A stitch in time saves nine or maybe more

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...

Make reading more fun

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,...

The magic of Mitt

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...

Tactless Tom: An MA student for the ages

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...