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,…
I used to be able to read a newspaper every morning. Well, that died when newspapers could not be bothered to hire real writers that knew how to spell or use grammar and journalists who could report on a story without filling up 90% of their piece with quotes from hitherto-unknown people. And…
The Slo-Man spent a large portion of his time trapped in hotels in the US during the course of a bruising and ultimately fatal Republican nomination battle. As his American friends and relatives would say, the Republican nomination race was a “train wreck”. And now that the big night is over and Florida,…
The Slo-Man was entertained the other day by a heated discussion on Facebook. A lady who seems to be a food columnist was outraged when she overheard a conversation at a restaurant. One of the diners at a neighboring table, while asking for the check, told the waiter that her companion was a…