I’m loved. Who knew? No, but seriously—I’m loved. Or at least liked. Which is a nice feeling, you know? It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be popular. No, that’s not how it goes… Well, it doesn’t … Continue reading
The next time you find yourself face-to-face in a duel against a RCMP officer (that’s Royal Canadian Mounted Police, or simply “a Mountie”), please choose carefully the weapon you wield. A handgun might be the obvious choice, but of course … Continue reading
It has been weeks since I’ve answered a reader question here at Archives of Our Lives. In fact, I’m pretty sure I skipped all of February—but in my defense, it was a short month. Anyway, there’s no time like the … Continue reading
I cringe when I hear the word “potential.” I hate it. (I don’t use “hate” very frequently.) For as long as people have been judging me, I’ve been told I have a lot of “potential.” I have the potential to … Continue reading
***Preface*** In the comment section of a recent post, a question of the integrity of my blog’s content was implied: Do I make this stuff up? It’s not the first time I’ve been asked—someone once even accused me of commenting … Continue reading
Image from here. It’s been a long time since I’ve done a question/answer post, so today I am going to remedy that oversight. If you’re new to Archives of Our Lives, first of all: WELCOME! Secondly, here’s how it goes: … Continue reading
I am on a rampage. That’s right—I’m mad. Spitting mad, if you want to know the truth [though the spitting part has more to do with the phlegm I always seem to wake up to every morning, and less to … Continue reading