With only eight minutes remaining before I have to go and make muffins.... screw-it. The batter can wait another fifteen.
I've been wondering if my comments on The Facebook are just being shuffled into the deck. I always leave some real humdingers; the almost complete absence of feedback begs the question: does The Facebook hate me?
My Mom's taken to reading all these dark-themed contemporary works of fiction. It started a few years back, and if I weren't preoccupied with more important projects, I'd probably write one of my own under a pen name, and ask her about details as she reads it through - unbeknownst to her that her son is in fact the author! Anyway, I did take the time to throw together this mock cover, and wrote a synopsis to boot.
With his lengthy history of ridiculously dangerous, clandestine assignments for a most super secretive organization, even Devon Brandt wasn't prepared for the quagmire of obfuscating details awaiting him in small-town Newbrunswick.
He thought he'd be leaving behind the urgency of cloak and dagger operations when he retired his agency's swipe card to settle into a quiet life of photography and internet dating. He couldn't have been more wrong.
Just when the casual intimacy of Brandt's new found playboy lifestyle reaches a plateau - a formidable bevvy of attractive, but neglected married women, at his beck and call - he stumbles upon a compelling coded message from a WWII intelligence outfit under a Margaret Atwood novel sitting on the bedside table of his favorite black book librarian.
Unable to let sleeping dogs lie, Brandt's insatiable curiosity leads him on a lurid rural goose chase to ultimately uncover a great deal of death and dying - and even some dying dead - and a wee bit of deathly dying for good measure!
A friend of mine told me that he thinks my decision to continue using The Facebook without friends is snobbish. The truth is that I felt as though the entanglements of my Facebook friend network was somewhat of a disservice to my real life friends with real life jobs. My current independence and disaffiliation with the corporate world means I'm free to say whatever disparaging thing I want - and since I have no job to lose, I make it my job to express my opinions.
It can be a challenge to separate the individual from the organization. I think most people are afraid to even begin to confront the real numbers - the quantifiers that validate their context within a free market.
If you've followed my blog at all, you know that I'm one Canadian who heavily favours the Conservative Party over both the Liberal Party and the official opposition - even though the CPC mantras don't really speak to me personally: I'm not a hard working family man; I'm not interested in fixing-up houses, making Tim Horton's a part of my day; or undertaking home renovation projects.
What I do like is economic stability with a chance at volatility. I like the idea of banking dividends from investments in things like tobacco, ammunition, and other consumables. I like to gamble with venture capital in an arena where Mr. Man In Black isn't told by some Associate Assistant to the Senior Director of the Department of Watching Prosperity to come sniffing around every time you turn a buck.
One of my favorite observationists is Mark Steyn. I see him as a modern-day musical-Hemmingway. (Based upon my impression of what Hemmingway was like from reading some of his published personal correspondence.)
Tomorrow I plan to do a bit of cosmetic work on this here web log, and add a widget linking to my Soundcloud page. More on this tomorrow... off to make some banana muffins!
I've been wondering if my comments on The Facebook are just being shuffled into the deck. I always leave some real humdingers; the almost complete absence of feedback begs the question: does The Facebook hate me?
My Mom's taken to reading all these dark-themed contemporary works of fiction. It started a few years back, and if I weren't preoccupied with more important projects, I'd probably write one of my own under a pen name, and ask her about details as she reads it through - unbeknownst to her that her son is in fact the author! Anyway, I did take the time to throw together this mock cover, and wrote a synopsis to boot.
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| Background Image by Rick Mathews |
He thought he'd be leaving behind the urgency of cloak and dagger operations when he retired his agency's swipe card to settle into a quiet life of photography and internet dating. He couldn't have been more wrong.
Just when the casual intimacy of Brandt's new found playboy lifestyle reaches a plateau - a formidable bevvy of attractive, but neglected married women, at his beck and call - he stumbles upon a compelling coded message from a WWII intelligence outfit under a Margaret Atwood novel sitting on the bedside table of his favorite black book librarian.
Unable to let sleeping dogs lie, Brandt's insatiable curiosity leads him on a lurid rural goose chase to ultimately uncover a great deal of death and dying - and even some dying dead - and a wee bit of deathly dying for good measure!
A friend of mine told me that he thinks my decision to continue using The Facebook without friends is snobbish. The truth is that I felt as though the entanglements of my Facebook friend network was somewhat of a disservice to my real life friends with real life jobs. My current independence and disaffiliation with the corporate world means I'm free to say whatever disparaging thing I want - and since I have no job to lose, I make it my job to express my opinions.
It can be a challenge to separate the individual from the organization. I think most people are afraid to even begin to confront the real numbers - the quantifiers that validate their context within a free market.
If you've followed my blog at all, you know that I'm one Canadian who heavily favours the Conservative Party over both the Liberal Party and the official opposition - even though the CPC mantras don't really speak to me personally: I'm not a hard working family man; I'm not interested in fixing-up houses, making Tim Horton's a part of my day; or undertaking home renovation projects.
What I do like is economic stability with a chance at volatility. I like the idea of banking dividends from investments in things like tobacco, ammunition, and other consumables. I like to gamble with venture capital in an arena where Mr. Man In Black isn't told by some Associate Assistant to the Senior Director of the Department of Watching Prosperity to come sniffing around every time you turn a buck.
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| From my research, I gather that this guy paid too much for a knockoff watch. Now he's pissed! |
One of my favorite observationists is Mark Steyn. I see him as a modern-day musical-Hemmingway. (Based upon my impression of what Hemmingway was like from reading some of his published personal correspondence.)
Tomorrow I plan to do a bit of cosmetic work on this here web log, and add a widget linking to my Soundcloud page. More on this tomorrow... off to make some banana muffins!
