My Fellow Canadians, On the day of this, what is historically the most nauseatingly-propaganda filled election ever witnessed by this country, I would like to pre-emptively thank you for electing me as your new Prime Minister. I know it was a difficult decision, what with Tom Mulcair's excellent beard, Justin Trudeau's luscious locks, and whatever the… Continue reading An Open Letter to My Fellow Canadians: I am Your New Prime Minister
I have taken a lot of morphine. Like, just a shit tonne. A metric shit tonne. The woman across from me has a massive phone cover that is shaped like a frog crossed with a watermelon and it is fabulous. Maybe it is a bear and a watermelon. There is definitely a watermelon in there… Continue reading Thoughts On a Train Part 4
Can balloons ever be inconspicuous? I sort of thought there would be more creepers on the train this late at night. Pleasantly surprised. Those Bellinis were delicious. People who take the train at night do grand calculations to ensure they sit ad far away from each other as possible. I need to pee again. Damn… Continue reading Thoughts On a Train Part 3
People with long necks wearing collarless shirt sort of look like really casual giraffes. Instead of going to work I could be playing Fallout New Vegas. But then how would I afford Fallout 4 when it comes out? 20 days until the new John Connolly book comes out. If we don't get it in I… Continue reading Thoughts on a Train Part 2
This train smells like burning rubber. The kids sitting across from me is vaping, but he also sort of looks like he did that weird lip enhancement challenge. That is either strawberry ice cream or blood and semen dried on his pants. I'm not sure which is more disconcerting. The Christian Science poster featuring a… Continue reading Thoughts on a Train
I haven't blogged for myself lately, but dammit, I won't let CTW down!
I have no desire to be on the condo board, yet I despise Dean. If someone votes for me, they may theoretically no longer vote for Dean. Ergo, if Dean loses, I win. If we both lose, I still win.
I’ve been blogging at CtW for a while now. This is the first time I have written anything of worth that won’t get me yelled at by the other bloggers.
by Kathleen Sawisky
I’m at a crossroads, writing-wise. Having gotten back what feedback I expect from my Beta Readers, I’m sitting here with a bunch of suggestions. Some of them I like. Some of them I don’t. I could cherry-pick. However, like every great Over-Thinker of the world, I have a tendency to turn ideas around in my head until I’m not sure which way they are facing and I’m generally sitting in a puddle of my own waste. Because I’ve soiled myself. That was a poop joke. It’s 1:00 in the morning, what do you want from me?
Where was I? Oh yeah. Over-thinking. I am a mad over-thinker. It’s a by-product of my education. The folks on CC heard me bemoan having to do the fabled ‘Journals/Study Guides’ for a series of four courses, and as much as I begrudged the work they included, I can’t help but…
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It isn't a proper recipe if the ghostly presence of a Ukrainian pioneer isn't involved.
Hidden amongst our cookbook collection is a battered copy of Culinary Treasures: Centennial 1867 – 1967 by the Saint Basil’s Ukrainian Women’s League. One recipe that I’m particularly fond of is the Cranberry Tea loaf, submitted by a Mrs. S. Topechka. I am a huge proponent of cranberries as I believe they are probably the… Continue reading Bored Baking: Episode 2 – Mrs. Topechka’s Round House Kick Tea Loaf ft. DAVID’s TEA
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