It does not go unnoticed that you reward all the other employees for their work except for me. It does not go unnoticed that you schedule me in so that I can’t attend meetings. Your tone of voice does not go unnoticed either. It appears you are jealous which is unfortunate because I don’t have […]
Love the Way We Bitch/Love
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Can we talk …
…about overpopulation? Why is this topic taboo? This is at the root of all environmental problems—and why migrants have nowhere left to go. The earth does not need 8 billion homo sapiens. Read The Limits to Growth (1968), a bestseller, and start a conversation with someone about overpopulation.—Doin’ my bit (there’s just me)
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Shitty sidewalks
So a local paper asks: “Why are we still discussing lousy sidewalk removal?” The simple answer is, for as long as Car is King and non-drivers (taxpayers or not) remain second-class citizens, sidewalks will stay an icy, un-walkable mess. When will Bobcatters realise that plowing sidewalks into skating rinks, without also salting them, is worse […]
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Supportive sweetheart
I met you a couple of weeks after my dad died. I was heartbroken and not looking for love, just distraction. I have been consistently pleasantly surprised by you. Gracious and kind, supportive and humorous. I really couldn’t have imagined a better person to bump into and now I’m head over heels in love. It […]
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The hole that you left, my winged friend
I had you for 18 years. You were six weeks old when I brought you home. You brought so much joy to me, and I don’t know how to go on without you. You made me laugh. You loved scratches. Miss you, Chico. Love you forever.—The man
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Downward dog poop
Okay I get it. Our sidewalks are bullshit, blah blah six o’clock news, but when it comes to picking up the poop, most of us dog owners are creating new yoga poses over snow banks in order to be good citizens and pick up. So, when I see a chunk of snow atop a poop […]
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Speed swamps
Last year three speed humps were installed on our street. Most of the neighbours didn’t want it. The ones who wanted it were parents with small children who play on the street unsupervised. And hey, sitting on your step glued to your cell doesn’t count as supervision. So now, the snow is melting and the […]
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Writing in to say thank you
Last year was a hard year for me—something you seemed to know without even asking. Your departure was so unexpected. I thought I’d have forever to thank you for everything you did to make it bearable; The fun projects, the opportunities, just stopping to chat in your busy day. It’s been weeks now, but you […]
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Why bug the panhandlers?
What is up with people being rude to the panhandlers? Like the cops! It’s up to the drivers if they want to give them money! It’s not right—I understand how you cops feel but like I said, it is up to the driver or passenger of they want to give money! But you guys embarrass […]
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So we’ve just given up on snow clearing?
Seriously. When a snowfall warning comes up on Environment Canada’s forecast, common sense says “ready the plows!” Instead, today, as with most other snow days in the city, our not-so-trusty snow clearers don’t take to the streets until there’s already an inch or more of snow on the ground with little or no preemptive salting […]
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Fuck you, hacks
Thanks for blatantly ripping off one of my most recent paintings, “Ode to LSD,” for the cover of your recent weed issue. And you wonder why the only artists left in that shit hole town are painting light houses and fucking row boats.—The actual artist
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Red beret made my day
You were at The Oval. As was I. It was the last Thursday in February at noon or so. I couldn’t help but drift close to you to watch you skate. Your blond hair flowing from a red beret. It made my day to do a few more laps. See ya round, and round and…—Red […]