A goat eating a paper bag behind a wire fence. It had a cute name but I don't remember it.

Nice paper bag you've got there. It'd be a shame if someone...ate it.

Captain Canuck. I still have them.

Reading “Healing from Narcissistic Abuse” by a friend of mine, Dr Daksha Hirani, and am struck by this narcissism checklist…

"...the color of television, tuned to a dead channel," as @greatdismal.bsky.social once wrote.

Think of every lazy “Happy St. Patrick’s Day” shared by politicians. Then watch this remarkable video, something I’ve never seen a city’s mayor do.

#StPatricksDay

Never gets old.

Late to the game and too many to choose from, but the DADGAD guitar intro to Stan Rogers' Witch of the Westmorland never gets old.

there's so much bad in the world but there's also people who lift up and carry an elderly bat around every day so he can pretend he's flying again, and that's the part of the world I think is worth fighting for

Hegseth has Deus Vult and Jerusalem Cross tattoos, so it's no big surprise they're pitching it as a crusade.

Huge scandal that Minneapolis has been crawling with terrorists this whole time. They've been living among us undercover as poets and nurses. And would've continued to, had it not been for the work of our bravest child kidnappers

Introduce yourself with 5 concerts you've seen:
Spirit of the West
Billy Bragg
Rheostatics
Nina Hagen
Tragically Hip

I have made delicious things in my life, yet my every biryani attempt has utterly bombed. You are not alone in this.

Absolutely true.
But if they mention Herbalife all bets are off.

Yeah. Still relevant.

With everything awful & scary going on in the United States & the world, we might momentarily forget that here in Canada, Conservative Leader Pierre Poilievre STILL REFUSES to apply for the normal security clearance that EVERYONE else in his position has.

It’s reasonable to assume he can’t pass it.

Ratings for the war crimes trials are going to be phenomenal.

A tray of baklava cut into portions.

Next off my cooking bucket list: Baklava!

post a perfect album from the 90s that isn't nirvana, soundgarden, pearl jam, or alice in chains.

Beach photo redux: Same water, 16 months (and a few kilometres) apart from my previous beach picture.

A plate of apple crumble and vanilla ice cream with a fork on top.

Holiday lunch dessert is very important.

A rural road with a highway sign to its right. Sign reads Hawkins Pickle Rd with a forward arrow, Hope 7 east with a right arrow.

We had to name roads after them or we’d forget.

I have that one covered. Just ask my kids.

My hand holding a shortbread cookie in the shape of an airplane. There are red sprinkles in the pattern of the survivorship bias plane.

A plate of the same cookies.

Does anyone want a survivorship bias shortbread

If you rebooted RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK today with the same temporal margins, it’d be set in the 1980s. Neo-Nazi punks would have their faces melted by the opening of a forbidden arcade cabinet at the KB Toys at your local mall. Indiana Jones would wear a Hawaiian shirt and Chuck Taylor sneakers.

Breakfast of Champions.

A movie that takes place where you’re from. Mostly.

Two chopped up pears, splash of bourbon, a couple of tablespoons of brown sugar and a bit of water, then cook it down. I just kind of winged it.

A small stainless steel pot on a stove, filled with pears, brown sugar, and bourbon.

I decided on the fly to try making a pear bourbon compote for this morning’s crêpes.
Hey, it’s a small thing, but it’s a thing.

Even in the deli area merchandiser type thing? This one is kind of a flagship store, with an actual cheese guy, but the small one down the hill has decent small wedges in the display. The display, I might add, that I usually ignore because I expect it to be too expensive.

I started portioning this out this morning (gloves so I don’t touch the cheese with my hand, wrapped tightly so no air) and can report that Red Leicester tastes like more. Like cheddar, but crumbly, interesting but not challenging.