A Wolf At The Door


1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY

It has been 1 year since I've started this website. Time flies. Thanks to all visitors for your input. Thanks to Rebeka for the design work. Thanks to Blogger.

A little tidbit: Most titles of the postings are actually song titles. A soundtrack of sorts.

Even though I wonder where I came up with some of this shit (which most of this truly is), here are some of my favourite entries/stories over the past year:

Nevermind
The Truth Only Hurts The Liars
From: Whom It May Concern
Pontius Cried Wolf
Full Circle
What To Do...

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It will soon be possible to assert almost continuous control over every citizen and to maintain up-to-date files, containing even the most personal details about health and personal behaviour of every citizen in addition to the more customary data.... Power will gravitate into the hands of those who control information.
--Zbigniew Brzezinski, The Technotronic Age (1968)

NO DATA Survey, click here to open new window

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Welcome to Canada:

Fishing industry woes = East Coast
Separation Anxiety = Quebec
SARS, West Nile = Ontario
Mad Cow = Alberta
Softwood Forest Fires = BC

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Here is some more garbage I wrote once upon a time:

Anniversary (aka Dormie 9):

I was fairly simple and straightforward until I met her. She enriched my life for the better and soon enough a year had passed. She had brought out confidence in me. She had taught me how to cook. She had taught me how to dress better. She had certainly helped out my sense of humour. All of this of course made me more desirable to other women. She didn't teach me how to deal with temptation.

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Waking Up On A Couch (Coffin) In A Basement Apartment:

It gets frustrating seeing the people around you being on the junk. Letting the junk take control of their lives slowly but surely. Junk in this case is not necessarily the obvious. The junk can be many things to many different people.

Too much of it can make you paranoid - although it's supposed to make us more receptive. It's supposed to make us more open-minded, but we unfortunately become more close-minded. If people spent enough time with their own lives and issues as they did with justifying their use of the junk, they'd be much better people. They don't realize that it carries over into other aspects of their lives. They do not see things coming like they used to. We are not nearly as sharp as they think we are. We even begin to lose confidence in ourselves. They get angry at the people around them who actually care for them. They tend to think everyone is their enemy and out to get them. Absolutely ridiculous. This however will eventually cause us to break if it doesn't stop. The junk can be contagious.

Someone once told me that people who go on trips across the world see it as an excuse for running away from their problems. The same can be said for people who rely on the junk. Our trips are much different though.

It's depressing to see how many people are depressed out there. It's even more depressing to see people who were once so full of energy and passion end up losing it all. I've seen it happen too many times already.

Stay off the junk. If these people looked at themselves from the outside in, I'm sure they'd give themselves the same advice. It's too bad that we don't take our own advice sometimes.

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Second place is the first loser.
Second fiddle.
Minutes then seconds.
Lost the wallet, it was found, money was gone.
Pepper sprayed the attacker, but the wind blew it back in my face.
Disconnected the phone, but it wasn’t supposed to be my line.
Stepped over the line after bowling a strike.
Had the winning lottery numbers but forgot to play.
In a pack of three cars speeding, but was the only one pulled over.
Odd one out on the playground for the basketball game.
Everyone else is ok and not hurt because of the bulletproof vests, but they shot me in the neck.
Take one or many for the team.
Sent the message, but it was never received.
I’ll second that.
Wait a second.

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