It’s not often I think about my grandfather, or miss him. There was never much reason to. Sometimes, like right now, I do miss him - miss him in the sense that I regret all the hurtful things that happened, the hurtful things I did that I now can’t take back or apologise for. Someone’s just mentioned something that made me think of these goofy Bluebird of Happiness cards that he...
Lamenting the loss of "I Am Canadian"
I can’t really describe the old Molson “I Am Canadian” ads to anyone who’s never seen or heard one, but they played on certain Canadian stereotypes well and made us all happy about them. They were cute, enjoyable, and amusing. Ever since their merger with the evil Coors empire, however, the tone has changed. They’re all sex-oriented, big production budget ads. Even...
Usually when I have an uncomfortable dream, it centres around crushed teeth or something else seeming small. Last night, however, it was fire. I dreamed of fire that was destoying people’s homes, mostly apartment buildings, one by one, and all I could think of was that it was going to take everything I had. I had apparently been in a fire too, as I had the evidence of burn scars on my arms,...