Kicking Dirt’s Ass
Our washing machine fritzed out on us, for the third time, close to two months ago. The quote we had to get it fixed this time started at $300 just for the labour. With a new baby on the way, and already having a messy six-year-old, the final decision was to purchase a new set [...]
Juxtaposing
A couple o’ things out of the mouth of my almost six-year-old son recently that made me do a double-take: bq. Dad, what the hell are you doing?Hey, when can we listen to some Frank Zappa? And on the subject of whether his soon-to-be sibling will be a boy or girl having viewed the ultrasound [...]
Blind Illusion
One of those musical epiphanies, the kind that one can have at least once during their lifetime, occurred to me in late September 1988 at the then Concert Hall at the corner of Yonge and Davenport in downtown Toronto. I was attending a MetalFest of sorts (I don’t remember the show’s official name) that was [...]
Sniff, sniff
First Dean Allen’s Textism goes quiet with little warning, and now his better half, Gail Armstrong, has decided to lead her OpenBrackets out to pasture. I’m tellin’ ya, sometimes the internet loses more good than it gains. Thank you Gail for the making the place a touch more classy all these years. We’ll miss ya!
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