Love this. I think not having driving was a huge contributor to my introvertedness/social anxiety. My friends were always super accommodating, but night after night I would end up stuck in places I didn’t want to be, entirely at the mercy of someone else. Was my ride drinking? Guess I’m sleeping on the floor of some weird house I don’t want to be at. My social battery would drain by 10pm and I would have to bounce around asking various friends if I couple catch a ride with them when they left, and often didn’t get out of there until 3am. It wasn’t a situation I enjoyed being in. Sometimes it was easier to be the walking wizard.

One night I was extremely drunk on Southern Comfort and mad/butt-hurt over something my love interest had said or done. Decided to walk all the way home at 2am. Unfortunately that was a 14 mi/22 km walk through a rural area, deeply intoxicated with no water. It was beautiful hearing the roosters crow over sleepy little farms at sunrise, but by the time I finally made it home I collapsed onto my bed sobbing in misery. I slept for eleven hours and spent the next day or so recovering. It’s not always noble to be the walking wizard.

Wow, that does provoke strong imagery. That’s a great looking dog in a great looking race. I hope he wins.

That man enjoys gentle mornings beside the goose garden.

His juvenile enthusiasm for the letter X is so ten-year-old boy with sunglasses.

My daughter (5) uses WASD proficiently, so I have hope.

They did this in Calgary and then everyone’s teeth went tits up.

I find it hilarious that the little bitch-boy thinks he has any ground to speak to a respected world leader who served as PM for just shy of a decade.

Also, Trudeau in all his good-natured gentleness would absolutely fuck Shapiro up one-on-one.

The voters for sure. I’ve engaged with so many obnoxious, irrational, hyper-aggressive people lately who are so high on their own farts and delusion that they’re beyond getting through to. One guy even offered to “fly me out today” to fight him over the subject. Right-wing propoganda has them angry at their own shadow.

I know advocating for violence is frowned upon, but maybe fucking these people up is the only way to get through to them. Seems to be the only language they speak by the end of any argument.

One of my staff does this every day of his life. His roommate works with us as well and confirms it. Dude will game until 10am, then crash for a couple of hours and be into work at 1pm. Rinse and repeat. Five days per week. Rolls out of bed with ten minutes to spare, throws on his uniform and starts walking. I don’t know how he survives the lifestyle, but I guess it’s working for him.

My grandma had me like this when I was ten. We used to sit at her kitchen table and look them up as they flew in. I knew that thing front to back. Used to sit over there all the time looking through the pictures. She died some years ago, but I still have that old green copy of Audubon Guide to Eastern Birds. Made sure to ask for it when she died. It no longer reeks like cigarettes, but it’s all browned and brittle.

My daughter (5) loves birds now too, and we used to consult my grandma’s guide together. However, we now live in Western Canada and I was worried about the longevity of such a fragile relic, so I purchased the Western edition. Nearly identical, but red. Now my daughter runs to grab that whenever we see a new bird at the feeder.

I just blurt it out when my wife asks. It’s always the most mundane, unrelated shit. I’ll be thinking about what drove Mike Myer’s choice to make Shrek Scottish. That said, she doesn’t stress over what I’m thinking about. She’s not insecure. She just wonders what’s going on in the box sometimes. I’ll have that look. My wife is great.

I abused diphenhydramine on purpose several times during my younger years, and I had a pretty uncomfortable time every time.

That Pledge of Allegiance shit really worked.

My sister-in-law has them all throughout her house and I’m just like, “You know you have a teenage boy, right? You ready for that?”

I feel like a broken record sometimes, but I am a left-leaning American living in Alberta for nearly a decade now. I watched first-hand the slow downward spiral of the American Republican party. I watched conservatives in my country become dumber and more impressionable with every election, absorbing the hate, the conspiracies, and the ridiculous rhetoric like a sponge.

I am now watching this same process play out here in Canada, albeit with a bit more resistance. I firmly believe that Canadians, as a whole, are more sensible and better educated than their North American counterparts. I don’t say that with shade toward my fellow Americans, but the last election speaks volumes. But now with these tariffs I am surrounded by proud conservative Canadians who are angry at the Trump administration and the atrocities south of the border. They want to buy Canadian. They want to remain Canadian. And yet many of them are still proudly standing by Danielle Smith and the UCP.

I do believe there is a slow awakening taking place, but I’m fearful that it’s not happening quickly enough. I’m fearful that if enough people do put their country over party and elect Carney, they’ll eventually consume so much of the bullshit pie that they will do everything in their power to vote him out after a few years. I just hope that Canadians are not so forgetful.

THE CRAWLING CHAOS NYARLATHOTEP IS UPON US!