Seinfeld was a show supposedly about nothing. Is there really such a thing as writing about nothing? My mother used to say that there was no such thing as total silence: there is always sound:but is there a possibility of writing about no subject? Maybe you wander, and perhaps you don’t really pick one subject… Read more »
Admission: As this is my second film review:I’m becoming Leonard Maltin! But if I grow a beard:I quit!! The film Memento is currently running on Shaw Cable movie channels and stars Guy Pearce, whom some of you may remember from The Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert. Wildly, he is sans Australian accent and… Read more »
Ramming the ghetto blaster under my arm, and slapping the carved elephant onto Larry’s lap, we scooted out the door. Handi-bus was here. I was nervous I admit:it’s a new chapter in my life and I’m not even sure what book I’m reading!! Joan told me months ago that she was trying to sell her… Read more »
Larry and I avoid horror films. You see, generally neither of us is riveted by being scared silly. Okay, sure, there are a few classics we admire and watch, say ALIEN for instance. That was until I was flipping through the cable line-up for the month. Something took my eye in the write up for… Read more »
Yeah, yeah, we’ve all had the lottery or bingo fantasy. When the Super 7 lottery jacked up to 34 million dollars I finally wrote a list, both comic and serious. I figured by the time I got to Stettler and had the money in my hands I wouldn’t be ABLE to think rationally. Staring at… Read more »
“Up to the Lido deck,” I snapped. “Gotta eat! So hungry!” I said in mock starvation. We were told before ever arriving that lunch was at one o’clock on the Lido deck. Damn! These people know proper business and efficiency. I was positively wet over this company’s practices! On the Lido, there was a cranked… Read more »
Hey, allow me. I never got a chance to do one of these cornball reports in school. So, you’re elected to read it. I did bring you some cool pictures though! We had to get up at a ridiculous hour to get to the airport for the first flight of the day. Who does this?… Read more »
Years ago I wrote a poem about a heart-wrenching incident in Toronto. I was living in an illegal basement of a house; I often went to the backyard -an overgrown weeded area and worked on it. It gave me a little escape from a gloomy basement (how many of us like the idea of being… Read more »
Everyone knows donating your old clothes is fine; just find the nearest bin. However, what if you are trying to donate something larger or you are uncertain they will be able to use your gift? Seeing old furniture discarded on streets and in alleys I felt sure these people just didn’t bother to call someone… Read more »