I've laughed when things were at their worst. It's carried me through some of my hardest times. It's diffused things. But if you can see far enough that you can see backwards, well... I won't be laughing all the way to hell, no thank you.

Here's an interesting observation. As my circle of friends have gotten older, the woman in our circle are no longer dating the tattoo'd bad boy musicians/tattoo artists but pretty average careerist guys. I can't help but wonder what happens to the bad boy musicians/tattoo artists? Do they just date younger woman as they get older and Is that a win? What becomes of them?

My advice for men when trying to date is to understand that you cannot change whether a woman likes you or not. A woman will know within a minute whether she likes you. Don't waste your time trying to convince her. I have wasted countless hours on this. Move on to another bird. Don't take it personally. Been shot down loads of times. Unless you have a physical, medical, or mental disability there is nothing stopping you from being physically fit. Women like men that are physically fit. Have interesting hobbies and activities. This is something I learned from my wife. She told me women love when a man is genuinely enthusiastic about things. It could be computers or jello. If you're sweet on a girl you have to try to get her attention. Tell her that she looks beautiful and see how she reacts. If she smiles then try to get to know her. Don't move in too fast or you are going to scare her. Same procedure as when you're hunting deer. You have to ease in and make her think she's doing you a favor. I have been married for 40 years and I feel bad for young people nowadays. It was easier dating before cell phones and computers.

The beautiful mysterious damaged brunette was introduced early on, but then the story devolved into separated chapters. Mundane existence, groceries, laundry cycles. Chapter after chapter of dullness. Is it some sort of sick joke? An art project? An experiment in creative writing? This story is awful and I have been slowly turning the pages but I'm tiring of it. I don't think she's going to reappear after all, and I don't think I want to read any more if she doesn't.

I really just want to hang out with you, I like your tallness and mystery, it's really hot.

Fields the size of Saskatchewan farms growing Weed. It's amazing to think that the hippie culture has begotten a company that has just arranged a $250 million dollar loan from the Bank of Montreal. I guess with that amount of money they won't be growing it in the back bedroom. They'll make more cash than you can make growing regular crops, so our staples are going to be more expensive, as less land is devoted to them.( see what happened with ethanol!) Then we have to have these newly planted fields patrolled by armed guards because there's nothing more tempting than free weed.. you really don't have to do anything to it before you can use it. What happens if one of these fields catches fire? Nobody will have the get up and go to put it out. There's a great movie in this scenario somewhere

Every time I see somebody crossing a busy street with their head buried in their cell phone, I wish I had a vuvuzela from the 2010 World Cup. A blast to the face should get their attention for a split second.

Every time I have a computer problem at work, the first thing they'll always say is "you're not doing it right" and blame their fallible system's shortcomings on me. The user error, however, is not always my own.

In the 90s, at least the people panhandling on the medians would wash your windows, now they just get into traffic.

.....the nonsense we get up to sometimes. Was discussing US immigration sitch with my parents who live there now. Classic wealthy liberals, my mom went to one of the protests but "didn't agree with everyone there" because "you can't just let people in" because "its about jobs" ...... my mom worked illegally in the US for 3 years while living there on a spousal visa to my dad's green card. She also basically ignored the restrictions while waiting for her permanent residency, because they were inconvenient and she knew her lawyer would sort it out. I swear they weren't this bad when they lived here, but the US has rotted their brain, and every time I talk to them it seems like they're doing less and less critical thinking and more and more parroting of idiotic talking points. Or maybe it's just a getting old thing.