…seems my dissatisfaction with my situation became a matter of public record…and like so many things I’ve written with no more intent than expressing my feelings, since 2012, and the Matante Popo Facebook incident, blew up on my face. Continue reading Welp…
So the other day I was going down into the metro, and like all the people going down into the metro, I had to mingle with the crowd coming up OUT of the metro. Continue reading I can’t not stand up to bullies.
…I’ve watched so many indie authors come up out of nowhere, and, doing the same exercises I do, manage to attain higher heights of success than I could ever aspire to.
I climb a hill in the park, they reach the summit of Mount Fucking Everest.
I used to keep a list of authors who passed me by on their way to success…I used to even support and encourage them, thinking, foolishly, that Good Karma was a thing other than the first five letters of my family name.
Now I see that I will never succeed. I will never be the great author I want to be.
It’s okay…really, I haven’t even been able to write in months.
My books are panned, and my loyal audience is dwindling.
Nothing that I have ever loved or enjoyed in my life has stayed.
Why should writing be any different?
Once, many more years ago than I care to contemplate, a girl broke my heart and subsequently – unrelated to me – ran away to another country.
The night her plane left, I had a dream…the only one of my life I’ve ever had of it’s kind, the closest I can, to this day, say that I’ve ever come to a spiritual encounter. Continue reading Meeting Death on Mars…
Everyone should know how to make one good MRE, which, as those of you who have served in the military (Thank You) will attest, stands for Meal(s), Ready to Eat.
As I now have a good-paying day job, (see previous post) I decided I needed a nutritious, delicious, quick-grab, fast-response meal for lunches, and suppers…pretty much like I have, every time I’ve had a job, since and before my divorce. Continue reading How to Make An Awesome Burrito: Advice From a Writer
I wasn’t expecting to have anything to post, anytime soon. In fact, given that I’ve recently started a new job and still have to adjust to the new hours (The commute is 90 minutes door-to-door so I lose 3 hours a day standing in various busses and subway cars), and all that shit.
Then, TODAY happened. Continue reading The Stigma
It is 2016, and I am reposting this, almost without effecting any major changes, simply because superhero/comic book movies over the last 20 years have become ubiquitously repetitive, formulaic, and almost consistently, unimaginatively, interchangeable.
I have enjoyed many – but not nearly all, in fact not even MOST – of the superhero movies that we’ve had over the last decade or so, but honestly it’s getting past the point of oversaturation.
I really can’t wait for the trend to end, especially with the slate of really terrible DC films about to be shat out. We all remember far too well how awful Zack Snyder’s Man of Steel was, and I went in with great expectations because other than that movie about the slutty looking teenaged girls in the mental hospital, I’ve loved pretty much every Zack Snyder movie I’ve seen, especially the Watchmen. Continue reading COMIC BOOK MOVIES SUCK.
…Separatists, Anti-Anglophone militants and Islamophobes believe they have the right to silence anyone who disagrees with them. I believe I have the right to freely express my opinion, especially on such a contentious issue as this one.
My opinion is, that a park named in honour of those brave Canadian men, many from Outremont, who fought and died or were wounded at the Battle of Vimy Ridge, deserve to keep the park in their name.
I made a comparison that the likes of him having a park renamed in his memory over that of Our Honored War Dead was equivalent renaming a park to honour an imbecilic murderer and failed assassin.
Of course, Quebec’s militant separatists, anti-Anglophone bigots, and general sanctimonious self-entitled rabble rousers caused a massive, imbecilic flame war on Twitter, in which I was repeatedly -and laughably – labeled a racist, and demonstrated what racism really looks like in Quebec.
The following images are my response.
I’m sick of spending every day desperately searching for a job – any job – that will pay me enough to SURVIVE and not finding anything.
I’m sick of being broke all the time. I’m sick of being stressed out all the time. I’m sick of being alone all the time. I’m sick of not being able to do anything other than wait for the inevitable rejection emails for EVERY. SINGLE. JOB. I. APPLY. FOR.
All I want to do is WORK! To EARN A FUCKING LIVING!
I’M SICK AND TIRED OF NOT MAKING ENDS MEET, OF BEING UP TO MY EYES IN DEBT OF NOT BEING ABLE TO HELP MY EX-WIFE CARE FOR OUR CHILDREN AND OF NOT CONTRIBUTING ANYTHING TO SOCIETY!
WHY CAN’T I FIND A FUCKING JOB?