Ever wonder where some old friends are? Even in the age of social media, it’s sometimes hard to catch up. I’m always wondering.
I found this gem hiding in my evernote, circa Jan 9, 2013. An attractive woman walks into a bar, heads towards the end and orders a dirty martini. A drunk guy at the end of the row notices her and … Continue reading
Sometimes, when I walk around my condo in the buff I wonder if anybody else sees me. Then I wonder if they do and it’s like the ugly naked guy from Friends. If they all huddle by their window to … Continue reading
I’m generally not one to sit at home and drink a bottle of wine over a weekend (or one night, whatever). But since my local pub is closed for renovations, my social drinking there has taken a hiatus. Under normal … Continue reading
Once upon a time, about 6 years ago, in a land far far away, similar to Brantford, a girl asked me out on a date. The stars or planets or universes must’ve been aligned because that shit never, ever happens. … Continue reading
I’m a bit of a retard when it comes to talking to girls. I was out the other day at a nerdy thing in downtown Toronto and this girl actually started talking to me. This never happens. I was all … Continue reading
It’s amazing how some music can bring people together and how some can rip people apart. It’s a strange thing. It’s like an epic battle of opinions. It’s like how you can hate snow, and hate people who love snow. … Continue reading
Ever since I started concentrating on my app, triviosity, I’ve realized how much facebook sucks. It sucks at updating status, it sucks at updating game play, it sucks at updating it’s own pages. It just Sucks. facebook sucks.
people don’t blog/tweet/etc because they think the whole world cares. They do it because some tiny, kindred subset might. http://twitter.com/viennateng/status/13391941627
I must say, when all the hype started building up about “Who’s gonna be the last one?” People started blurting out all these really famous people. “Wayne Gretzky’s gonna do it!” I was “nah, he’s not.” I mean, I love … Continue reading