Monthly Archives: August 2006

My dear Mum recently paid me a visit, and besides the usual Alberta tourist activities (visits to West Edmonton Mall, Wild West Shooting Gallery, World’s Largest Cowboy Boot) we took in some culture. SNAP Gallery was throwing a fundraiser which … Continue reading →

Rolling through a less-than-savoury part of town today, up near the Trans Canada Highway, I noticed two motorcycles pulled over on the side of the road. As I approached in Betty, my bright green Chevy, one of them began motioning … Continue reading →

It’s quite a common affair for me to come across people who’ve seen my lovely green truck Betty bombing around town (folks never report seeing the driver–he’s just ballast in a bowtie compared to the relative beauty of Betty). Working … Continue reading →

A while back a dear friend of mine, who will even remain initial-less, revealed a heart breaking story of lost love.The fact that he lost his love to her own cousin–no. fucking shit.–adds an unsavory and wholly unbelievable element to … Continue reading →

What, pray tell, is it to be devastated by musculation? To answer that most unlikely of questions I went personally to have a Thor sighting at Broken City here in Calgary a month or so back. I got in for … Continue reading →

The other night I lay me down to sleep in the twilight of an oppressive Calgary heat wave, unawares that the city had other plans for me. It was nearly 3am, and both body and mind had agreed that the … Continue reading →

Today I enjoyed driving through my bee-u-tiful neighbourhood of Marda Loop even more than usual, because today, Bon Jovi provided the soundtrack to Saturday morning. And nothing I have found makes kids with Down Syndrome, plagued with the relative boredom … Continue reading →

Anyone familiar with the film “Crimson Tide” starring Gene Hackman and Denzel Washington will be familiar with the scene in which, after a hull breech, Rick Schroder (who is really Ricky Schroder in a vain attempt to be taken seriously … Continue reading →