I think we can agree, by and large, that the Internet is a pretty awesome thing. It lets us communicate in ways previously unimaginable, and it has changed the world more in two decades than most inventions have in a century. There was a time where, if you didn’t know something, you had to call a friend or go to the library. Now we google it and get an answer in five seconds. That’s a massive change.
And images! Can you imagine living in a world before lolcat?
Of course, some of these changes are for the worse. The Internet has likely made us lazier, both physically and mentally. We are less likely to memorize information when a quick search finds anything we need. We are more likely to trust dubious authority, and a whole generation of people are currently growing up in a world where ‘trolling’ is seen as normal, even common behaviour. Strange.
Today, I don’t care about any of that. I want to condemn the Internet for one stupid thing, autoplay videos. Also known as the devil. Continue reading →
That said, having a powerful imagination can also be a bad thing. As always, moderation is the key to all things. Having no imagination is terrible; having 100% imagination at all times every day is also terrible, just for different reasons. You need to find the happy medium. I realized this last night, more or less, as I struggled to fall asleep for the six-thousandth time in my life. Continue reading →
Young children are amazing. They possess unrivalled creativity. They can create ideas, games and scenarios out of thin air, instantly, with no effort. No adult virtuoso or genius can match the creative output of any average six-year-old.
More creativity here than in my entire blog.
I work with children, and I love talking with them. Today I had an unbelievable conversation by any standards, one that deserves to be immortalized in writing. This may or may not turn into a regular future, but here we go. Child’s play, part one: puppies, kitties and cheetahs. Continue reading →
I still remember that night vividly. I had just returned home from university, and I mean home home. I had finished all of my exams and returned North to my hometown. I would work here all summer to pay for my tuition the following year. That night was a Friday, my first Friday since coming back, and I spent it going through boxes and barrels of various packed items.
I normally hate packing and unpacking, as these are easily the worst part about moving. This was different. I needed to go through our storage room and decide what was worth keeping and what we could sell or throw away. This included three large barrels absolutely filled with my childhood toys. Basically, if I had played with something as a kid, it was in one of those barrels. I spent that night sorting through this and reliving my childhood. Continue reading →
My cat, like all cats I imagine, had two very different sides. On the one paw, Smithy was sweet and lovely and liked to be pet and would sleep in your arms for hours. On the other paw, he was a merciless killing machine.
OH GOD IT’S TRYING TO EAT ME!
I don’t mean mice, either. Smithy wasn’t very good at catching mice. His mother, Bani, excelled at hunting. I think she preferred mice and rodents to cat food. Just about every day we found remnants of mice or birds in our backyard, and a very satisfied Bani not far away. By contrast, Smithy did not seem to have the agility to catch the little rodents. Sure, he did so on occasion, but that wasn’t his main goal. Smithy was after big game. Continue reading →
I have a friend who is fundraising money for his cat’s surgery.
This would be said cat.
Long story short, he needs a lot of money in a short period of time to keep his furry friend. He wrote a piece on GoFundMe. Read it, it has some good information and wonderful photos. If you can donate, awesome. If not, that’s fine. Share the link, spread the word. Every little bit will help.
Confession alert: I have an extremely expensive computer keyboard. This is the Logitech G910 mechanical gaming keyboard, and it retails for roughly $200. Right away, you’re probably wondering why anyone would pay that much money for a keyboard. Good question. This one has an easy answer: I had extra money to blow and I was curious. So I bought it. I never said it was a good answer.
It looks like half keyboard, half Terminator.
You see, last November I custom-built my own PC. I had never done this before, and the whole process was quite exhilarating. My old computer, and Asus laptop, had lasted me throughout university, but after nearly 7 years it was on its last legs. I needed an upgrade, and with Dragon Age: Inquisition about to be released, I figured it was as good at time as any to get a quality gaming PC. So I built it. Continue reading →
I went to school for philosophy. For those that don’t know, that basically means I learned how to argue. Studying philosophy entails studying all the most basic and most important questions humanity has ever posed: does God exist? What is the meaning of life? Does matter exist or is it all an illusion? Is it ethical to kill a murderer? All of these are big, tough questions, and simply investigating them opens up your mind to greater understanding, even if you never reach a final conclusion.
All my training has prepared me for this moment, where I answer the ultimate question: which is better, cats or dogs?
The catdog would likely be Hegel’s answer to this question.
When do you fall in love? Is it instant, love at first sight? Or is it a more gradual process, a series of small steps that eventually lead to something great? I don’t know, but I’m leaning towards the latter. I can’t recall, in any of my relationships, a moment where I said, okay, it’s now official, this enters love territory. But I can recall sudden paradigm shifts, where I instantly realize that I’m doing something right now because I love the other person, and hopefully that’s reciprocated.
Today, I share the process and the exact moment I realized I loved, really loved, my little Smithy kitty.
Sunday night, as we finished cleaning up our living room, the cats came back. Two mostly white cats, a mother and her son, stood on our deck. They looked too adorable to ignore, so I went outside and pet them for a bit. They liked this. I gave them some food. They really liked this. The little kitten seemed less spooked by my presence than two days ago.
In my head, I ran through a fantasy timeline. The mother likely visited every nearby house, searching for food and shelter, but returned to us because we were the best. Awww. We had to keep them! My mom, who pretends to hate cats but secretly loves them, said we could invite the mother in. As for the kitten? “We’ll see.”