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A Brief Study on the Practical Applications of the Tim Horton's "Tim Biebs" Merchandise Line: A Short Conversation on Race

Well folks it has been 4 years since the last time the world was graced with one of these posts so why the fuck not once again, take another shot at getting you to read something. As has been continually repeated it seems I am only doing this for my own amusement, so it feels about right to document the passage of time with some fragment of an update. Now that we are living in such a constantly rapid 24 hour news cycle where even our own personal social connections are sending live updates of pretending to be happy while they enjoy whatever current meaningless task takes up their days simultaneously feeling the need to tell everyone about it, because a blog post just seems even less relevant than it was in April of 2018 when I offered to give away a piece of clothing to the first person to comment on my last blog post. (Update: Congratulations to a fellow author of actual stories and not just ramblings, and long-time friend on finally winning a free hat 4.5 years later. Check her out, ...
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A Lousy Date With Superman

Here are some words that made their way out of the tips of my fingers and found themselves splattered onto the page arranged in a somewhat poetic fashion. A Lousy Date With Superman Big girl boots for a grown man's world Last year's fashion bought for her by someone else on sale While walking around the mall looking for Superman, Or atleast some boy of wonder to fly on in through the window and rescue her belief Of a colourful world where there's men made of steel ready to give her everything she thinks that loves supposed to be Educated only by rom coms and playlists from her Iphone She Spends all Friday night sitting in her room at home alone Daydreaming by moonlight of a superhero changing in the photobooth She's not sure exactly who it is she's dreaming of Will our caped crusader be next year's valentine? Will Clark Kent have heart shaped tattoo that reads "will you be mine"? Uh Oh! Looks like this poem is out of rhymes ...
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What A G̶i̶r̶l̶ Wants, What A G̶i̶r̶l̶ Woman Needs

So much for my goal of writing a new piece every month... As always if I'm not providing you with enough reading material for your cellphone or content for during the morning commute please let me know and at the absolute very least I'll tell you to screw off one to one :) Anyways, in honour of the International Women in Music summit tomorrow I've become inspired by the wildly dramatic and often talked on differences between men and women. The fact that what is widely considered a materialistic and sham holiday celebrating couples love for one another is taking place at the initial point of writing this post only confirms that my topic today will be what varies between the two genders people start their lives out as on this earth. Now I've often been quoted saying that the female gender is the far superior sex, but it has never been clearer to me how true that statement really is. Men, a concept clearly with origins from Mars, are often considered generally ph...
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Working Out With Your Eyes Closed

Recently I've been working in a new treadmill(well new to me), and I've found myself following into a horrible habit of closing my eyes while I'm running. I'm not talking about blinking or flapping my eyelashes, but instead consciously maintaining my eyes shut while the machine absentmindedly changes speeds and I now begin to jog on the hamster wheel made human sized. As someone who is usually completely aware of my surroundings, this 40 minute timeframe that I've set out of my day to conduct my cardio isn't one where I particularly think my eyes should be closed for any purpose. During the ticking seconds to minutes that I spend in the gym, I am aware of a lot of different things while standing in the single lonely and small room conducting my usual fitness routine. I'm aware of the illuminated numbers in front of me displaying the unfortunate fact that although the treadmill's pulse detection system isn't even able to pickup my heart rate d...
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Attentions and Intentions

Picked up the blog again temporarily while I have some extra time on my hands with the intent to hopefully write something that people will actually want to read. Apparently, a good way for an author to develop interest and desire from a reader is to ask the reader some provocative questions with the goal of keeping them entertained. So, how's your day going? How's your family? Pets doing well? Additionally, the stuff I actually care about, do people still read things on their laptops? Do people still read on their desktops? Or is everything you read now exclusively available on a 5 to 8 inch plus fibreglass-esque rectangle most likely located in your front pocket? Do people even read at all, whether it be for their own pain or pleasure? Because I'm aware that you're just dying to know, my personal preference is to have a cellphone that's smaller in stature so that it fits more properly into my clothing. Strangely, my favourite object to read is also the abs...
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The National Anthem of the United States is Ruining People's Lives!

The President of the United States tweeted that he would no longer be inviting Steph Curry, an NBA championship winning point guard to dinner on the 23rd of September, 2017. This less-than-140-character messaged ignited a chain reaction that has spread from Twitter across all media sources leaving journalists begging for absolutely anyone to open their mouths and express their opinions on any and all performances of the National Anthem. Due to this unsustainable thirst for people's thoughts regarding how somebody should react when another person strolls out onto a skinny red roll of carpet, grabs a microphone, and sings (or in Carlos Santana's case, shreds out)  A familiar melody that is associated with not only the citizens of an entire Country's sense of pride, but also in this particular performance, a broadcast of an entire stadium's choice of what genre of music to keep on their cellphone. In a country that is war-torn by everything from religious extremism...
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I Feel Like Pablo When I'm Working On My Blog

So it has been brought to my attention by my leagues of adoring fans that I must be psychotic because it's 2017 and this is a blog, so I don't actually have any fans. Saying that, writing this provides me some sort of an outlet, a way to express my frustrations, and unlike when I try to record something on video, or something musical, if a mistake happens while writing this, I can go back and edit it easily. Although the incessant barrage of typos are annoying it doesn't require another take, I don't have to take it from the top, and I really don't have to worry about what I say because no one's going to read this anyway. The idea that I can be so open with my opinions, free to say whatever I want to say about whatever the fuck I want to talk about, should be something that readers admire in the content they seek. In a world where everything is brought to you by something, where content is curated as a way to advertise to you without your brain recognizing i...
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