What was this car again? I remember this.
What was this car again? I remember this.
Somewhere on Facebook.
Remember how everything smelled like cigarettes? Like that was the smell of the 80s.
I was thinking the other day about how in my 80s childhood that we were taught to avoid “dirty old men”. Like nobody did anything about men preying on children, they just told you to avoid them. We had a neighbour growing up who had lost his teaching job for exposing himself to his students, and he also exposed himself to several other people in the neighbourhood, and did a lot of other creepy antisocial things (like abduct my cat and dump her outside of town, or put a sandwich bag over her head), and yet I was sent to piano lessons with his wife, where sometimes he would wander into the room in his underwear. If that was someone today he’d be on a sex offender list and in jail, but my parents thought it would be rude not to send me there for lessons.
We also had a guy who roamed around naked in the woodlot behind the grade school. I thought it was an urban legend and then I saw him myself one day when I was crossing the bridge overhead.
No idea. I don’t think I have an accent but people who aren’t Canadian think I do.
Interestingly my friend’s sister moved with her twins to Australia when they were 5, and when they returned one has an Australian accent and the other does not.
Two hours is my maximum unless I’m going to stay the weekend. I went to a New Pornographers show where people had flown in from Chicago to. Toronto and driven four hours from Michigan to see them. This was right between Delta and Omicron so I think people were super eager to go to anything at all, but I was surprised.
I switched from YouTube Music to Deezer. I like it!
Holy shit! You did a really good thing.
And now I have another reason to be terrified of dating if I were to ever become single again.
Vegan egg substitute omelet with roasted red peppers and olives.
Good afternoon.
Well that’s fascinating.
Steel cut oatmeal with maple syrup and almonds and shredded coconut.
Neko Case in either her solo career or with The New Pornographers. The voice of God with red hair. I would listen to Brill Bruisers by TNP or Middle Cyclone by Neko…
What are your bar tricks?
I am fanatically polite, helpful, and friendly.
I use Qwant, a French search engine. Much better.
My grade school playground equipment was made of old tires, chains, and wooden posts. Injuries abounded, and not one of our 1980s parents gave a shit.
I did not know that either.
I was the same way when I visited smoking family, I’d strip at the door and hit the shower when I got home.
Mopping the walls, my God.