Archive for November, 2007

Bathroom Woes

30Nov07

The mens washroom at my place of employment is a real horrorshow (not to be confused with real horrorshow, which is the exact opposite of my intent). I cannot speak for that of my female coworkers, but judging by some of the smells that come wafting hence, I can only assume a similar sight lies […]


Nights

16Nov07

I’m a vampire, baby, suckin blood from the earth – Neil Young I am a vampire — rather, a vampire in reverse. Instead of staying up all night and sucking blood out of my surroundings, I stay up all night as my surroundings get fat off my blood. I do it for the paycheque, see? […]


I Sit In a Pod

12Nov07

I sit in a pod. This is my essential existence, which is to say that if one were to compile a catalogue of photographs taken on the hour, every hour, of me doing whatever it is I’m doing at that juncture (au natural – or as close as one can get to it these days) […]


The Sound of Jet Noise is the Sound of Freedom! They Attacked Us On Sept. 11, 2001 Because… We Are Americans! – Dry Cleaners’ sign, Bangor, Maine. Last weekend I went to Maine in what was only my second foray into the post-9/11 US of A and found myself confronted with a distinct lack of […]