Comments on: a life in words (and one picture)

By: bschooled

bschooled — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 15:27:25 +0000

Ha! Unless the skytrain has turned into a rickety bus in Mexico that, oddly enough, smelled like urine (also LITERALLY…probably because I was stuck sitting beside the bathroom), then it wasn’t me. But just wait until you hear my feces-on-Vancouver-public-transit story (provisionally titled “Throw Feces Man Off The Train” ). You’ll think we’re like those creepy twins who aren’t really related but still that doesn’t stop them from feeling each others feelings and experiencing each others’ experiences!

Or, maybe not. (But still, crazy coincidence!)

By: Erynn Elizabeth

Erynn Elizabeth — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 23:32:11 +0000

I just read one of your published articles, where it was revealed to me that we live in the same city.
I guess that means I have to stalk you now. I’m assuming it won’t be too hard, given your proclivity to speak aloud to imaginary K-Rog, and because I know what you would look like if you were trying not to face me while wearing a weird robe.

Were you on the skytrain the other day? It literally smelled like fecal matter. LITERALLY.
It was pretty bad. I had to move cars and everything. Except it was the Canada, so all the cars are connected and I had moved downwind. I’m sure you know how it goes.

By: Clare

Clare — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 14:54:52 +0000

I don’t know where you came from, and why I haven’t found your blog sooner, but thank you. I thought I was the only one on the planet who had to plead the fifth because of a mistaken gang fight out of a mosh pit.

By: Mikael

Mikael — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 21:44:35 +0000

This explains so much… :) I already like you.

By: Carrie - Cannibalistic Nerd

Carrie - Cannibalistic Nerd — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 15:29:50 +0000

I bet you won’t be calling your mom boring when you inherit that Flavor Wave Turbo endorsement money. Or, maybe she was complaining, I know nothing about the cooking time of pork roast.