The year away
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I’m currently working on a project that involves some research on “how-to” ebooks, and the titles currently on offer at Lulu, a self-publishing site, are giving me giggle-fits. A sampling:

  • How…

Standing Cat.  Zorro-style.

Standing Cat, original flavour.

This country does not mess around when it comes to Easter. I have never seen such wanton egg-buying in my life. I guess you mix English people’s two favourite things together—Christianity and milk…

I bought something online from Marks and Spencer, and I hated myself for not having the cojones to select “Dame” or “Lady” from the drop-down menu. And I guess using the word “cojones” pretty much…

I went to Italy and permanently skewed my blood sugar by eating two plates of pasta every day. The white kind, because Italian people don’t believe in the mealy brown fibre-rich stuff we…

Ew.


I’m back from France and my pants are tight. The wine, the cheese, the pastry! Everything in France tastes like it’s been basted in concentrated Essence of Fabulous and then smothered to death with…

I just finished a writing project on the theme of Barbie (don’t ask) and stumbled across this grotesquely beautiful jewelry line by Margaux Lange.  She hacks up Barbie bits and turns them into glorious plastic autopsy chic.

Next up, I’m writing about Power Rangers (I told you not to ask) so expect some Mighty Morphin’ type posts in the near future.

I’m baaaaack.

What does it say about me that more people started following my Tumblr account when I WASN’T posting than ever did when I WAS?

Don’t answer that.


Did you know the English have found a way to monetize snow? Not the civilized way, by allowing people to ski on it, but by allowing them to bet on it.

Every year, thousands of British residents…

Jack Bauer mano a mano with the Jolly One


Dear English people with iPhones,

Just wanted to let you know that if you’re looking for a virtual iPhone toast-making app that comes pre-loaded with a Marmite option, More Toast has you…


Growing up in Vancouver, I got used to squirrels being the outdoor version of a family pet. Fluffy and bright-eyed, their livelihood pretty much consists of hanging around looking cute…


Is this one of those situations where I let slip how humiliatingly out of touch I am by trying to introduce you to something that has already emerged, crested, appeared on Oprah and…