December has become the present. Just as November is the early present. The day after Halloween, stores change from orange and black to red and green, from the scary and gloomy to the bright and festive. Drivers become shoppers and shoppers forget parking skills. Good people become bad tempered louts. The spirit of…
And that's what it should be, the greeting. Not 'Happy Holidays', but 'Merry Christmas' for the reason for the holiday is Christmas. Lest I begin to sound like the PeevedPunjabi, let me hasten to wish all a very Merry Christmas. I hope you are able to enjoy a warm and cozy Christmas with…
The Slo-Man has decided not to decide whether it is he or them. He is inclined to believe it is them. He is aware that they probably think it is he. Maybe we should step back just a bit and explore this curious state of affairs. First of all, we already know the…
I think I may be wired all wrong. Somewhere when they were handing out circuit boards for the human brains, someone seems to have cut corners. "What makes you say that?", you ask. In a recent conversation I was able to go from the starting point of Jude the Obscure to Gary Glitter…
<This memory was jogged by reading this post> My last school, (I had 3), took inter-school competitions seriously. If it decided to compete in something, team selection was serious business. When I first started there midway through Grade 4, football (soccer, if American), was the game the school took seriously. The "A" team was…
Sunday Jul 23rd, 12:30AM EDT: Now at home sipping tea after the longish drive back from Niagara-On-the-Lake for dinner and theatre (or theater, if Murrcan) with the missus. Every time I see or read a play, I'm amazed at the depth of emotion playwrights can evoke in me. Schaffer's Equus or Amadeus, in…
How big should a space be? How long should a blog post be? And, yes, I know. You were hoping and praying I would continue the cricket post. However, despite never winning the vaguest, tiniest Versatile Blogger award amongst the hundreds that I see being handed out, I plan to provide variety here.…
The ceasefire brokered by another Canadian winter has ended, as it does every year, with the sprunging of spring and the rizzing of weeds. Yes, my dears, weeds not grass. Amidst the fruitless application of grass seeds mixed with fresh topsoil and anti-weed spray is the watering. The peculiar shape and size of…
All righty then, Rebecca! I must say you have a way with words.... WARNING: IMAGINATIVE AND HITHERTO UNKNOWN (TO ME) OBSCENITY LIES DIRECTLY AHEAD! http://gawker.com/5994974/the-most-deranged-sorority-girl-email-you-will-ever-read I do agree with the young lady on one count: I (too) would rather have 40 girls that are fun, talk to boys, and not fucking awkward than…
With the recent death of a famous critic, the Slo-Man is once again struck by a thought he's talked about in an earlier post. This is not aimed at anyone in particular, the Slo-Man is conscious that bereavement is never easy for the family and friends. He has no quibble with the person,…