I’ve been thinking a lot about my dad for the last few days. There are a couple of reasons for this. First of all, Sister Rose (and not Sister Ray) sent me a text about him a few days ago. I didn’t read it right away because I had, um, ‘misplaced’ my phone. It had fallen out of my pocket without me noticing so I didn’t feel the little vibration or hear the little ‘Woo […]
(In the unlikely scenario that you don’t believe that this is the fourth polemic about spam, the other three are here, here and here with one here as a ‘bonus.’. The ratio of “number of spam messages received” to “number of blog posts” is now comfortably past 7:1. I’m not sure I want to be that popular.
Crossing guards are different everywhere. Perhaps I should rephrase that since, after all, I haven’t been ‘everywhere.’ It would be more accurate to say that they’ve been different everyplace that I’ve been but that’s more wordy, less pithy and in any case you probably understood what I was trying to say in the first place. When I went to school in Calgary (lo these many years ago) the crossing guards were (a) students and (b) […]
So this past Thursday was the first Thursday of winter, sort of, in that it was the first day of Thursday hockey. I put clean socks in my bag and drove off to the arena (the arena mentioned in ‘Watering‘; it’s not all that far away). I arrived with plenty of time to change (that’s not like me at all), threw my bag over my shoulder and walked through the player’s entrance. (That’s sort of […]
I have a bag of dice. I’m not exactly sure where it is right now (we haven’t gamed for a while and I am, first and foremost, a slob), but it’s around. It’s not all that big considering that I’ve been accumulating dice since the late 70s — that’s when I first played one of those games (written by the devil, of course) that corrupts morals, promotes violence and will eventually cause me to live, […]