Although mice may live up to two and a half years in captivity, the average mouse in the wild lives only about four months
My last place of residence had a visible mouse issue. I once followed a mouse down the hall to the wash-a-machine, I once stumbled across a mouse as I was entering the bathroom for a shower, I even discovered a mouse relaxing on my bed; what a visible mouse issue. While it may not be scientific deduction, from what I could discern, it appeared to be the same mouse in all three cases. None of my roommates saw this mouse mind you. So like any victim, I asked: why me? Continue reading here.
Read His Story!
Some say that James’s oak tree pre-dated the city’s first train Station, the one opened by the Grand Trunk Railway back in 1858. Others rumor that the tree was just one of those twenty or thirty year-old potted saplings, grown uncivilized. Regardless of what those “some” or “others” declare, it’s certain that the oak tree James Tunk sat in – Monday through Sunday – was the only tree to burst the cement of Toronto’s busy Bay Street. Continue reading here.
A Retelling of Richie Miller’s Christmas ’04
A Christmas poem about Richie Miller. Read here.
A Decade Top Ten
In case you haven’t noticed, tens and tens of top ten lists have been compiled this month. Most of these top ten lists have reviewed something over the decade (2000-2009) and ranked those somethings from #10 down to #1. To stay “in the game” I have compiled my own top ten list for you to check out. Continue reading here.
Blog-love XII
A Christmas List poem to Santa Claus recovered from the ground of a shopping mall. Read here.
Blogoween Story #2
So there was this guy,
He worked as a janitor at a College nearby. Anyways, he was a real stand-up guy; he opened doors for ladies, washed his hands, and took his shoes off when he was in your house. He was that kind of guy but he had this thing where he liked to eat other people’s eyelashes. Call him old-fashioned, but he just loved to indulge in other people’s eyelashes. Continue reading here.
Blogoween Story #1
So there was this woman,
She was a dental hygienist, very concerned with teeth. Anyways, this woman is out at a dinner party one night when she sees this handsome fellow mingling around the other side of the room sometime before the meal is served. ‘Hi my name is Julie and I’m a dental hygienist,’ she thinks as she walks over to talk to the good-looking buck. “Hi my name is Julie and I’m a dental hygienist,” she says to the good-looking buck when she reaches him at the other side of the room. Continue reading here.
Blog City
The following is an account of a visiting human looking after a friend or relative’s dog in the dog’s home. It occurs on an unspecified date between the hours of 6:00am and 9:00am. The account is written in journal format and composed by a fly on the wall. The title for such an account could be, Tracking Canine Happiness: the ups and downs of a dog as measured by a two point rating scale. The journal may or may not be loosely based on actual events endured by this blog’s author. Continue reading here.
Blogomania
So here is some cutting-edge-new-wave acrostic poetry. Its new-wave because that rule about one word per letter has been smashed. Some may say its a complete upheaval of the form but I’m just like, “whatever man.” The new-wave acrostic poem below is about love and honour as experienced during my recent trip to medieval times. Continue reading here.
Inauguration
I guess all good things must come from a beginning, and today, on this partly cloudy 13th of September, it looks as if this blog has come to its beginning. I don’t want to say much, but I will “set the stage” for your reading and my writing with the help of two quotes. Continue reading here.
