Those days. Sigh. Happy weekend, and, as always, paddle your own canoe. Trevor
Sartorially Uncooperative
Those days. Sigh. Happy weekend, and, as always, paddle your own canoe. Trevor
Author: trevor
Why I Loved That Dog
I miss that dog. But, know what? I love the new family dog. He’s my buddy. And Natalie Joy and I have a new friend to look forward to in March, as we’re looking to adopt a puppy. Quite the step. When the family dog stops being the parents’ dog and starts being yours, that’s a powerful indicator of growing up. And yet I feel younger than I have in years. Paddle your own canoe, folks. Trevor
Re: Talent is Cheaper than Table Salt
Okay, I’ll admit it. I’ve been skeptical for a while about Kristin Lamb. I haven’t read her book, We Are Not Alone – The Writer’s Guide to Social Media. The growing obsession with social media “experts” turns my stomach, even when I recognize I could probably use some more of that expertise around the spillway. The #MyWANA community on Twitter, a sort of group-therapy session and navel-gazing exercise for writers, has both drawn me in and turned me off more than once with its promise of positive, passionate interactions and…
I Love Subways
I am so excited that Ottawa is finally getting a light rail system. Part of that is I live here now and part of it is that I just love trains in a totally child-like way. It also doesn’t hurt that the station designs are all beautiful. Paddle your own canoe, folks. Trevor
Sunday Reading 06/01/2013
Sunday Reading is a weekly collection of awesome stuff from all over the internet that showcases utterly enthusiastic people being utterly enthusiastic about the things they love. The Montreal Expo Canadian Flag: Zaricour Flag Collection I’m sure most people are passingly familiar with the flag popularized during Canada’s centennial celebrations, but this is not only a great little showcase but also provides some background on the design. It’s an indespensible piece of our history. Read More Company of Fools’ Twelfth Night Celebration: The Visitorium As much as I want to get…
Science
Know what, folks? I love Natalie Joy. She’s pretty rad. Paddle your own canoe, folks. – Trevor Find more One-sheets in the category archive.
Wrong Question
I imagine a number of savvy Ottawa-based party animals will quickly identify the party. It was an awesome party. I just didn’t get it that day. How things change. So very different from the early days of Bent, when Kev and Sandy and I were rocking out every couple of nights. But, you know what? I’m happier and healthier than I was then. Plus ça change. Paddle your own canoe, folks. – Trevor One-sheets are Trevor’s frequent series of illustrated prose-y poems. You can find plenty more in the category…
Batman
And that’s about the size of it. Paddle your own canoe, folks. -Trevor
#saturdayofficedoodles: crossover
Time to share today’s #saturdayofficedoodles! Via @Peady, on Twitter, who requested “something happy:” And for Alex, on Facebook, who wanted to see Spock and Obi-Wan meeting: That Vulcan Science Directorate spoils everyone’s parade. Paddle your own canoe, folks. Trevor #saturdayofficedoodles is Trevor’s crowd-sourced way to pass some time during a slow Saturday at work. Tweet him @trevor_ccw.
This Guy
Something to consider. I’ll make you chuckle again on Monday– promise! Paddle your own canoe, folks. But don’t deny those you love the opportunity to help steer. – Trevor One-sheets are Trevor’s frequent series of prose-y illustrated poems. You can find many more by perusing the category archive.
On Vanity
Which reminds me–I should probably do a workout today. Paddle your own canoe, folks. – Trevor One-sheets are Trevor’s frequent series of illustrated prose-y poems. Find plenty more in the category archive.
The Tiny Enterprise Project
It all started for me when I was just a tiny person. Games in the sandbox, snowbank, or hedges with Star Trek: The Next Generation action figures. There was no limit to what games I could play, because the rules of Star Trek were such that I could do anything I imagined. Add I get more involved in the lives of Natalie Joy‘s girls, I find myself reflecting on a lot of the play I did as a kid. And for the first time in my life I’m getting pretty…