scream near me and grownups don’t scream at me and I don’t have to pretend to care about Mobile Facebook.
It seems like every couple of years I have to tear down what I’ve built and start from scratch. So I’m doing that here, but a bit more cautiously.
This new blog is in beta right now. Once kinks are worked out it will replace cooldry.ca. I need to figure out what I want to write [...]
The race cars are back. More to come.
They’re playing Sufjan Stevens on the Muzak. I don’t know what this place is anymore.
Dear Internet,
These are crazy times.
Last July some friends came to visit us for the weekend at Sherry’s parents’ sweetcorn/tax-evasion/polygamy compound in the sparsely populated flatlands outside of town. There were pink drinks and brown drinks and salty snacks and computer generated tennis matches all over the place. Tudor took a picture of me at the [...]
I got the co-op student to take my shift last Sunday. He quit or got fired or ran away or fell off a balcony or sold the wrong stuff to the wrong guy on Saturday and his tenure here is over. So my shift fell into someone else’s hands. She’s an interesting character too, but [...]
There are race cars in the mall today. I walked in here at five minutes to eleven, still yawning, and stopped eight steps in. The cars lurked motionless behind kiosks and directories and potted plants, the gray-green fluorescent dawn glinting of their glossy plastic hoods, their logo decals placed like war paint on their blank, [...]