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Monday, 27 January 2020
Cleaning or Shuffling?
I'm notorious for having a messy room, so when I clean it, I have to reorganize everything, and that involves a lot of stacking and shuffling.
Monday, 20 January 2020
Guardian Angels be like...
This comic comes from watching my nephews and nieces veering towards trees on their sleds and at the last second swerving out of the way.
Sunday, 12 January 2020
Tuque Hair
Winter means either going out in public without a tuque and freezing your head, or wearing a tuque and never taking it off indoors.
Monday, 6 January 2020
Sunday, 29 December 2019
Poetry and the New Year
"Tam O'Shanter" is a poem about a man who would regularly go out and get drunk, much to the anger and frustration of his wife. On one such evening, Tam is going home from the pub, riding his horse Maggie, and he takes the road home that goes by a SUPER haunted church. On this stormy night, all manner of demons, monsters, witches and the devil himself are partying in the cemetery and Tam stops to watch. Like an idiot.
While the hags are dancing Tam sees a really good looking young witch among them and forgets himself and shouts "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" (well done short skirt) and the party full stops and all the evil creatures start chasing after Tam and Maggie. Tam steers Maggie to the bridge, knowing that the demons can't cross clean running water, and the two make it, but just barely as one of the hags manages to pull off poor Maggies tail.
"Now, who this tale of truth shall read,
Each man, and mother’s son, take heed:
Whenever to drink you are inclined,
Or short skirts run in your mind,
Think! you may buy joys over dear:
Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare."
While the hags are dancing Tam sees a really good looking young witch among them and forgets himself and shouts "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" (well done short skirt) and the party full stops and all the evil creatures start chasing after Tam and Maggie. Tam steers Maggie to the bridge, knowing that the demons can't cross clean running water, and the two make it, but just barely as one of the hags manages to pull off poor Maggies tail.
"Now, who this tale of truth shall read,
Each man, and mother’s son, take heed:
Whenever to drink you are inclined,
Or short skirts run in your mind,
Think! you may buy joys over dear:
Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare."
Monday, 23 December 2019
Sunday, 15 December 2019
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