What’s enough to make me stop reading a book?
I’ve mentioned before that there are various things that will bump me from enjoyment of a book. Sometimes it’s plain bad writing. The advent of self...
I’ve mentioned before that there are various things that will bump me from enjoyment of a book. Sometimes it’s plain bad writing. The advent of self...
For anyone who doesn’t get my newsletter… I mean, first off, why not? Geez… but secondly and more to the point, I’m looking for work, an...
The deal, as they say, is done. After having no end of frustrations big and small with my Pixel 5, a couple of weeks back I finally jumped ship completely over ...
It was a slow month, reading-wise. We’ve been hammering away at household materials as we continue to settle into the reno, there’s a glut of variou...
Years prior to the pandemic, I had noticed a trend that was slowly but clearly getting worse, and it has ramped up even harder through these Covid years: People...
Rather than coming up with another catchy title, I figure I’ll just reuse this one as needed. Lord knows I’ve got plenty to write about to keep the ...
In the last number of months I’ve been seeing more people not wearing masks when they’re grocery or furniture shopping. To clarify: Toronto holds th...
It was a slower month than January, reading-wise, but I’ve certainly done worse. The bulk of it was still dominated by humour material from Simon Rich, wi...
As a writer, I procrastinate. I mean… I procrastinate on a lot of stuff in my life, but that definitely includes delaying settling down to finally write. ...
As I’ve become more aware over the decades of not just art but the artists who make the art, I’ve noticed that there’s inherent baggage that c...