I used to have a photographic memory. It was like I was given a camera with infinite film at the age of four and told to take as many pictures as I could. Therefore, I remember places and things and events, all with crisp detail. Like how after seeing a movie at the Capitol 6, my dad and I used to go to the popcorn place a few doors down and pick ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago, the first of the Christmas lights went up on one of the balconies of our apartment building. There's really nothing to the display except tangles upon tangles of strands of multi-coloured and white lights, as well as an indoor Christmas tree that's visible from the street. For the first time in ever, I felt nothing--no sadness, no ( Read more... )

By the time I got my period in October, I'd resigned myself to the fact that what should be a monthly (and what I'd prefer to be a never) was actually a quarterly. Every three months, two things were guaranteed to happen: I'd get my GST deposit and a week or so of bleeding. I could live with that ( Read more... )

For the past month or so (it seems longer), dad's been on vacation, so he's home all the time and the tv's always on. I wake up, and there he is, watching TCM. I come home from work, and there he is, watching Law and Order: CI or whatever game's on. During the day, I dread going into the kitchen, lest I have to either deal with him physically or ( Read more... )

You know that feeling where you want to do something--something so unlike yourself, something that's on your List Of Stuff To Do Before You Die, something that involves blowing a fair chunk of your Things Are Fucked money--but keep hemming and hawing and can't bring yourself to go through with it? That feeling where you need to travel, get out of ( Read more... )

We were running late, so we ran into the Orpheum theatre and up to the second set of doors on the right. "You've got a few minutes," the usher advised us ( Read more... )

The only thing worse than having a flexible sigmoidoscopy is waiting for the results. Since you better have a damned good reason for sticking a camera up my ass, chances are that something bad is going down in my body. After two colonoscopies, one sigmoidoscopy, and a handful of diagnoses, I can't help but be a little pessimistic. So I was a little ( Read more... )

It's the middle of the night and I'm just about to go back to bed when dad pops out of the bathroom. "Dude, are you alright?" He asks ( Read more... )

I'm watching a real crap factory. The cinematography is awesome, but the dialogue sucks. Who writes this shit? And why am I not eating popcorn? This would be better with popcorn and a large Sprite, but maybe that's just the hunger talking. Unfortunately, I can't leave in the middle of things to go procure snacks. Besides, there's no snack bar here ( Read more... )

When I brought up the subject of starting a swimming regimen of sorts with my doctor, he gave me a few warnings along with his approval. I was not to use the hot tub, unless I liked fainting. No lengths, due to my lousy potassium levels. But other than that, swimming couldn't hurt. Never one to follow doctor's orders to the absolute letter, I ( Read more... )