An update on our lives (and why it’s been so long since I last posted).
My brain decided to distract me today. It told me a list of all the things I needed to do, so I wrote them down. Then it told me I didn’t ha
What is the machine? Is it simply cogs and electrical inner workings, growing in complexity and distrust? Is it infinite tiny loops? Is it k
We can maintain a firm grip on all those things that shaped us. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing–all the time. But it can be. We also have
I realized today that I could die today. Or tomorrow. Or whenever. I don’t really know when. AND SO COULD YOU, THE PEOPLE I LIKE. And if I did die, my last few tweets, or facebook posts, or stories, would be the memories people had of me.
The west side of Lethbridge is where no one else wants to drive. It’s like the Dark Side, but somehow more mysterious. Here’s a short, humour post about West Lethbridge and why no one wants to cross over Whoop Up Drive.
A short, allegorical essay comparing a cup of coffee to the experiences of life, humanity and the purpose of breathing.
It’s so easy to look at the world and the news and think the world is becoming a more violent place. We hear about bombings and be-headings, and we thank God they didn’t happen anywhere near us. A man shoots into a crowd of people in Vegas at a concert. A building explodes…
Oh, hello there. I’m a Millennial. Didn’t you know? I watch Netflix and play violent video games and watch sexually explicit television series. I also drink alcohol, and, I once threw a remote at my sister’s head. I was five, but still. Haven’t you heard? Kids these day are psychopaths. All of us. We have been so corrupted by the world that we don’t even know the difference between right and wrong anymore. It’s all just… shades of gray. And, do you want to know what the leading cause of our horr
There is much to be said for Canadian’s and their infamous ways. We are somewhat of an enigma to the rest of the world, and especially to our southern neighbours. We live in igloos, we play hockey, we ride polar bears to our day jobs at the maple syrup factory, and our diets subsist of bacon, and this mysterious meal rarely seen outside our own borders: Poutine. We are a majestic and bearded populace, and we have great taste when it comes to beer. Oh, and free healthcare. That’s a thing. The ‘Po