Hmm. Does anyone have any idea what this points system on joeuser.com does to your head? I started this blog fairly recently and I can really feel the competitive pull and the quasi-rush I get from seeing my ranking go up a few notches. It's getting... addictive. My newest, biggest, brightest idea for a story (I get them this size about once or twice a year) is about a fallen angel's quest for God. Also featuring a killer tooth fairy, revolution in Paris and an irritable clock tower with so...

Today I did something I've never done before. I met my friend at 10p.m. and we pretty much decided we couldn't catch a movie in time. Also, I was kinda broke. I had something to the amount of six dollars in change. And $4.24 in my account. I checked. My friend is a great guy. He agreed to pick up the tab for the night. So we decided to check out some bars in Hull. Just the two of us. In Hull, the drinking limit is 18. Which was excellent for people in our situation. It was cold out, bu...

Sometimes it feels like I’m living and seeing through a bubble darkened with grime. Lost sight of what I’m doing. Has that ever happened to you? Drifting through life without much of a purpose. Maybe it’s a phase. Maybe the purpose needs to find me. God knows I’ve been looking for it; an injection of excitement whenever I think I’ve found it, but the purpose always gets yanked out from under my feet, and all I can do is watch it go as I fall in slow motion back into the strange feeling of indi...

Three thousand words on the religious aspect of the French-Huron relationship. Can anyone write that much in a single night? I thought I could. I’d written essays in one night before. I thought I could do it again. I made a mistake. I should have started earlier but I didn’t. The night comes and with it the slow realization that I will not be able to finish. It kills any desire to keep writing before I even reach the thousand word mark. So I throw the time away. I browse the same websi...

ever felt like eating salmon? someone once told me they were good for me i do believe them but i hate the sharp brittle things sticking in their tummy and now in my throat. Purpose you're just a prophet with a broken neck always looking upwards like there's more in sky besides stars and clouds. grow another head and i'd be happy to break your neck another way ...

Well, this is the place where I'll lump the turds. Everyone is welcome to savor the fragrance, such as it is. I tried to set up a blog last year. Grade 12 and too much time on my hands. It was going to be at bigblogwolf.com. I haven't checked if that url actually works, but somewhere in between the now and then I lost interest. Not much patience or understanding with machines, and that's to my disadvantage. Oh, and if you want to see some really funny, sad, angry or just plain weird stuff, d...