My poem "Britney Spears Has a PhD in Good Lighting" is out in the latest issue of Canthius, in the company of a bounty of beautiful writing

www.canthius.com/store/canthi...

CFMDC has arrived.

informed E very seriously that I think I would literally die were I to attempt the centre on barton today. happy holidays, hamilton

continuing my plan to filter all forms of political analysis through my terrible tv habits i am definitely going to write a mini zine this weekend called IT'S NOT ABOUT THE TINY SHELTERS. hold me to it.

it's the time of year when tiny envelopes proliferate and i realize E has an entire ecosystem of plant contacts picking up and leaving things in mailboxes so...anyone need seeds, i guess?

probably my favourite thing when reading labour arbitration awards is when the arbitrator is basically like "the definition of being a union rep is annoying management so being annoying is a protected activity"

hamilton picking an extremely clear winner for friday screenings and it's not OPPENHEIMER. i love you hamilton.

an irony of union stuff is i can make management meet with me when i'm being extremely annoying and fighty, but the once every few months i want to meet and be genuinely helpful they're allowed to be too scared to say yes

or maybe this is just a paradox of my personal charms, MMV

taking a real unholy glee in my very special confluence of poor proprioception and high pain tolerance as mirrored in E's reactions to a colourful injury i managed not to feel this weekend until it was real bloody

will i do union work on vacation? yes. will i talk to you on the phone during vacation? no. call it the millennial compromise.

the video calling apps are becoming sentient. teams regularly connects to my phone camera (i have never done this on purpose) for horrifying side boob angles; zoom just opened on its own when i am ostensibly on vacation. what hath we wrought.

turns out all you have to do for a code is call your employer racist until t hey make you stop