Truth is stranger than fiction

I got my hair cut this week, and I gotta say, it was a new experience! I’ve had hair cut people stabilize their hand or the buzzer or their scissor by anchoring one finger, say, on my temple, or even on my cheek or my forehead, but never IN MY HEAR HOLE not once but AT LEAST FOUR TIMES it was gross and also I don’t like my haircut. But seriously, who sticks their finger in someone’s ear? Let alone the ear hole?


To be fair, the internet has made it really easy to talk- and increasingly difficult to listen. The one strategy I’ve seen people embrace wholeheartedly is to reject everything they see on the internet as being valid and treat it all as satire, but that isn’t exactly helping anything, it’s just making people smug.

replace “the internet” with anything and you’ll find Pinocchio is still a liar… but is it reasonable to expect any one thing could solve everything forever? What might that look like?


I have three observations, none of them having to do with the comic!

  1. The easiest way for me to tell the passing of days (Because they all sorta blend together when a lot of your weekends are spent working) is by noticing two things… the number at the end of the comics (this one is 14 in my new page management file, which means it was 2 weeks ago that I got sick of how slow my iPad was running and started a new page management file, which is madness because I’m pretty sure I made that new file yesterday) and the second way is seeing people that I’ve “snoozed” on social media for 30 days pop back up in my news feed.
  2. i’m getting pretty quick at figuring out how old people are when their obituary Only states their birth year, and this made me feel like a math genius until I realized it’s just because it’s easy to do in 2020 for obvious reasons
  3. The third thought is probably the best of the three thoughts. I’ve written it down on a piece of paper in front of me and I you can take my word for it, it’s pretty great.

It’s s winter wonderland

Winter in the Fraser valley! It’s a bit… uh, moody.

big thanks to my friend rick who, after hearing of my t&t woes last week with my having driven to buy noodles that were out of stock, made it a point to Messsage me the next time he stopped at t&t and picked my noodles up for me. There are noodles in the world again!!!

Straight to the top

There’s a brand of margarine called “I can’t believe it’s not butter.” Somebody thought that up. It’s annoying ad campaign from the 90’s is still in my brain, just vague details- people looking straight into the camera saying, “I can’t believe it’s not butter!” And it’s smart, because the word that sticks in your brain is butter, and they figured out how to get the word “butter” on a product that isn’t actually butter, and I hate it so much because somewhere in the 90’s or 80’s or whenever they made it up, someone was very satisfied that they came up with this idea. Ugh!

Before posting this, I showed it to my brother, who Had some pretty good perspective. He wrote “you’ve never cleaned up after your family” and, well, that’s true enough. I tend to be the mess maker, but I did spend most of the weekend I was free cleaning up my garage which, while being mostly my mess, made some room so the girls could move some of their mess to the garage, so I mean, I guess it all evens out.