So all my shit is breaking.  Within the span of a month or two, my trusty Olympus camera took its last fall, my trademark 'Kung-Fu the Legend Continues' green satchel started to tear critically, i destroyed my favourite pair of pants falling of a concrete loading dock, and my immortal Motorolla telephone just didn't wake up one morning.  I guess it ( Read more... )

These days I breeze right past them on the way out the door.
Those quarter machines full of clear plastic bubbles encapsulating a variety of tiny plastic Chinese treasures.  When I was still new to the world, those machines were a glowing menagerie of the greatest things life had to offer someone in my income bracket (supported by quarters earned by ( Read more... )

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Pan Kun & James!

Every now and then I search the internet for monkeys 'cause they're the cutest little buggers ever.
Project X, that 80s movie with the monkey named Virgil, is still one of my favourites (and still makes
me cry, I'm not ashamed to admit).  Anyways, I stumbled upon perhaps the greatest show of all time!
Pan Kun is the most clever and ( Read more... )

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So after a pretty respectable 7-month streak, my immune system has finally dropped the ball once again and let the bad guys win one.  First head cold of the season.  I have my money on 'deciding to try and walk 10 km home from the bar in the rain in a short sleeve shirt' as one of the factors ( Read more... )

The more 5-year-olds I send screaming from my property,
the more candy shall be left for me.

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You might think I'm an evil person when I say I pray for disease, but let me explain ( Read more... )

The Blinking Cursor.
A nagging boundary between nothing and anything.
Any combination of words and meanings in any imaginable language.
Are we the infinite monkeys in front of infinite typewriters?
Another monkey. Another confused death without enough answers before the end.

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Last week I was walking down a river near my house and there was a sheet of red laminated construction paper stuck in some decaying concrete with a funny little fragment of a child's story glued to it. Unintentional poetry, in a way. Thought I'd share it:


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