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Our Canadian mail system works with a 'postal code', a series of letters and numbers that helps determine one's exact mailing address. To those who are unfamiliar with Santa's postal code at the North pole, it is H0H 0H0. More
There have only been two occasions in my life when I felt like I was on the brink of true insanity. I don't mean manic-depression/co- dependence/neurosis-du-jour but REAL madness- true dementia. Once was when the mother of my son and I split up: I felt the entire universe had become an infinitely thin tunnel of unrelenting anguish. It was no good. The other time was when I worked graveyard shift at a soft rock radio station that played piped-in music from Los Angeles. More
My generation lacks revolutionary squares in which to gather and shout out slogans, showing off indoctrination received by an oppressive regime. We don't participate in rallies with flags and banners because we're being individuals who don't raise their fists in the air in unison. More
15 years. Is that really a long time? Why yes I do believe it is. What could you do that would require 15 years to complete? I really couldn't tell you. But "THE MAN" (hehehe) seems to think that 15 years is the minimum you should spend in school, getting your education (This is for Ontario. We've got OAC/Grade 13.).
MoreLast week an investigating psychiatrist asked me how I would describe myself. I seem to be public property now. This is strange for a person who has always been quiet and enjoyed her privacy. Perhaps I could write out an account for you of each hour of that day? More
Despite the title of this piece and its resemblance to what I hear is an intriguing movie about a child prodigy, this is not about chess. This is about a quest to meet an aging glam rocker.
MoreDo you think the Airplane (yeah, I am talking about the Airplane -- don't give me that "Starship" hoo-hah) shopped at Sam's Club? By the second aisle I began to have the feeling that something was surrealistically wrong with the picture. Had I taken the "small" pill? More
Okay, here's a confession, don't laugh at me because I am really trusting you here: I once was almost a hippie. I had long hair, wore tye-dyes, went to Grateful Dead shows, hiked a lot, smoked copious amounts of dope, and said things like "Dude that's TRIPPY!" More
I was proceeding from the belief that by sleeping with a representative of every kind of female body, and every category of appearance I would, in effect, come to know all women and that such an accomplishment would be good for my writing. More
I'm having sex as I write this. Despite the fact that the last time I had any was so long ago I had almost forgotten what it all involved, all equipment reported for duty, was accounted for and things are going as expected. More
Before some of you start a lynch mob and come to burn me at the stake, hear me out first. I'm one of those people that can either have sex or don't have sex. I don't care about sex as most people do, and because of this, I get all sort of comments by my friends. And by the way, I lost my virginity when I was 15 years old (I'm 23 at the moment.) More
Being gay is of course, as we all know it (and some pretend to agree with), perfectly normal. I for one live by the motto of "live and let live". If you have no problem with me sharing the same oxygen you are breathing, I have no problem with you. More
If you study literature, painting, music, or any other kind of art, sooner or later you will hear phrases like "Art for Art's sake," and the like. Good art, that is, a fascinating sculpture, a portrait, even a movie or a good TV episode does not necessary have to have anything to do with truth or even meaning. More
If you're looking for Eminem's email address, you've come to the wrong place. It's not likely that any of our readers will know his whereabouts. Look for the Real Slim Shady elsewhere.
THE MANAGEMENT
MoreHey-now. This issue's gonna wade through a lot of shit, so if you don't want to wade along with me, go out and rent SWEET AND LOWDOWN. I'm gonna talk about it further into my ramblings, but there's a lot of "Don't go in there" type stuff I've got to get out of the way first.
MoreHere are a few "short clip scripts" that I have written about 4 years ago, while over-relaxing. I now found the paper with these thoughts, and since I am cleaning up my desk, I shall write these thoughts down and communicate them to you.
MoreAs far as hurting people and fighting, it was just never in my nature. I would like to say it was because I was such an enlightened soul, but more likely it was because of the constant severe beatings I received as a youth. More
There's a song that goes something like: "And I'm proud to be an American..." etcetera etcetera. I hear that song now and, sadly, the only reaction it sets off is a desperate attempt to make the bile that has risen in my throat retreat safely back from whence it came. No easy task, that. More
The other night, after a smashing game of Dungeon and Dragons, I said bye to my friends, turned on my lights, hopped on my trusty metal steed and started pedalling home down Yonge Street. In front of me was a woman riding her bike. Since she wasn't going fast enough for my taste, I made a point of passing her. She didn't like that. The pseudo race that followed proved to be one of the most competitive challenges I have ever endured. More
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