I watch TV as part of my job. Rather, I really leave it on in the background, keeping one ear on it while I check out newspapers online. The channel I watch is a local news station of middling calibre, which means I've been hearing the trailer for Confess . . . (More)

Someone expressed surprise that American Eagle and Bluenotes are owned by the same company and even sell the same brands. Because it's just so darn hard to tell one shitty overpriced t-shirt from one shitty slightly less overpriced t-shirt. I'm willing to wager that this person would ex . . . (More)

After lunch, we go to the Silver Snail, a local comic book shop. He's terribly excited. I pick up the new Daredevil Annual, but his purchase is more complicated; having lusted a week or two after a Master Chief statue to crown his work desk, he had finally reserved one. Today, he h . . . (More)

Blue is his favourite colour, although you wouldn't really know it; through most of his days, it's whatever's clean, and that most commonly turns out to be a concoction of black and khaki. As I slide the sweater over my head, I think of all the recent acquisitions for my closet: shades like . . . (More)

There are numerous things I encounter at the mall, which might elicit feelings of anything from desire to repulsion to envy to contempt (mostly the last). But whenever I see boyfriends and young husbands abandoned in chairs or on corners, all bearing similar child-like expressions of en . . . (More)

Mm. Yeah.

Yesterday afternoon, feeling a mite peckish, I made my way to the nearby Wendy's, but not before making a stopover at the Bulk Barn to pick up some sweetums. Last time I had bought gummi bears, I committed the fatal error of leaving them unattended while out for school; Wesley devoured the entire . . . (More)

Around a week ago, I made a shopping trip with my mother. Disregarding the fact the entire trip had been undertaken in order to replace jeans I no longer fitted into safely, I had become excessively distraught in deciding whether to take the size 8 -- which was comfortably loose -- or the si . . . (More)

Monkey scarf! Monkey scarf!

Buffalo wings, frozen pizza, peas, and pie crusts, as far as the eye can see. Giant glass jars of mayonnaise and mustard. Cartons of instant noodles, bundled lovingly in plastic wrap; no fewer than thirty packs to a set. Boxes promising sixty miniature quiche pies -- sixty! Stacks and stacks and . . . (More)