Many things are new. For one, this blog… I guess that’s what it is. New? You might ask. No! You may protest. But then, it does look different, doesn’t it? That’s one thing – I’ve migrated to using the Headway framework with WordPress (on the recommendation of my sweet friend Jessica) and you will be…
Category Archives: Happy Bodhisattva
Need to know
Do you need to know? This is part of my conundrum. It is my duty to provide content to the great beast but what is right to share? Dare I say something I wouldn’t shout in the street? The topic I have been contemplating lately is the future of the human culture and how it…
Short.
“Dad?” Question. Some concern and an edge of rising annoyance. Familiarity. “Mmm?” Emerging but not committed. Acknowledgement. Hopeful with a tang of inevitable resignation. “Dad. You weren’t listening to a word I said. Were you?” Accusation. Definite annoyance with wide latitude. Family. “Yeah yeah. Sure I was.” Feed off. Reviewing Llog. 3x speed makes everyone…
Fun with purple nonsense
Sometimes you have to let the purple monster off its leash to perpetrate some random idiocy… Listen up long and hard my crisp-bellied friends, there are enemies among us. They stalk the camps with their long, toothy jaws slack and moistened. They track your young daughters’ loping gazelle-paths through the crackling campfire towers of dusk…
Recipe: Wet Garlic Brontosaurus Ribs
Transcribed from a stone tablet found in the sub-sub-basement of a zoo monkey-house in Minto New Brunswick (known as Bedrock City in pre-historic times). I’ve substituted some of the extinct ingredients for foodstuffs that are more readily available in our current time period. Depending on when you are planning to prepare this dish, you may…
Explore, observe, think. Read, listen, think. Decide, marvel, let it drift off.
It’s the transience of existence that frightens people into clinging to their primitive realities. This is what occurs to me as I’m thinking about all of those times I’ve had some kind of philosophical or cognitive breakthrough. I am always in the midst of some mundane, but attention demanding, task—like having a shit or waiting…
Dropular.net is awesome like twitter but with less reading.
It’s true. Cart your plaster cast ass over to dropular.net and slather images of wonderful mindboggliness upon your eyetrays. Do it now before I bore you to acidic tears with my inane barkulations and fring singing. Do it now, you slacker! That is all.
Today is the day to smile (and flap)
I’m taking this first Chicken Dance day easy. I have already admitted my failure to promote the thing to the extent it needed, and I’m cool with that. It couldn’t be helped, so there is no point of tying myself in knots over it. I know I’ll be doing the chicken dance today. Either locked…
Chicken Dance Across Canada (and the world)
Tomorrow is the day of the Chicken Dance. It’s going to be small this year, being the first, and also because I didn’t have the time I needed to really boost it the way it needed to be boosted. Alas, I shall engage in a chicken dance tomorrow and smile quietly to myself. This site…
I tweet
- @TheOnion has some kind of 5-page limit and a subscription-only policy now? Is this a joke? What the hell were those ads for?25/11/11 - 6:20 PM
- Alex spent two weeks battling the beavers who'd erected a lodge directly in the spring-fed pond from when his drinking water was drawn.24/11/11 - 8:22 PM
- Breathe the diesel fumes, seabreeze, woodsmoke, emmissions and fog. Arresting and absorbed.01/11/11 - 12:03 AM
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