Category: personal

end 2025 and father frank

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Well, I’m batting .500 on my resolutions.

I didn’t lose weight, but I did write a full-length novel, so that’s cool.

Bit of a bittersweet day, and not just because we had a funeral this morning.

Catholics are weird; Father Frank, who talked about the body the woman would return to, said it wouldn’t be the 100-year old body (which he referred to as “ripe for the picking”), it would be…

*leers at young, attractive, large-breasted girl in the front row*

“young, pretty and, mmm, vivacious”

*leans over to attractive, muscular young man further down the row*

and equally creepily, in lecherous old man tone, says

“strong and vibrant, mmmm… vibrant”…

Suffice it to say my kids would never be alone with that nasty old fuck, certainly not in the equally skeevily-named Good Shepherds Room, off the main hall.

Christ, Catholics, what the fuck are you even doing? You know this is why you’re on the decline, in addition to being an unserious institution of role players doing the religious version of D&D with its man in the sky fiction, and pretending that gives them power over people, and the ability to be a goddamn pervert?

How about in 2026, we just get rid of religion altogether?

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1202 words, short story: Perspective

Read: Plot & Structure, James Scott Bell (so useful)
Comics: Jack Of Fables 46-47, Fables 97-98
Music: Wind It Up (Rewound), The Prodigy
Year Totals:

Target Words: 450400 words
Written Words: 443120 words, 1 novel, 3 comics, 3 short stories, 3 poems
Books Read: 84
Comics Read: 1637 comics
Albums Listened To: 449 albums
New Recipes Tried: 258 recipes
Places Travelled: 7 (Muskoka/Prince Edward County/New York/France/Germany/Netherlands/Switzerland)

what a day

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Running like I’m Forrest Gump, and partying like a three-year who just discovered a box of breakfast donuts.

Good times, lady.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1538 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Soon I Will Be Invincible, Austin Grossman
Comics: Fables 81-82, Jack Of Fables 31-32
Music: Wicked Nature, The Vines

running out of time

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My god, deadlines are hard. Also, I do recall chastising myself for burnout the last time I tossed it all and started over; it’s supposed to be forward progress, not hard lines.

Remember, dork. It’s supposed to be fun.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 710 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 69-70, Jack Of Fables 19-20
Music: Who's Got The 10 1/2?, Black Flag (fun fact: it's Kira)

sunday, sunday

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Today, we feast.

Not for Christmas or whatever, but just because.

Tuscan chicken in a sun-dried tomato cream sauce, garlic spinach, arugula with a high quality balsamic vinaigrette, Italian vegetable soup and marinated mozzarella cubes.

I do like to cook. Would that I had the time and money to do it right, on the regular.

Fucking cost of living bullshit.

Fucking time of living bullshit.

Why can’t we all just be dead, happy and full?

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1220 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 67-68, Jack Of Fables 17-18
Music: Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?, U2

funny how you can’t remember stuff

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I completely blanked on the concept of a truck bed. What it was called, anything.

I literally had to google it.

Some days, brain no function. Thinkee bad.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1468 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 63-64, Jack Of Fables 13-14
Music: (Who's Afraid Of) The Art Of, The Art Of Noise (not me, it sucked)

supermooned

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Good god, it’s bright as hell in here. Supermoon and a fresh snowfall means weird dreams and little sleep.

Great. Just great.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 2641 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 55-56, Jack Of Fables 5-6
Music: The Who By Numbers, The Who (we're on a kick)

alone time

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There’s rumours we’re going back to the office full-time, and I think with all the changes I’ve endured, and how much time that’s cost me (and killed me, as far as getting shit done), I think it’s going to kill me.

Something will have to give, and I’m afraid it will be me and my sanity.

I don’t want to switch jobs again.

Unless it’s full time author.

Fuckin’ hell, Carney. You’re a real piece of shit, you know. First all the globalist bullshit, now this.

I’ll still never vote Con, but damn son. I was already on the fence on the Liberal Party the last few elections and only voted that way to avoid garbage like Scheer and Poilievre.

But if you have another one, I’m going hard left. NDP or Green, the whole fucking way.

Enough half-measures, done from fear of the right. It’s time to dump the centre, if the centre won’t listen either.

And it’s your fault, Carney, for being an unnecessary dick.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1105 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Tesla: Man Out Of Time, Margaret Cheney
Comics: Fables 44-47
Music: White Trash, Two Heebs And A Bean, NOFX (hey, I don't name 'em)