Boys and girls, there is a reason why the No E-mails After Three O'Clock in the Morning Rule exists. It is to stop you from writing incredibly ill-conceived e-mails which should probably be kept in reserve while you catch some REM and herd your precious sanity sheep back to the pen before sending that simmering missive off into the world. Because ( Read more... )

I have seen some pretty questionable theatre (But then again, I live in Canada and who here hasn't ( Read more... )

For the first time in about (and this is a conservative guess) six years, I went running. One foot in front of the other at a rapid pace as the chest constricts and gasps at loud, entertaining volumes and the face turns bright, bright red to light the way for weary walkers. That sort of running.

This is after six years of mocking, staring, gawping ( Read more... )