This morning my alarm woke me up.  That never happens.  My good 'ol stereo is set to play 102.1 at 7:14 every morning, but I always wake up at 7:13 and turn off the alarm.  Every night before bed I set it and every morning at 7:

This is the coolest safari video since that buffalo brawl with the lions.  These giraffes go at it hard, but nothing beats that damn buffalo survivor.

Remember when I wrote that entry about Crocs?  Slate.com linked to it and credited me with coining the term "Croc Conundrum".  Soon thereafter, I was getting calls from CBC Radio and was gaining recognition as a Crocs expert.  That's still the case. A journalism student at The University of

I rarely weigh myself, but lately my pants have felt looser so I decided to check in to see the effect of six months of running three times a week.  I was shocked to see I was down to 152 lbs. This concerned Taryn.  Usually when I'm at my heaviest

I've been so busy lately I've fallen behind in my blogging.  I wanted to write about Kariya Park, a nice little zen garden I discovered when walking along Burhamthorpe near Square One in Mississauga.  I was strolling along, enjoying the sunshine, when I stumbled upon a little oasis tucked away

Although I almost never write about it, every Thursday night through each of the last several summers I've played in a recreational slo-pitch league I refer to as "The Beer League".  Remember that scene from The Simpsons when Chief Wiggums is being told when to take a drink during the

It's 9/11.  Forever this date will be known at 9/11.  When I learnt our playoff series would take place on September 11, my first thought was "that's 9/11". Six years after that horrific day, I don't have a great deal more to say about it all.  Over

Someone posted an entry on the Canadian Writer's Collective blog entitled Monsieur Mugs, the Drama and the Enduring Fame.  It's  about Mr. Mugs, the sheep dog who taught me to read.  Well, the dog didn't teach me to read, but his series of books sure helped. Anne Chudobiak has similar

While I'm doing the video thing I thought I'd share this cute and funny clip of a father scaring his daughter.  It only takes a minute - this is worth the time investment.

This is a nice little recap of the internet thus far.  These are the people we met on the information superhighway. High Speed Internet by Distributel

I just received this message via my contact form.  I've read it three times and for the life of me I can't figure it out. Does anyone want to take a crack at deciphering this cryptic message?  I changed the rogers.com email addy to protect the guilty. i have

I had to read the email twice.  I received it yesterday afternoon and it both confused and amused me.  I was being asked to speak at U of T for the Varsity Christian Fellowship. I immediately forwarded the email to my mom and brothers for shits and giggles and then

My monthly Google Friends Newsletter tells me I can now embed Google Maps on my website or blog. There's a new feature on Google Maps that enables you to easily embed an interactive map on your website or blog just by copying and pasting a snippet of HTML (much in

flickrSLiDR allows you to easily embed the classic flickr slideshows on your website or blog. I thought I'd give it a whirl, just to see how she looks and behaves. This is just some stuff I've collected over the years.

I just read that Toronto's Boonaa Mohammed finished third at the 5th Annual Toronto International Poetry Slam (TIPS).  I took note because the cats name is Boonaa, which sounds a lot like Booner, my long-time nickname.  His debut album is even called Boonaafied. Here's a taste of what Boonaa is

Where did the last twelve hours go? Oh yeah, I had my 10k running clinic at 9:15 and we ran 8k along the lake shore.  On a clear sunny day like today, you can't imagine how awesome that was. Then I raced over to a friends house to help

The other day I shared video of Miss South Carolina Teen USA Lauren Caitlin Upton answering A.C. Slater's tough question.  The Tube Map of her answer, displayed below, was taken from here.  I found it quite helpful. Some think the fun we're having at Lauren Caitin Upton's expense is

I haven't attended school full time since early 1998.  I'm almost a decade removed from school yet I still get that "back to school" feeling at this time of year. I don't know if it's the cooler nights or the end the CNE or my awareness Labour Day is right

It may seem  too good to be true, but it really did happen.  This young lady is from South Carolina and she got asked a pretty tricky question by A. C. Slater.  Her answer is one for the ages. Her name is Lauren Caitlin Upton, she's Miss South Carolina Teen

Fellow parents of young children likely have apple juice in stock.  We buy it in bulk because milk and apple juice are the two beverages of choice in my house.  There's always apple juice in the refrigerator, but I never drink the stuff.  To be precise, I usually don't drink

I found this cartoon at HumbleHoward.com.  It got a chuckle out of me, because it's pretty accurate.

Kal from Zeros 2 Heroes Media contacted me and asked me to put out a call to all Canadian novelists, playwrights, screenwriters and journalists.  I told him he could write a guest blog and I'd paste it down.  He outsourced that strenuous task to Morgan.  Here's what Morgan sent me.

Sometimes I wonder if every dude is named Mike.  I realize not every dude is actually named Mike, but sometimes it seems that way. Fact #1: In my 10k clinic there are exactly three guys.  All three of us are named "Mike". Fact #2: On Raging Storm, my slo-pitch team,

The stats tell me there are a bunch of Johnny-come-lately's checking out this space on a daily basis.  There are a few things you newbies are likely unaware of, so here's a list of things you might not know. This site has a sitemap.  From there you can see the

Four years ago today, the power went out.  I look back at that blackout and remember it as if we were powerless for days and days.  No computer, no phone, no refrigerator or stove, it was tough. As I wrote in that entry of August 15, 2003, we were only