KnightoftheBurningRiver has let his iPod take him on a road trip down to 1998. Through some boring series of events, I found myself searching for the Billboard Top 100 songs from that year. What a trip down Memory Lane that was. Continue reading
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With all the recent events in Europe I have been thinking a lot about freedom and what does it mean to me. Continue reading
So, they’re making a movie of your life. Just the interesting parts, you know. Like that big fight in the street in front of the bar that night. And the touching reunion you had with [insert name here]. And that ugly break-up. And the time you slept with [name redacted], despite your better judgment.
I grew up near Kapuskasing (kap-us-KAY-sing). On the Mattagami River (ma-TOG-uh-mee). Not far from Opasatika (op-ah-SAT-ih-kah).
Thus, I’m used to peculiar place-names that are a problem to pronounce. Or so I thought. Then I went to South Carolina. To Beaufort. Which I pronounced ‘Bo-for’, as any proper Canadian would do. Nope. Bew-furt. Continue reading
My third grade teacher, Mrs. Henderson, told my mother I got “frisky” in the springtime. In junior high, once April hit, I had a habit of developing deep, unrequited crushes on possibly inappropriate young men. In particular, exotic-looking 9th grade track team members who lived too far away for me to stroll casually past their house. In high school, as soon as the weather was warm enough, my friends and I would take late-night drives to local Lake Erie beaches, staying out way past curfew and possibly drinking entire 2-liters of Sun Country Wine Coolers in assorted flavors. Ah, Sun Country, the taste of lost innocence. In college, there was Spring Break and basketball and late nights, knowing our group of friends wouldn’t have the luxury of seeing each other 24/7 for a few months.
At the end of college, I had a perfect day. An election campaign on which I worked was incredibly successful and, when I walked back to my apartment after getting the results, I found my acceptance to law school waiting in the mailbox. It was a Friday, so at 4:45, I walked into my local bar to meet my friends, most of whom were graduating in a few short weeks. The world was limitless, the future was full of possibility, I was surrounded by people I cared about and there were no barriers to what we could do.
I just checked my Netflix queue, and this copy of The Thing has been sitting on my DVD player, unwatched, since Christmas Eve, 2013.
You see, as a child, my mom and step-dad had a laissez faire attitude about TV watching. And with my friend, Premium Cable, I watched a number of movies that were inappropriate for my age. I still have nightmares from watching The Thing, Poltergeist, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Oh, Mommy Dearest also traumatized me. Continue reading
Oh, business meetings, how we loathe thee. Here we sit, cursed with the meeting being lead by someone who doesn’t know how to lead meetings. Who cannot stick to the agenda. Whose agenda is terrible to start with. Who cannot control the grand-standers and blow-hards, the completely-off-topic-ers. Who cannot keep a clock. Continue reading
On Oscar day, here’s a film QOTD posed by Baby Bear: Continue reading
You never know when or where the mood might strike!
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