This song was playing this morning – on our way to Easter Brunch… All I could think was… PERFECT JESUS THEME SONG!!! I just had to make this:
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| Jesus sings The Clash |
Then later I thought what if they rolled back the stone, and found this Easter morning? So I had to make this one:
(I know, I know… I’m going to Hell.)
If I’m going to get screwed, I’d like to be in on it. I’m not generally a passive participant. I don’t just lie back and think of the Queen. If I’m getting well and truly screwed I want to enjoy it. I want to scream operatically with release when it gets really good. Naked in…
We lived next door to a lady named Kay. She was in her 80s. One of those Europeans who, although she’d been in Canada for 50 years, still had her accent – just like my own Granny. Kay was effusive in welcoming us to the neighbourhood. We had to learn to lock our door during…
Big time. Really a lot. I mean, HOLY CRAP does death suck! You think you’re doing okay until the deathiversary happens. That day bitch slaps you every time. Four years gone and your heart ruptures all over again – an explosion of cardiac tissue splattering your rib cage and spine. You struggle for breath. A…
I turned 44 today. That’s right the big DOUBLE 4!!!! I have lived, breathed, loved, hurt, gasped, screamed, laughed, fallen, jumped, dived, wallowed, basked and enjoyed life for the last 44 years. Yes, I have wrinkles on my face. You know why? Because I smile and raise my eyebrows and I’m 44 freaking years…
On Lakeshore Drive there is a house. Situated on the south side of the street, its back yard opens to Lake Ontario. I pass it every time I go for my extended walk. The new owners seem determined to transform this 1980s homogenized architecture into… something… more. I’ve been watching its transformation for months. In…
Those parents who do not force our children to kiss their leathery Aunt Marjorie upon first meeting, aren’t doing it to ‘portend doom’ (“Why children need to feel the pinch,” Macleans, May 13, 20013). We do it so that our children will listen to their natural fight or flight response. Yes, it used to be…
did you see my easter related blasphemy? i was referring to easter as the celebration of zombie-guy….
I confess: I heard Diana Ross singing "I'm Coming Out."