As we get older, we tend to forget a lot of things. How to build the perfect pillow fort, say, or how much fun it can be to climb a tree. Or just how much getting punched can hurt See, for most of us, as we get older, we start to concentrate more on finding a job, making some money, keeping a job, buying some nice things, taking a break from the job, going on a little vacation. The older and more job-centric we get, the l...

It’s called Puppy Park for a reason. And today, that reason is obvious.There are canines of all kinds roaming around. English bulldogs and French bulldogs loping around lazily. A Jack Russell terrier is running around at a furious pace, a tiny brown-and-white blur nudging a kiddie soccer ball, growling at other dogs who want to join the fun. A gigantic golden retriever fighting to hold onto a huge plank while his little b...

todaylikeevery other day i failedi stumbledi faltered you seefor most of the dayI kept my mind busydodging from task to taskbusy little worker beedoing those thingsthat so often keep me fromfully dreaming of you but thenI remembered somethingmissinggave my mind a chanceto rest long enoughto happen upon traces of youdrifting through my mindalways wisps of youlingering like mistover my heartand there’s an achingand a longin...

So here's the deal: you probably think of 15 February as just That Day After Valentines Day, right? Well, yeah, it is that...but it's also so much more, a fun day in its own right, celebrated by hundreds and snickered at by thousands. It's John Frum Day!  John Who Day?So today we commemorate the occasion, many years ago, when beings from another realm visited the tiny island of Vanuatu in the South Pacific, bringing with...

Don’t talk to me about love. I wrote the book on it. Literally.And for that sin, I alone am escaped to tell you the tale of the Battle of the Sexes and the End of Man.Okay, that’s not quite accurate. The book wasn’t really about love. But it was about dating, and lust, and sex, and how to facilitate all of that. And there was enough sin to go around - if that girl hadn’t broke my heart, I’d never have written it.See, the...

Happiness is horizontalJust lying hereWith her I hold her in my armsShe's warmInvitingBeautiful (of course) She breathesInOutInShiversI hold her closerKiss her cheekHer hair smells of springOf sunny daysBlue skies Bliss I close my eyesAnd I'mGone   

He didn’t know how he’d found his way to this part of town. In fact, he didn’t even know where this part of town was. All he knew was that the streets were suddenly empty, and the mist was heavy, and nothing looked familiar, and that made him uneasy. He walked faster, whistling as he went – a hauntingly beautiful tune never heard before in this world … and barely heard even now. He heard better here than he’d heard in a l...

Every day, he got into his car and drove.Every day, he was free. He could just keep going. Drive to the mountains, or the lake, or the forest, or a city far away. He could go on wild adventures, travel to exotic places, see how folks lived over there. Ride elephants, jump out of planes, dance with a stranger, read a book in the park. He could see the sun set over the ocean a thousand miles away. Instead, he went to work....

Once upon a time, there lived a boy who loved only books.Comic books, textbooks, crime noir, Westerns, romance, classics, pop-science, esoterica, ancient philosophy and mythology. Trilogies, prequels, sequels, reboots, stand-alone, shared worlds. If it had ink and paper, he'd read it. And he had his favourites, oh yes – but Bookboy knew better than to judge a book by its cover. So he gave every book a chance, and he read...

You’re reading magazines wrong. See, if you’re anything like me, you treat these magazine things* as highly disposable sources of information. You buy them (or steal them, I guess, and shame on you), read them once (if that) and then never touch them again. You get that sweet, sweet content fix you were looking for. Then it’s over. Maybe you throw the mags away. Maybe you store them in huge piles that threaten to tip over...

Ah, there you are. Please do come in. Make yourself comfortable.Who are we? Well, we’re what you might call Senior Management – but never mind about that now. It’s not important, and all will be made clear in just a little while.See, you’ve been a real asset to The Company over the last few years, and we want to give you a reward – a reward beyond anything you could ever have expected. And yes, that requires that you be s...

Ahem.Okay, throat cleared. Awed silence acknowledged.Let's go.The road to hell Is paved with good intentionsAnd I have seen Too many things to mention.Live hard, think smart, Gain comprehension:Everyone's the same, Made of egoAnd attention.So umJustLike Like my selfieOkay?Pretty please?

For most of recorded history, Earth has looked like a nice, comfy place to raise a human race. Not too cold (mostly), not too hot (mostly), it was just what Goldilocks ordered. And barring the wrath of angry gods*, it didn’t look like anything could ever destroy this big blue marble – or, more importantly, us.We know better now. The Universe is a pretty scary place, and our tiny mudball of a planet is constantly on the ve...

The plan was perfect.The trap was set. A beautiful mountain hike. A picnic by a shallow cliff over the ocean, where they’d shared their first kiss. A bottle of his favourite wine. The ring.And it was a Leap Year: lady’s choice. She could propose and he’d have to say yes, because they truly loved each other.They stood by the cliff edge. She got down on one knee.It was a Leap Year.So he leapt.She walked down and caught him...

Being a henchman (or henchwench, naturally) is not an easy calling. You’re the first line of defense (and offense, for that matter) for a supervillain (or alien intelligence, eldritch entity, force of nature, etc.) with big plans - the one who has to throw the switch on the Doomsday Machine, who has to take care of the clone vat, who has to make sure all the riddles make sense and the deathtraps have been placed just righ...