by Nicholas Burton-Vulovic | Nov 22, 2012 | Humour
It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of exercise. The mayor regularly consults me on ways to prevent wayward youths from getting into sports, and the National Association for the Advancement of Obesity has awarded me their largest merit badge three years running. But, I...
by Nicholas Burton-Vulovic | Nov 8, 2012 | Culture
Like a lot of you out there, I really hate reading. I didn’t start until later in life; my parents were afraid I might accidentally wander into licentious territory if left to explore the literary world on my own. Of course, their fear was unfounded — back in my day,...
by Nicholas Burton-Vulovic | Nov 1, 2012 | Humour
I enjoy Barack Obama as much as the next Canadian. I might even say I enjoy him as much as is legally possible without being allowed to vote for him. I’m not by any means immune to his charms, or the way his ears set off that decisive, masculine jaw. It was a happy...
by Nicholas Burton-Vulovic | Oct 25, 2012 | Humour
Deep in the bowels of the Clearihue Building, there exists a man of legend and myth. A man who floats in the clouds and hides in the shadows and spits hatred at the sun. He runs after cars and arm-wrestles dogs and lives for the very danger we all seek to avoid. He is...
by Nicholas Burton-Vulovic | Oct 18, 2012 | Humour, Stories | Satire
There’s a lot of science out there in the world. I try to ignore most of it, of course, because it gets in the way of my gut feelings. But sometimes I still get irritated by the maliciousness of the “facts” science insists on spreading. Children are so impressionable...