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Day 486: My Golden Ticket To Big Rock’s Wonka-esque House Of Magic
Today, rather than order off my tired Wikipedian menu of kooky trivia, anecdotes from history or 990-word setups for a single joke about bacon, I’m going to cook up something special. I spent today...
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Day 491: Paper Towns
Welcome to beautiful sunny Argleton! While this gorgeous English village won’t appear in many tourist guide books, you’ll nevertheless be impressed by its stunning… minimalism. In fact, Argleton is so...
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Day 518: The Super-Spy from South Africa
Some stories are far too textured and layered to be adequately contained within a thousand words. Unfortunately, since I’m doing this on a purely voluntary, non-paid basis, I lack the time to double...
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Day 523: The Pilecki Affair
Anyone with even a little Polish blood fluming through their veins may want to pour themselves a tall glass of national pride while they read today’s article. There are war heroes, there are kick-ass...
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Day 524: In Praise Of The Mighty Doughnut
The month of June is one often scowled at by office drones such as myself every year. Sure, we dads get a little love on the third Sunday, but there isn’t a single day off throughout the entire month....
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Day 526: Spitting In The Face Of June’s Holidaylessness
We are almost a third of the way through the month of June, and it occurred to me that I have neglected to provide us with our monthly observances, our reasons to celebrate something… anything. Two...
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Day 534: Dancing ‘Til You Drop Dead
Boogie Fever. Rockin’ Pneumonia. The Boogie-Woogie Flu. So many dances, so many accompanying ailments. But that’s all the stuff of fiction, right? Silly little catchphrases developed in order to make...
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Day 538: The Principality Of Sealand – All Sea, No Land, All Independent
Happy summer everyone! Yes, it’s time to welcome those lazy, slow-moving months of late evening sun, hammock-worthy afternoons and frozen drinks with suspiciously large amounts of alcohol bubbling...
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Day 539: The Flaming Pies Of Band Names
How did the Beatles come to be called the Beatles? Well, the official story is this: “It came in a vision. A man appeared on a flaming pie and said unto them, ‘From this day forward you are Beatles...
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Day 540: Be A Hip Cat, Be A Ship’s Cat, Somewhere, Anywhere
I try not to pay close attention to how many sets of eyes look at my site every day. Sure, WordPress keeps track of that, and sometimes it’s interesting when a particular article causes a spike of...
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Day 549: Clearing Up The Bullcrap About You
Ah, the morning after a long weekend. For Canadians, this means today – Americans get another week, and because the calendar is kind to them this year, an extra day of celebration. But make no mistake...
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Day 559: The Loins Of Coins
Next time you flip a coin, you should take a moment to pause and reflect on the lengthy journey the concept of the coin has taken to arrive at this very instant, determining your fate. Actually no,...
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Day 567: The Serialest Of Serial Killers
Things aren’t looking great for serial killers. Don’t get me wrong, this is probably a good thing, I’m just saying that, like photomat operators or carpeted lamp salesmen, it’s a career path in...
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Day 577: Uncle Pennybags’ Wild Ride
At this stage in my adult life, when heading out to the bar requires a much higher douche-bag resistance quotient than I personally possess, not to mention an unfathomable tolerance for mediocre music...
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Day 595: Of Milgrams And Monsters
A couple weeks ago I wrote a piece about unethical human experimentation in the United States. Due to the overwhelming response (which consisted mainly of my bulldog-in-chief, Rufus, wagging his tail...
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Day 607: The 3660-Mile Race
What’s the fun of owning a hotel if you can’t change history in some small but significant way? When Raymond Orteig bought the Lafayette Hotel on 4th Street in New York, he was pleased when it became...
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Day 618: Immaculate Conceptions, Part 2 – The Independents
In an effort to make this weekend’s topic of automobiles more relatable to a lifelong non-car-guy like myself, I’m going to draw a simplistic parallel to the world of movies. The majority of what the...
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Day 620: This Court Is Now In Session… Now Kick Some Ass!
When I was young, there were no sassy, quick-witted judges on TV dispensing justice with a scalding tongue, a brash and almost audible fart of morality, and a slick delivery that prompts the gallery...
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Day 623: Macro-Engineering – Dreaming Just Slightly Too Big
I am, though most don’t know this about me, an avid spectator of macro-engineering. I love hearing about grand schemes to transform the most fundamental geography of our world, despite the unwavering...
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Day 650: There Once Was A Law About Naming…
There once was a thought for a game: To write about laws about names. And just for a gimmick, To write it in lim’rick Though some will turn out rather lame. It’s been quite a while since I tried A...
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