So...check out the globe and mail careers section to see what I DON'T write like. or don't. I don't care.

apparently it's online, but I can't find it

(House-Arrest-Breach)

One crazy night, and a Waterloo, Ont. man is back in the slammer for four months.

James Boppre fell off the wagon and broke all of the rules of his house arrest when he went for a drive in his truck three weeks ago.

He didn't observe his curfew, he didn't remain sober, and he didn't keep the peace.

Boppre was speeding, ( Read more... )

HE'S BACK! and he still wants to hug you

So my first day at Canwest went really well! It feels good to be back among the slightly awkward and self-conscious nerds that are print journalists (I have found radio people are blue collar types and tv is just....well, Ron Burgundy-ish) Very few are actually reporters in the office. Mostly editors/ copy editors ( Read more... )

when I fist saw this I was like, Oh, were my hobo parties lame?
Then I remembered we had hobo parties because we were like, really poor!
and then I saw the KFC in the picture and remembered I couldn't afford KFC at the time - I bought dollar store hotdogs made with mystery meat.....and we ate them! And we wore our regular clothes for the most part - ( Read more... )

I used to have reoccurring dreams about bring caught in a storm with tornados - dozens of them - and trying not to get sucked up in them.

Before I could drive I used to have dreams about being in a situation where I was forced to drive a car and everyone in traffic “knew” I was only faking it and sooner or later I would get caught.

Now I keep ( Read more... )

Every stop I make, I make a new friend.
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again.
maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down.
until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

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So today on the scanner I was following a report of a VSA (floater) in the canal by the pedestrian bridge.

After all the crews, police and rescue were called in with sirens blazing, it was found later to be a pillow. No joke. They got a passing kayaker to scoop it out for them.

it's 11:30 pm and someone is standing on the corner of Frank and Cartier playing the bagpipes. This happened around midnight in Sandy Hill once, but lots of weird stuff happened there. Like the time a naked guy beat an air conditioner at 4 am....

In the novel of my life, I have entered a not-so-great phase. My last one was probably in 2001. Before that basically all of high school.