In the coming Canadian guerrilla war against American invaders, we will be able to clock enemy infiltrators by their use of the term “ice hockey”.

I have to go to a clinic every day for three weeks and on day two I am hearing my second sedated, corporatized instrumental version of Running Up That Hill in the waiting room.

They say you can’t buy happiness, but look what you can do with $13 at the pawn shop.

Weekend vibes

“And he doesn’t have anything to warsh it down with!” youtu.be/P9CRooYTNZQ?...

There are people with their hands in their hair, holding in their brains.

Excellent word choice in the Cineplex confirmation email

I could watch this guy make dams and bridges all day, and I might.

I enjoy all the football content from the people I follow on Bluesky so much that I’m willing to tolerate everyone making the same boring Canada jokes once a year during the Grey Cup. Talk your shit.

Are you a Skatteboliever?

Ah, October 3rd, a date everyone remembers as being central to that immensely popular media product: Pafko at the Wall.

My best one yet. Trying to keep everything under 10% and I really thought I was cookin with Jeff Garcia.

Really liked One Battle After Another. The one part that confused me was when the kid who scanned my ticket told me he liked my phone. What was that about?

Shout out to Gus Frerotte for making pretty much every immaculate grid I do easier.

WEAPONS SPOILERS: How do you reckon Marcus and Terry were gonna split their 7 hotdog lunch? I’m going 4-3 with the extra to Marcus.

Why does it feel so good to tip your cap to a deer

No longer allowed at the dispensary after throwing my back out a few seconds into trying to impress the staff with the Beau Travail dance.

I used to serve tables in an airport cafe. One time Jonathan Torrens (low-level Canadian celebrity) recognized me as having served him previously before I recognized him.

Having a great time cleaning out my camera roll and trying to remember why I made certain images

Every time I want to make a pedantic reply on the internet, I instead send it in an email to my insurance company.

Conjuring an alternate universe that only differs from our own in that they sing Paul Simon’s “Homeless” in Beetlejuice instead of “Day-O”.

How your email finds me

Paying respects to the pope tonight by watching Police Story 1 and 2.

Love to delight my neighbours with the world’s worst Brian Ferry impression.

A great way to fuck up your YouTube algorithm is to have a little prog rock phase for a few weeks.

Planting my flag now: I think this song kicks ass and I wish it had more verses with more baffling detail and progressively longer repeating sections in between 👍

What he does on his phone will be a window into his madness.

It’s like 10,000 cantos when all you need is a line. Isn’t it Byronic?

Serenely remembering Italian Cillian Murphy* from Shoot First, Die Later (1974) *yes, we are pronouncing it “chillian”

A good January project, I think.

Spent the $3 for Michael Clayton, but have now become entranced by Syriana (watched it twice in 4 days while in a zombie-like state of grief).

I know the falafel I’m about to eat is gonna rule because a dude in the restaurant had to sheepishly put out a cigarette when I walked in.

Went to toss some garbage down the chute and encountered a new pal wandering the hall. Almost positive about which apt is theirs, but nobody home. Left a note, keeping this guy entertained until they’re back. Quite polite.

Technically working from home today but probably just gonna watch 3-5 of these.

Oh boy. My first bluesky post.