COVID-19. I don't really want to talk about it. Enough to say it exists and is happening. But what this means, for the population; I really can not say. I am sure the social networks are storming. Reticent to even look. It's bad, I'm sure. Millions of voices, screaming. Here come the zombies We all … Continue reading #COVID19 — or a recipe to fight zombies
At 2:25 a.m. it makes a lot of sense. After a joint and finishing a shift at midnight it’s about what I can do. The taste is, well, what it is. I add a Jerk sauce to make it taste like something. PC memories of Montego Bay sauce, smothers anything in spices. Makes Boyardee taste … Continue reading Chef Boyardee is like cat food. It comes out of a can, costs around the same, and takes little effort.
It's rare, but sometimes Trump is right about something. One is NATO. He wants the member nations to spend more on defense. We've got to pull up our pants and pay our fair share. Canada needs to pay at least 2% of GDP on defense. At a time when we have a warmonger president, picking … Continue reading Canada needs to spend more on defense
Fake news. Figured I'd start there. Lord knows it gets the networks in a bunch. But he just keeps yelling those words. Fake news. At every outcry to things he changes, to every over inquisitive reporter, fake news, he declares. And is he wrong? Something about that declaration. How it is almost comical in it's … Continue reading Donald Trump says somethings that makes me think he’s smart.
Can use anywhere. On eggs. As a dip. A toasted bagel and cream cheese. Anywhere that might call for a tomato. The recipe is: 1 can whole tomatoes1 onion peeled and halved5 tablespoons butterSalt, three finger pinch, a good lug of seasoning to your taste. Maybe a teaspoon, maybe more. I don’t know, buy Kosher … Continue reading The joys of a simple tomato sauce.
It figures Bell should call just after I smoked a joint. This being the 20th time the collector is calling, and a Friday so I'm at home to answer it, I answered. The joint was still smoking when the call came in. About halfway to the end, a fine roach beginning to form, ring ring … Continue reading When the collectors call
My neighbour set off fireworks, I ducked for cover. A new year begins.
One of the more disheartening aspects of cancel culture is it is my generation that is doing it. We, the vanguards of internet connections, the children of the 80s, who grew up with Commodores and Apple II's, decided we should police speech. We agreed when twitter delisted. We shaked our fists to #metoo. We said … Continue reading Oh fuck, we’re burning books
If writing is rewriting, I need to get faster at typing.
We're chilling. I'm with beer. He's with conversation. The best times are there.