A physical entertainment possession renaissance
It seems that some high schoolers these days are starting to develop an affinity for owning physical entertainment items instead of relying exclusively on strea...
Author: Reay
I wish I’d learned to skateboard
I never got the hang of skateboarding. I had one for some years and tried, for a while, to pick up at least the basics of it — Okay, so I stand here, and ...
Finally squaring away boxed contents
Our finally (FINALLY) clearing out my mother’s storage lockers has proven to be a bit contagious and has inspired us to also start clearing away some un-d...
Blaugust check-in again
“Hey, man.” Hmm? Oh, hey, Central Conceit. “That’s not my name, you know.” Oh. What is it? “Don’t muddy the issue. We&...
Stressed today
I’m feeling unusually stressed today. It’s no one thing, it’s a collection of smaller things that happen to have heaped onto this one day. But...
Too much of a good thing
As I type this, I haven’t yet checked our lottery tickets for last night’s draw. You may be reading the blog of a multi-multi-millionaire who doesn&...
Beaching it, day 2
*Reporting Live From Ipperwash Beach* I’d thought that today was going to be more about poking around beach town than being at a beach, but the latter was voted...
Blogging from the beach
*Reporting Live From Ipperwash Beach* We called an audible this morning and decided to try to shoot for a visit to an aunt’s place, the better part of three hou...
The summer of rabbits and skunks and wasps and also rabbits
I live near the Toronto shoreline in an area where we’re lucky enough to have various sized parks in easy walking and biking distance. It’s always b...
Expose yourself. Not like that.
Today I was flashing back to a TV show idea that I’d gotten a few years back. It was about a single dad (I’m a dad) of a young girl, who has to get back into th...