Yellow means…Stop.
It was just a gentle “toot toot,” and nothing more, but it almost got us killed. In Vancouver, in order to make a left turn...
It was just a gentle “toot toot,” and nothing more, but it almost got us killed. In Vancouver, in order to make a left turn...
I was perusing the gossip magazines while going through the grocery queue, the ones you only read when you’re stuck in line (and at the...
“I need more humour in my life,” my girlfriend stated with a sigh. She expressed what we all, at times, feel: a good laugh is...
Your heart sinks when you get the call. “Hello, Erin? Yes, this is the school calling. We have your son here, he is fine. His...
I was in the bathroom the other day, minding my own business, when I found some porn. The tattered edges of the glossy magazine stuck...
Sometimes you start a project, knowing it might bleed into another, but you start it anyway. How bad can it really be? you think nervously....
Home. It’s a small word, but a loaded one. A few years back this word was presented in my writing group as a jumping off...
Sorry for the delay, I was in the woods. Granted it was only for a few days, but it seemed like a long time. I want...
turds…live Sometimes you stumble across something truly awesome on the internet. (thanks Nicole and Stu) This band was featured in “21 painfully awkward band photos”....
Is that all there is, is that all there is If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancing Let’s break out the...
I call the blog “The Obtuse Angle” because I love the word “obtuse” and I like to poke fun at myself, even if I’m anything but simple. It’s my angle, a way for me to bring levity to the world. The blog is like traveling to the basement of my brain––the messy place, for less-polished, off-the-cuff musings.
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