Get Off My Lawn

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Archive for November 2015


My game guide lay open on the dining room table. This is where I like to conduct my “research.” I pore over the tome, reading glasses perched on my nose, gleaning the wonders and bounty of the Wasteland. Cue the record needle being scratched across the vinyl. Maureen: You wanna move your nerd shit so I can read the paper? I shake my head sadly and make space for the […]

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Fallout 4, Baby!

  The following is a transcript of a phone conversation between my wife and me a few days ago: Me: Honey, I have some really good news. Maureen: Is this really good news or is it something about a video game? A long pause. Me: The second one.

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Like a Boss

This is a picture of Pierre Elliot Trudeau. He was the Prime Minister of Canada from 1968-1979 and 1980-1984, and was the father of our newly elected Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau. I love this picture because it goes against the more conventional view of a Canadian. Not all of us are reserved and understated. Some of us have a bit of swagger.

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Witchy Woman

  Halloween . . . the one night of the year my wife can just be herself. And for those of you who think I’m being hyperbolic, I present to you: Exhibit A: My Wife Scares Me Exhibit B: Last night my witch wife went out trick-or-treating with her sister and nephews while I was at work. She “forgot” to bring home even one piece of candy even though she knows how […]

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