Mamaaa,Just killed a man,Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger,Now he’s deadMamaaa, life had just begun,But now I’ve gone and thrown it all awayMama, oooh,Didn’t mean to make you cry,If I’m not back again this time tomorrow,Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters queen, bohemian rhapsody I wanted to like that…

Three geese in a flock.One flew east, one flew west,One flew over the cuckoo’s nest.O-U-T spells OUT,Goose swoops down and plucks you out. Children’s Nursery Rhyme I remember seeing a high school production of One Flew Over The Cookoo’s Nest when I was 11 or 12. I remember it vividly not just because of the…

intractable [ in-trak-tuh-buhl ]See synonyms for: intractable / intractability / intractableness / intractably on Thesaurus.com adjective not easily controlled or directed; not docile or manageable; stubborn; obstinate: an intractable disposition.(of things) hard to shape or work with: an intractable metal.hard to treat, relieve, or cure: the intractable pain in his leg. Apparently it’s not enough…

Five days later and they’re still shooting fireworks. That’s what I prefer to believe. I’d like not to think of the alternative. The only gun I’ve ever fired, let along held, was an air rifle at the Canadian National Exhibition. You know the game. The goal is to shoot out a star from 10 feet.…

Yesterday’s post wasn’t planned. None of them are. I write how I feel in the moment. Sometimes it takes me places I don’t wanna go. Shows me things I kept buried. And sometimes, like now. It slams on the brakes.

I haven’t been myself the past few days. Don’t know if it’s the increase in medication. It just. Feels like a mask slipping off. My face. Which is ridiculous. Because I’m not hiding anything. Work this week, while not exactly the Nile River, still flowed downstream to my inbox. Nothing’s happened to me. The family…

Two days. Two days in a row. I’ve woken up. At 5 am. Makes no sense. Hell I woke up before five this morning. But managed to get a little extra sleep. And I take half a sleeping pill at night to knock me out. I’ve always been an insomniac. A decade working the midnight…

I was bullied in high school. For two years. His name was Peter. I dunno what I ever did to elicit his wrath. And I don’t remember much of how he bullied me. Just that he did. Started in grade nine. In grade ten, walking the halls between classes. I was headed in one direction,…

I’m somewhat impulsive. I jump at opportunities when presented. And work out the logistics after. And I’m a sucker for the long-shot. (Ask Mollie. She’s sat beside me for hours upon hours playing Blackjack.) They were only accepting 15 applications this year. Less than a third of those spots were outside of the Indigenous/Equity-seeking categories.…

In The Stand, why did Stephen King send a bunch of characters to New Vegas (essentially to their deaths), only to have a deus ex machina take care of Randall Flagg? How the hell did Doug Ford get to be Premier of Ontario? Who honestly thought that was a good idea? Do they still believe…