A Sticky Situation

Almost 18 years ago, I awoke on the day following my wedding with a seriously sore ankle. Looking at the comments on that post nearly 2 decades later, I wish I'd taken the Navigator's advice and cut the damn thing off. And to the anonymous poster - yes, I do wear those brown orthopedic shoes. 

And I'm walking with my cane again. 

Yeah, I'm back on the stick. Rhonda and I took a lovely walk through Wascana Trails on Sunday. And by walk, I mean stumble and climb and hope we can get back up the hill. It didn't hit me then, but I certainly woke up yesterday feeling it. 

Contrary to the conclusions of my doctor at the time, the ensuing 20 years have revealed that it most certainly is gout - and probably a nice healthy dose of arthritis too. I've got medications for the gout, but I do need to be a bit more careful about going off-road with this 80-year-old body. Have I mentioned I also have glaucoma, and I take drops every day to treat that? Peachy. 

Walking with a cane isn't the classic, stylish endeavour I'd always imagined it would be. It's a lot less Victorian gentleman and more cranky, wobbly Dr. House. Sometimes I like to pretend I'm House because I feel that grumpy. But my medical diagnosis skills aren't there. I'm 3 for 68.

And it seems I use that damn thing more and more all the time. 

I recently re-read "The Hound of the Baskervilles", the Sherlock Holmes book by Arthur Conan Doyle. The book opens with Holmes and his ever-present assistant, Watson, inspecting the walking stick of one Dr. James Mortimer. They deduce that he worked at Charing Cross Hospital, had a dog and had moved his medical practice into the country.  

Sometimes I look at my own walking stick with that same eye. Like Dr. Mortimer, I have a dog who has picked up my stick a time or two. Her teeth marks are pretty evident. And it's my right foot that bothers me the most, you can tell by the way the handle and rubber tip have worn. And I imagine you could come to some conclusion about how I spend my money based on the fact that this is clearly a lower-cost handmade item and not some mass-produced aluminum and rubber deal you get at the drugstore. Although I have one of those, too. Maybe I need to get it engraved or bound with brass to give more clues about me. Or maybe I stay a bit mysterious. Or maybe I don't forget my cane at the private residence of England's greatest private detective. 

But as fun as it is to play detective and look like I took a dumdum bullet in the Boer War, being on a stick is uncomfortable, inconvenient and generally a pain in the ass. Not only is there the pain of my foot, but having to adjust to walking on a stick causes soreness all over the body after a while. You don't just lose a foot, you generally lose a hand since you're always holding the damn cane. Not to mention, every time you lean it up against something to take a pee or grab something, it inevitably falls to the ground.

But I am thankful for ramps, automatic doors and buses that can lower their decks. As much as I've always tried to avoid misusing accessibility infrastructure so that those who need it have it, I'm glad it's there now when I need it. 

And then there's the motivation-draining aspect of this whole thing. Like I don't wanna do ANYTHING right now. I could be forgiven for wanting to avoid building a barn or cleaning house, but I don't even want to sit and play video games or play guitar - like non-standing things. I just want to lie around. 

Ah well. Hopefully, it fades off by the end of the week, and I can start to feel like a normal person again soon. 

The world needs more than stories

 Back at the beginning of July, I played my first "real gig" at Moose Jaw's Sidewalk Days festival. From almost the first moment I was there, I noticed that there were a bunch of people walking around with nice big walking sticks. I mean - wooden broom handles. But walking sticks nonetheless. 

I asked around and was always given the friendly note that you could get one at the south end of Main Street. No one said how much they were or how I was to get one. 

So it was that after my performance and before I had a busking shift to start that I mosied my way down to the south end of Main Street to see if I could obtain my own walking stick. But as I approached the booth with a barrel full of broomsticks, I knew I'd been duped. This was no hippie selling recycled broom handles to gullible festival goers. No, this was an evangelical church, and they'd be happy to give you a walking stick and a string of beads. If you listen to a story. 

I established earlier this summer that I'm probably not going to be swayed to the Lord by some story, but I did kinda want a walking stick, and I do try and approach life with an open mind. Plus, I kinda wanted to hear this story if nothing else. Boy, was I in for a letdown. 

A letdown because there were no stories. Just some old white dude giving me a list of rules I needed to follow - all with "in a Christian church" appended to them. Like 10 minutes standing with this man and he couldn't tell me a single story.

What a waste. I may no longer be a Christian, but I was once, and I know that the Bible is positively PACKED with stories. And Jesus did a lot of work spreading his message using stories. Does anyone remember the good Samaritan or the prodigal son? Like stories abound. But this dude couldn't find one of them to tell me. I wanted a piece of wood, but he wanted my soul - and that's gonna cost more than $7. 

So it was that as he reached the end of his checklist of rules and pivoted to "can we pray together?" that I stopped him. I explained to him that there was no story told in the last five minutes. I explained that I had been raised in a Christian church, and the things I had seen had been what drove me away from faith. And that couldn't be bought back with a broomstick and some dollar store beads. 

Fast forward to this Saturday afternoon, as I was walking the dogs and thinking about this interaction again. I don't know if I saw a broomstick or a flyer for a local church, or what had me thinking about that. And I was thinking about how badly churches are failing themselves and humanity these days. How these institutions that are supposed to be built on a foundation of charity and love are spending more time trying to control and manipulate. 

And in that moment, I stumbled across a man lying on the ground next to the old abandoned church near my house, unresponsive. 

I did what the churches aren't doing. I stopped and offered aid. 

It's a bit more convoluted than that, to be sure. I tried to rouse him and couldn't. I had to run my giant Newfie home because she was very concerned with this person and was getting loud and belligerent. I didn't have a phone to call 911. I was not in a position to offer easy help. So I ran home, dropped off the dog, grabbed my phone and ran back. 

I was able to get the man up, but he was in terrible shape, and I called an ambulance to come offer assistance. The story doesn't have much from there. I kept him safe and gave him instructions, monitored him until the paramedics arrived, then I was left on my own to ponder what had just happened. 

And that pondering led me to the place of - could this man have been helped to a healthier place if that church had spent less time trying to con people into faith and more time trying to help the poor? Could the money spent on wooden dowels have been spent on food, education or drug treatment? 

I've been thinking a lot about this over the weekend. Whenever I am tempted to volunteer to help others, it's never through a religious organization. And after nearly 2 decades in "the hood" I've never even seen a Christian church lending help. I do see the Sikhs feeding people every weekend. So if I were going to consider a faith, it's more likely to be Sikh or Buddhist. Because those are the people I see actually helping. Faith for the sake of faith isn't enough. 

And so ends another tirade about religion. But at least in my anti-religion tirade, I told a story. Actually, I told two. 

Checkmate. 

The myth of myths

"Better start writing about Ozzy ☹️"

It wasn't the first I'd heard, but it was how The Navigator chose to tell me that The Price of Darkness had left the mortal coil last Tuesday. 

But I wasn't quite ready to share my thoughts then. I'm not really sure I am now. 

I don't know that I remember "discovering" Ozzy Osbourne, or for that matter, Black Sabbath. They've always just been there. I'm not sure I ever adored Ozzy as a singer, but more as an icon or as a character. He never made me cry like Gord Downey or brought me euphoria like Maynard James Keenan, but he was always there. 

Ozzy's celebrity was unavoidable in the 1990s, but at the same time, something was missing. You never heard Sabbath songs on the oldies station - only on the rock stations. My parents listened to 1970s music, but they never had Sabbath records. I never saw Sabbath or Ozzy records when I bought old records at garage sales. 

All that to say, I certainly knew Ozzy, many of my favourite bands are disciples of Sabbath, but I wasn't exactly a nut about him. 

So why have I felt so weird about Ozzy's death? 

I saw a video the other day talking about how music just isn't special anymore. It's perfect and overproduced. Some of that makes sense, I suppose, but it doesn't quite hit the mark. I think it's more about how everything around music has changed. 

How we get the music has changed. Outside of an algorithm or a YouTube video, what was the last thing you discovered that really grabbed you? We never get our music from our friends, from the music shop or from someone on the street anymore. 

And with that, we've lost the myths of our music. I mentioned it in my comment on The Navigator's post from last Friday, but there are no real legends anymore. Like, we don't pass these stories down orally anymore. No one whispers stories about Lemmy bedding 100 women or Alice Cooper dining on bats. There's always a website with fact-checking backing up everything being said. 

In a "post-truth" world, I suppose looking for the facts is a good thing. But the only way a singer becomes a legend or a myth is if legendary stories or mythical events surround them. Not to mention, sharing what they're up to is how bands (or anyone in media) promote themselves these days. There's a statement I hear repeated often when I'm looking for how to promote my music project: "Document the process." So everything is videotaped. 

There are no more myths. Only evidence. 

Maybe that's the way it needs to be. But it sure takes the fun out of rock n' roll.

Rest easy Oz. I hope you're having a blast with Randy and Lemmy and all the rest of your rock n' roll buddies who left us with the last true myths humanity may ever know. 

I turned 44

 I know, it feels like I already tackled this subject. But this is more about my impressions and behaviour in the week since my birthday. 

I noticed the shift not long after last week's post. Because of the rain we'd had the week before, our firewood and tinder were damp, and I was struggling to start the fire. Normally, I'd just persist until I had fire but - I was 44. I didn't want to persist. I just wanted fire. So I grabbed a firestarter cube from my pizza oven kit and got the fire started in no time. 

I'm not sure why I'm like this, but given the option between the easy way to do something or the hard way, I am inclined to select the hard way. Especially if I have time and resources to do it. Maybe it's being culturally Catholic. Maybe it's just a belief that becoming fully dependent on tech and shortcuts will erode my ability to do stuff. 

But I really am in my midlife now, and it's really become apparent over the last couple of years that I'm not going to live forever. Today we learned that the Prince of Darkness himself, Ozzy Osbourne, died. I mean, if Ozzy can die, I sure can too. Even if he's got 30 years on me. (Side note: I'm sad about Ozzy dying. We all knew it was coming sooner than later, but it's tragic to see the end of the beginning for so many of us of a heavy-music persuasion. I'm so glad he got to do one last show with Sabbath. I had hoped he would end it all by having a bat bite off his head as the finale of the show. No luck. RIP Ozzy.)

And this willingness to take help has continued. This weekend, after a decade of harassment, I finally bought a licence for Reaper to help me record an EP. I could do it with Audacity. But it's so much easier with Reaper. 

It's a debate I've always had with myself. What is the balance between building skills and knowledge through hard work and practice, or making life manageable through the conveniences of the modern world? I think that the Amish have perhaps gone too far in the wrong direction, but at the same time, I'm glad I held off on TikTok to wait and see what happens. I'm grateful to have a car to drive to get groceries, but at the same time, I'd love to eat at a restaurant or bar without 100 screens in my face. 

But now, I'm 44. So that's going to help my decisions for the next bit. Maybe the easy way is the way. And if I'm wrong, I've made it this far without knowing how to tie a proper Clove Hitch. Probably I can make it another 44 years without that knowledge. 

Happy Birthday - to me?

I'm damp, slightly cold and my kidneys hurt. That's right, it's my 44th birthday!

As is typical, we are spending the week camping. We got the same site we booked last year at Buffalo Pound. 

The camper was out of commission all last summer but, with great effort, I got it back up working this year. The cable that is used to lift it was broken and there was no grease in half of the camper. So I spent the last 3 weeks greasy and angry but repairing the camper. It now lifts quickly and perfectly silently and I couldn't be happier. 

It rained pretty hard all day yesterday so everything is just a little bit wet and I think we're all just a little bit sore and frustrated from it. But today looks like it's going to be gorgeous and we can get things dried out and back to enjoying camping. 

Jonas brought a bunch of his friends out camping this year so there's less entertaining, the kids for us at least. And Kayah is working all week. So we only get to see her a couple times. 

I made pizzas in the rain last night which was kind of funny. We have an awning so I was able to stay dry and the pizza oven was so hot that it was actually kind of warm. 

Really the worst part was for the boys because we forgot to bring a ground sheet for the tent. I think they were a little moist in there but I think they're going to be just fine once we get them dried out. 

I don't have any huge plans for the day or even for the week. I might try and write a few songs and I do want to practice a bit because next week. I'm heading into the studio to record a few of my songs. The music thing is finally starting to take off a little bit. I've got a few gigs ahead and a few projects that I want to do. 

But really my needs are simple. Today I need a shower.

Well looky here.

The Search

 Last week's post was openly lazy, but there was a reason I had become so lethargic by the time I sat down to write (dictate) the post. 

You see, Rhonda and I had spent most of the afternoon on a crusade to find a most unusual thing - Co-Op Gold Ginger Ale. 

Ginger Ale? I know. I thought much the same at first. 

It started when we stopped at the Co-Op to fill the car with gas. Rhonda commented that she'd had a Co-Op ginger ale on her trip home from Winnipeg the week before, and we should grab some. Alas, the cooler had none left. 

After the gas station, we needed to stop for some groceries (namely the hamburgers I needed to grill up in last week's post). But again, the coolers were empty and the shelves had been wiped clean. Well, that was a bit unusual. 

We had some time before we needed to pick up Jonas from a friend's house, so we decided - what the heck, let's see if we can find some at the Co-op grocery near his friend's house. Again, no ale in sight. So we tried the gas station next door. Empty. 

Things were starting to get weird. 

The next day, I was in the south end and needed a Slurpee, so I stopped by the South Albert Co-op. No ginger ale. 

At this point, it turned from fun curiosity into an obsession. I don't even care to drink the beverage. I just need to know it exists. It has become my holy grail. 

On Friday, I dragged Jonas all the way to North Winnipeg Ave. Co-op only to leave empty-handed again. 

And so this story continues to progress without a resolution. As recently as last night, Rhonda stopped at the Co-op grocery store and left with another ale fail. I have some holidays next week, and while we'd planned to go to Buffalo Pound for some camping, I'm prepared to cancel and spend the week scouring Western Canada for this soda. 

I've made a police-artist sketch of the soda, if you see some, please let me know. Take pictures because it might be gone once "they" figure out we're on to them. 

After all of this - it better not taste like shit. 

Lazy Deck Day

As I sit here on my deck on a beautiful Canada Day and consider that "fuck I have to blog." But the good news is it's 2025 and not 2005 anymore so I don't even need to type. I can dictate this. So I am. 

I mean really I could just make AI write this blog post and just smoke another bowl and enjoy Canada Day like I should. But I'm not. I'll just voice to text it. 

The Pilot that wrote this blog back in the early 2000s probably would have been pretty amazed by this. I do remember trying to blog using my cell phone and t9 typing and that just took a lot of work. 

So what do I have to say on this gorgeous Canada Day in 2025? Not a lot. Like every Canada Day I think a lot about my place as a Canadian and what the history of my people means to the people who lived here before me. But I also feel under threat from the people south of us who really could give two shits about the people that came before them or the people that come after cuz all they can think of is now.

I'm also enjoying Canada today in the other way I usually do: by listening to Canadian music. And not the cliche stuff. This isn't April Wine and Bachman-Turner Overdrive. No, I'm listening to some newer stuff. Some Burning Hell. Maybe a little July Talk. Who knows what could be next. Maybe even Beaches. Canada has some great music.

Wait.  July Talk? April Wine? There's a theme idea for The Cockpit! Canadian month bands. Like Leonard "June" Cohen.

I'm playing my first paid gig in over a decade in Thursday in Moose Jaw. I'm pretty stoked. I've been going out busking at the Farmer's Market to practice up so I suppose those are my first paid gigs. In any case. 

Slow week,.I suppose not much to say. And those burgers aren't about to grill themselves. Lazy hamburgers. 

Why you do me so dirty Strombo?

I recently watched a video essay by one of my generation’s spokespersons, George Stroumboulopoulos. It’s an essay about aging, about our moments as a generation, and he focuses on the legendary soundtrack for the movie “Singles”.

Now, I admit, this wasn’t a soundtrack I was actually that into at the time. I had plenty of others. The soundtrack to Cable Guy, Godzilla, Empire Records – even my first CD: the Wayne’s World soundtrack. But the songs on this soundtrack are the bands that defined my younger years and are the foundation of what we were into during that 1990-1996 era.

He talks about the legendary years of 1965-1969, and I realize that not only did we have a similar movement of music and culture, but a lot of what happened in the late 60s helped define the early 90s. Jimi Hendrix and The Beatles were as essential listening as Nirvana or Soundgarden. And it makes me feel very old to realize that there is more time between Nirvana and now than there was between Hendrix and Nirvana.

Sigh.

Maybe the essay shouldn’t have made me feel sad, but it did. It’s as though the cycle didn’t come around again. That time of youth coalescing to create something new and expose the excess and abuse of the music industry. Or maybe I just don’t see it because it’s not rock and roll. Because the cycle didn't come back around and pick me up. It was for someone else.

And then again, maybe it’ll come in the next couple of years. The world really is in a bad way, and people are standing up around the world. Something I’ve learned in developing Jeremy and his Kazoo is that the kazoo is an instrument of protest. Maybe I’m the one on the cusp of the next cultural movement. Not that I have the energy or, frankly, the knees for it.

I mentioned to The Navigator when he was over a couple of weeks ago that I’d been watching a lot of JHS Pedals content on YouTube. One of the most fascinating things I’ve learned through that was how the intersection of rock music and technology created so much of that late 60s sound. Jimi Hendrix with the wah and fuzz. Clapton with overdrive. The Beatles and flanger.

All this to say, these changes come with the innovations of the time. And I think our time is defined by the innovations of social media and the internet. Hank Green talks a lot about this and how similar uprisings happened after the printing press. Maybe the movement happening now will be easier to see in a decade or two.

So what of it all? Nothing really. Just an old man bellyaching about how good we had it while I sit here and listen to the Singles soundtrack streaming on Spotify.

But George also talks about all of the people on that soundtrack who died too young. And about one who they wanted on the soundtrack that also didn’t make it to 30. And that just doubles down on the feeling of being old, of being fragile and finite.

And it makes me want to make music. To connect. To make a zine, copy a tape, hang posters and just do all of those things that social media has taken. To be human and connected in person again. 

Time to get moving along

 I've mentioned my frustration with work and life a couple of times over the last year. It's such a weird position to be in because in the same breath that I'm fed up with my place in life, it's a nice enough rut that it's hard to get out of. I don't feel particularly motivated to apply on jobs or run off to the woods. 

Yet another modern Catch-22 of my own making. 

The Navigator visited this weekend, and we had a chance to talk about work. We talked about his recent job move and what he's doing to find himself in the right position. It was inspiring to me. Being at the same company for 18 years makes switching jobs an anxiety-filled proposition. But here he is, looking at his options mere weeks after starting a new job. Far out. 

Photo of me with handsome nephew Capone for context. 

Coming into work yesterday, I felt stuck between a rock and a hard place and frankly lacking the motivation to find my way out. Granted, trying to launch a music project is part of that. As is raising a family and trying to keep up with the Joneses. 

So I decided to leave it for this week. Just relax. I start a long stretch of holidays on the 24th, and I'll focus more on job applications and work stuff at that time. 

I'm considering using the career counselling services I can get through my work employee assistance program as well. It's not just wanting to change companies or managers - I think it's time I looked at a new path or challenge. If I knew I stood a chance in hell, I'd just dump every ounce of energy into music. But there doesn't seem to be much of a future there. It's gonna be more of a part-time gig. 

And maybe I should just forgive myself for being burnt out on life. 

Who knows. 

No, for real...

 ...this is probably not a world we should be bringing children into. 

I've always had this lingering memory from a movie or TV show I watched when I was a kid. It depicted a future world of pollution and filth. The sky was orange, there was smoke everywhere, and everyone was wearing a mask. I'm not totally sure what the movie is; it could be the 1981 film Heavy Metal, but I wasn't able to find the imagery in my mind during a cursory search online. 

In any case, the world depicted in this poorly remembered media has become the world I see outside lately. We've all been wearing masks on and off for the past half decade (oh did I mention that there was a goddamn PANDEMIC during the quiet time on this blog?). The past three or four summers have seen the skies get very orange due to wildfires all over the place. Just last week, La Ronge, the birthplace of this blog, was badly damaged due to wildfire. A lot of history was lost when the former Robertson's trading post burned to the ground. 

And beyond the environmental and the epidemiologic, there is also a fentanyl and meth epidemic going on that seems to be touching everyone lately. A co-worker had to give someone in distress Narcan a couple of weeks ago, and this Sunday, Rhonda and I took our turn. While walking the dogs on Sunday afternoon, we came upon someone giving a woman chest compressions in the alley. We stopped and lent aid until emergency services showed up. At which point, she jumped up and ran away! 

And then there is what's happening south of the border. I would say all of us have seen this coming, and for the first time, I'm hearing the whispers that the second American Civil War is starting to develop. I don't know what a modern civil war will look like, but I can't see this ending without the need to make some new maps. As if Las Angeles hasn't been through enough this year. 

Things are ugly, and they only look like they're going to get uglier. 

And it's hard to know what to do as an individual. I've been recycling my pop bottles and walking to work, but that hasn't done anything for the pollution. I voted, but authoritarianism is in full swing. I've engaged in Truth and Reconciliation, but indigenous people are still being ravaged by drugs and poverty. 

So maybe that's the whole thing. Maybe all I can do is encourage everyone to stop having kids and just relax. After all the musicians played while the Titanic sank because there was nothing else to be done. Guess I'll go strum my guitar and wait for the air to become unbreathable. 

Faith and Begorrah

A few weeks ago I stumbled on an episode of the “WithinReason” podcast hosted by Alex O’Connor where he spoke to Good Mythical Morning host Rhett McLaughlin about his break from the “White Southern Evangelical Christian Church”. Specifically, I think he broke away from a form of Baptist church, but the discussion is about the strong evangelical aspect of churches from the American south.

I’ve known about Good Mythical Morning for a decade or more, Kayah and I would watch it when she was little. It’s basically a morning talk show on YouTube – with millennial trappings. So think less Regis Philbin, more Tom Green.

Rhett wasn’t alone in what he calls his “spiritual deconstruction,” his co-host Link Neal also embarked on the journey. They both grew up in the Baptist church and were even heavily involved in recruitment and evangelicalism during college. They had fully consumed the grape flavour-aid.

The deconstruction started for Rhett when he started exploring what he was being told about evolution in the church and what science and the rest of the world were saying. For Link, it was around the way gay people were treated by the church. Of course, that’s a major oversimplification of their journeys but it gives you an idea of what started their journey.

It’s led me into quite the deep dive about their journey because it so connected with the journey I’ve had leaving the Catholic Church.

Now, my journey is not the same as theirs. Mine was a lot quieter and I wasn’t nearly as entrenched in it as they were. While I know there are members of my family who would feel better if I went to mass every week, for the most part I’ve been allowed to follow my path where it takes me.

I think the part that I most identified with was the identification of the hypocrisy I was being fed and how pulling that thread started unravelling everything.

For me, like Link, it was how gay people were being treated that didn’t make sense. Especially when combined with the endless allegations of abuse and rumours of gay activity within the clergy. And to be clear, I’m not judgmental that there are gay people expressing themselves in the clergy. I’m critical of the hypocrisy of saying no one else can be gay. And I find the abuse of minors and others to be abhorrent not only to God but to humans as well.

But there were things that came up earlier that pushed me over the edge once I started questioning things.

I may not have been as entrenched in my church as Rhett and Link were, but I was still very involved at a time. I was deeply involved in youth ministry and summer camps from about grade 6 until sometime in high school. I went on retreats, jamborees and did a lot of things that in retrospect were pretty weird. Anyone who attended one of the SEARCH weekends can attest to that.

One of my strongest influences at the time was a priest who served at my church in town right out of seminary and was the camp priest at the summer camp I went to. He’s a very good man so I’m not going to out him here – but in looking back, conversations with him contributed to my departure from the church as well.

He was always great at making Jesus and the bible compelling and fun. And he thought outside of the box. He told me something once that always stuck with me, “I know atheists who do a better job of living the word of Jesus than most Christians.” It made it clear to me that living a good life and being good to people doesn’t require faith.

But my view of this particular gentleman was shaken the day I asked him his thoughts on the Robin William’s movie, What Dreams May Come. In the film, Robin Williams’ character loses his wife who dies by suicide. He finds a way to go to hell and saver her to bring her back. It’s a movie that really explores the spiritual and everything that goes on outside of the human experience. But my priest friend was having none of it. He insisted that only God could rescue us from hell and that was the end of the conversation.

I tried to engage him more but for the first time in my friendship with him, he got mad. This was not to be discussed. Which brings to mind one of the most powerful observations that has come out of learning about Link and Rhett’s deconstruction – the difference between being curious and being right.

During one of the podcasts I consumed, it was noted that the difference between the religious right and the rest of us is that the religious right are obsessed with being correct. While the rest are more curious and want to grow. And that speaks to my core. Most of the time, I don’t really care about being right – especially if it’s not about the safety and wellbeing of others. I’d rather ask questions or event better – listen than be right about everything in the world. But most religious people I know are obsessed with being right.

So as I entered high school and moved to college, I got curious. I looked at other Christian denominations but they all seemed like just different flavours of kool-aid. Muslims were interesting for a while and I’m glad I got curious about them when everyone else was trying to have an opinion about them after 9/11. Buddhism was very interesting for me for a while but at the end of the day, it still felt like a human translating the divine.

In the end I concluded that if there is a God, he’d be more concerned with me living a good life and loving my neighbours than if I was going to church every week or trying to convince others to drink the same kool-aid. And for the most part, until a couple of months ago, that’s pretty much where the story ended. I don’t wear it on my sleeve, I try not to attack people with faith. Just live and let live.

But boy hearing about religious deconstruction shook me up. It’s made me realize the core of some of my self-doubt, my constant guilt and even why I can get so deeply judgemental at times. It makes me think that maybe I need to find some support or counselling about that. I do feel sad about the loss of community that comes with leaving a church. And I think I crave a sense of ritual or spirituality to ground myself and put my negative energy into. I don’t know what that is per se, but I know it’s something missing.

And there is something divine about the world. I don’t know if it’s a god, or many gods. But there is something spiritual about the feeling you get when that first layer or lacquer is wiped on to a fresh piece of wood. Something out there is ensuring that Elvis is on the radio when you’re heading out of town to say goodbye to your grandma.

It sure feels like something’s out there. And maybe it’s time I started looking for it again. 

Annum Horriblis

Defying all odds, tomorrow will be one year since I (and The Navigator) got back into blogging. And I don't think either of us has missed an assigned day, although we both enjoy being late. 

In terms of our original goal of just keeping in touch with each other, I'd say mission accomplished. I'm very glad that The Navigator insisted on this being a blog and not a video. First, I would have given up on video a few times during this experiment. Plus, it's been very rewarding to dust off old Pilot's World and bring it back to life. I'd forgotten how fun blogging is. 

I'd also forgotten the original motivation to journal my life a bit that Pilot's World offered. It's a regret I've developed over the year - that I didn't keep it up so I have some stories from the last ten years or so recorded. Some of that is in other places on social media, but the blog is such a nice long-form medium. 

And there's so much more to do in the future! 

Looking back on what I've written this year, I've noticed that I have barely talked about the dogs, even though I hang out with them constantly. I've got a handful of posts drafted out for the next few weeks, including returning to the Bronco Game, talking a bit about spirituality and an update about how it is, in fact, gout. 

I'd also like to freshen things up around here a bit, maybe make the place look better. I made a very weak attempt at a new banner logo (up top there) last week, but it's not great. It's just something. 

Overall, very proud to have reached a year, happy that the Navigator has been along for the ride and maybe, just maybe, we can inspire some other old-timers from the heady blogging days of the early 2000's to join us this year! (I'm looking at YOU STEVE). 

Say it Frenchie!

Over the past month, I've taken on a new challenge: I'm learning French. Oui, Je parle en francais.

It actually started as part of the job competition I talked about last week. I thought I could bring some new value to the team by interacting with the French-speaking media when needed. It might not have helped me land that job, but that failure has redoubled my commitment to learn this. Maybe someone else will see the value in having a bilingual communicator. 

So, how am I doing it?

It started off in the way that I think most people would start something like this in 2025, I downloaded an app. I started with CBC's app "Mauril." I started up a few levels since, as I mentioned at the start, I do have some foundation in French. I'm not sure how good it would be for a completely new learner. It's a great "5 minutes a day" type app, but it doesn't do much teaching things like grammar or proper speaking. 

For that, I turned to my library. I was delighted to find that my local library provides free subscriptions to a few paid language learning services. I've started with a service called "Mango". I like how it teaches French, but it's teaching Parisienne French, which sounds very high-society to me. It's very refined and snooty. 

Of course, if you read anything about learning languages, they'll tell you that immersion is the best way to learn. Get all the exposure you can. Well, that's easy to say. Not so easy to execute. I can't exactly drop my life for six months to move to Trois-Rivieres. Or even to Gravelbourg - even if they have excellent mustard. 

But we live so much of our lives on our digital devices, and I CAN change my languages there. It started by changing the language on a few of my favourite games like Balatro and Minecraft. Then I updated the language on my phone, followed by my laptop. Updating your device language is a bit of a shock and has been the hardest to adjust to so far. The option to switch back is always there, and the temptation is strong when you're trying to find something in settings. But I've muddled through for a couple of weeks now. 

One of the more subtle benefits of Mauril isn't in the exercises they do but in the suggestions they make at the end of your lesson. After you've passed your little quiz, it gives you a little daily challenge like, "read out your directions to work in French", "make a recipe in French," or "listen to a podcast in French." It gives you these little daily tasks that you can translate further, immersing yourself without annoying everyone around you. Unless you share your daily calendar with your wife. Then you get snarky questions about who "porter vert" is. 

One of the places I feel most successful in my learning journey is listening to podcasts and the news. It always starts off pretty rough, and I'm only picking up a word or two. But by the end of the podcast, I'm pretty engrossed and understanding most of what's being said. I could have also been listening to the Maple Leafs lose in French - I could probably catch a few games where the Riders play the Alouettes in French this summer, too. 

Back to the resources available at my local library, I downloaded "The Three Musketeers" by Alexandre Dumas, or as I've downloaded it, "Les trois mousquetaires". The book was originally written in French and I've always wanted to read it as written. I've read the translation a few times. 

And there are many resources I haven't tackled yet either. Duolingo is still out there, as are the other couple of language platforms that the library offers. I've considered finding a pen pal or even a discussion partner online to chat with in French. I'd also like to take on some creative projects in French, maybe write a song or do a Minecraft "let's play." Or maybe yet another blog, but this time in French? I want to find more French music that I like. I'm just dipping my toes in that as well. 

And finally, once my accounts started to realize that I was consuming a lot of French media and making a lot of French searches, my advertising followed. So now I get about 50% of my advertising pushed to me in French as well. 

Overall, I'll say this. I don't think there's been a better time in history to learn a new language on your own. Our connection with devices and technology is so strong that gradually moving all of those systems over to your goal language will begin immersing you. While there are many paid services out there, I've been able to access everything for free so far, with the exception of about $10 I spent at Value Village to buy a French/English dictionary and a grammar book. I don't think I'll need to take on any paid stuff unless I choose to take a French university class or something to legitimize my learning. But that's a goal for 2026, I think. And maybe I'll buy a French rhyming dictionary if I choose to write a song, but there's gonna be a website that does that as well. 

Have you considered learning a new language or strengthening one you know? Do you have resources I didn't list here? What would you do different if the language is a computer language? Do these ideas help you apply any other kind of learning?

Not Into It?

Suppose it's my day to blog but I'm not really in the mood for the fun I had planned. 

Was unsuccessful in the job I was applying on. I got a reasonable consolation gig but it still stings. 

Have a couple weeks off work, had some holiday to use up. Dug into fixing the camper today only to find the cable I'd ordered last summer for it was too small. Shrinkflation indeed. 

I'm mostly just trying to think about how I have time, some gumption and a few resources. I need to keep going and something interesting will happen. 

I have weird ideas for fun things. But I also gotta spend a day fixing a camper only to end up a square one. 

Oh and what was with that Conclave? Leo?  Fourteen no less. Pope Denis would have been one of a kind. Makes a guy wonder when the last year with three Popes was. 

Pilon for Pope - 2025

 The news arrived about two weeks ago: Pope Francis passed away at the ripe old age of 88. After much mourning and chest-beating, the Catholic Church is now finally in a position to pick a new pope. 

I come to you today, as I did about 20 years ago, to share why I think my father, Denis, should be elected to the highest office in the Church when the Cardinals enter the conclave tomorrow. 

Now, we had a lot of fun with the papal election back in 2005, and things got pretty silly. There were Photoshopped photos of Dad with a big ol' Pope hat on, and we all had a good laugh. Even a couple of weeks ago, I put together a song to start the campaign. But I was informed this weekend that it was so unfunny that it didn't even merit comment. 

Ouch. 

But you know what? Maybe there's some truth to that. After all, the Vatican, and the Church in general, are pretty serious institutions. They deal with the very word of God and have influence over the entire planet. Maybe if I took this a little more seriously, the Cardinals would actually pay attention. So we're going to take a more serious and measured approach to this campaign. I present to you, Pilon: Papacy with Panache. 

With a rich, dark green background and golden text in a classic Gothic font, the campaign can't help but grab the attention of even the most serious and devout Catholics. And the promise of a pope with some panache will grab the attention of the progressives in the Church who are looking for someone with some personality. 

So, what changes and promises will Pope Denis bring to the table? I'm glad you asked. 

Here for your review are some of the changes and new rules that Pope Denis will bring to the Catholic Church. 

• The announcement of the new Pope will continue to be done via smoke signal, but it will now involve the Cardinals smoking many fine cigars. 
• The Popemobile will be upgraded to include a humidor and a scotch cabinet. 
• Wherever possible, stonework will be removed from Vatican City and replaced with fine woodworking of teak and walnut. This will make it more environmentally friendly somehow.
• Strict "no losers" rule in the Swiss Guard will be enforced.
• We're moving the immovable ladder. Just over one window. We'll act like we have no idea. 
• Upgrading communion hosts to personal pan pizzas to align better with the Italian roots of the church. 
• Blood of Christ upgrading to Mountain Dew: Code Red. 
• We're going to laminate the Shroud of Turin. Scientists keep showing up trying to do tests, and frankly, they've done enough. 
• Weekly "prophecy parties". We'll bring the Holy Bong of St. Peter out of retirement. 

The Cardinals head into the Conclave tomorrow, so call your Church offices today and make sure the message gets through that the only proper pope is a pontiff with panache. Let's make sure they know who we really want for Pope! 

Not what you expected

I know I promised that the Campaign for Pope 2025 would start today in my last blog post. And I suppose in private it has. But there are a few things going on in the world and personally right now that's taking up my time. So we'll start next week with some nice Photoshopping and fresh ideas. 

For today, I'm going to go back to maybe a more traditional journaling format and let you know some of those things I'm up to that are taking up my time this week. 

First off, Canada held its 45th election yesterday. I've got some pretty mixed feelings about the outcome. As of this writing, we know that the Liberals will form government under Mark Carney, but it's still unknown if that will be under a minority or majority government. I've always been a fan of minority/coalition governments because I think it puts an extra check on power. But there's something about the current situation and the tension between Canada and the US that makes me wish there was a clear mandate. If the BQ are given the balance of power, I think it will only exacerbate the feelings of Western alienation in the country, and that could be problematic. 

The fact that my favourite federal MP and my least favourite federal MP lost their seats in the election also adds to my mixed feelings about the election. Jagmeet Singh resigned as leader of the NDP last night, and the poor NDP took an absolute beating, primarily at the hands of the Tories last night. Gross feeling. 

Also worthy of mixed feelings is that Pierre Pollievre lost his seat, but the Conservatives picked up a lot of seats. Which I read to mean that despite the threat of neo-conservatism coming from the US, some Canadians still felt that the party was the solution. Although I've seen a lot of arguments that the Tory vote was more about crime and affordability - which is a genuine issue that we as Canadians need to start working on. 

All in all, nothing's changed much, but at least we don't have to listen to PP anymore, and maybe we'll see the Conservative Party of Canada actually become a more traditional conservative party again. 

In other news, I'm rounding the corner on making my job as a Communications Consultant permanent. I've been doing the role on a temporary basis for the past 3+ years, and a permanent spot has finally opened up. I'm a bit nervous and there's so much to do, but standing back a few steps, I think I'm the person who will get the job. At least I hope so. I've got the most experience in the company and in the department. I've passed the written assessment, and tomorrow is my interview. 

The interview looks like it will be pretty intense. I need to do a presentation on four things I'd change or update about the media relations team, and then we follow that with the usual, "tell us about a time you were butt-hurt and what kind of cream you used to soothe the burn." 

I've got the presentation built. After basically running the place for the last year, I've got more than four things I'd like to change. But I'm focusing on a few that I think will resonate and that I can connect to the company as a whole, or to larger trends in the world. Less complaining about things I don't like and more insight into ways we need to improve. 

The "tell us about a time" section is maybe a bit deceiving. On one hand, I feel over-prepared for it for the first time in the dozen or so times I've done an interview. The Company started doing a new staff review process called "PDP" a few years ago, and part of that process is collecting stories to show that you do certain things, like work with people or overcome a serious butt-hurt. So I have three years of collected stories to draw from. I just worry it's giving me too much confidence, and I'm going to be less prepared than I feel when it comes to the interview.  

Also, I need to file my taxes tonight. 

All this to say, I've got lots going on this week. So next week, right as the 2025 Conclave is about to start, I'll be starting the campaign to make Denis the next pope. 

The campaign begins - next week.

If there's one thing people have always remembered this blog for, it's my campaign to have my Dad named Pope during the 2005 Conclave to replace John Paul II. 

I didn't repeat the campaign in 2013 because I'd never experienced a Pope stepping down, so I wasn't sure of the legitimacy. Plus, I wasn't blogging at the time. 

But things are much clearer in 2025. Plus, with the current eligibility requirements that the Pope be under 80, it might be the last chance to make him Bishop of Rome. 

Since we're still in the novemdiales (period of mourning), I'm not going to break out the campaign signs or start sending my large *ahem* "campaign contributions." Yet. But I think we'll be near enough the end of that by next week to really kick this thing into gear. 

 But I would also argue that the world is in a pretty delicate place. Democracy seems to be at risk everywhere. Life is getting more expensive, and for the first time in history, war isn't just death and fighting, it's economics and computer hacking. Pope Francis was important in bringing people wisdom and hope during this time. In fact, Popes have always had an important role in times like this.

That's why I argue we should not be leaving the Vatican in a leadership vacuum. We should appoint a temp-pope. I wrote a song about it. 

Missed it by that much...

Last weekend, I stumbled across a fun mini-doc on YouTube about one of my favourite cartoons from back when I was a kid, Inspector Gadget. 

For the uninitiated in the ranks, Inspector Gadget follows the adventures of the namesake character along with his neice Penny and their dog Brain. Not to be confused with that other Brain. Inspector Gadget is sort of like RoboCop or the Six Million Dollar Man in that he's been bionically enhanced with a bunch of gadgets that ostensibly help him solve crimes. I say ostensibly because, as regular viewers will know, Gadget never solves anything. It's usually left up to Penny and Brain to do all the hard work. 

I was really surprised to learn from the documentary that the show was only produced from 1982-83. Perhaps even more surprising is that the production company just stopped making the show because they just didn't need to make it anymore. It wasn't cancelled, and the lead voice actor didn't quit in some sort of dramatic controversy. They just stopped making it. 

Who does that?!

Even more surprising is that despite stopping in 1983, it kept being shown and enjoyed for years and years to come. 1983 makes me too young to have enjoyed it during its initial run - I would only have been 1-2 years old. Yet I watched Inspector Gadget a lot - in the late 1980s and even into the 1990s. I'd even guess that the Navigator probably watched the show. 

It is so strange in our modern world of fast entertainment and 30-second attention spans that something could run for a couple of years and continue to have entertainment value for a decade or more after production is completed. I was thinking the other day how, despite all the Star Wars content we've been given over the last few years, nothing has had rewatching value to me. Even the best of it, Andor and The Mandalorian, have only been a one-time watch. But I bet I've seen The Empire Strikes Back at least 3 dozen times. Heck, I've even seen each of the prequels a handful of times each. 

Conan O'Brien has commented a few times on his podcast that people should not be able to make new content, that we've got more than anyone could ever consume in a lifetime already. As a creator, I don't love that idea. I'd like to think there will always be an outlet for the things I make. But I get what he's saying. How can anyone expect their things to be consumed when there's just so much to be seen? Not to mention, your cut of the attention pie gets smaller and smaller as more and more content is produced. It's going to become increasingly hard to make a living out of being creative.

I took the kids to see the Minecraft Movie this weekend. It's the second time since Kendrick Lamar's SuperBowl Halftime performance that I've felt like I've enjoyed something that's actually part of the larger culture. Something that's more than just my little niche of videos about old computers and dusty guitars. The movie was pretty good for what it was, and I was very impressed that this generation has found a way to interact with something in a real way. People were yelling stuff at the screen in unison, and there was massive applause at the end. It was a genuine, real experience with real people. 

It made me realize that while we've all been driven into doomscrolls and Trump-hating, at any age, we really just want to go out with others and enjoy ourselves. It gives me hope that my own creativity will have a place in the real world. I had the pleasure of playing guitar with and for my co-workers a bit over a week ago. We had so much fun singing together, sharing jokes and enjoying a shared experience. It wasn't people stuck on our phones; it was a group hanging out and just having fun. 

Maybe the world is on the way to a reset. Maybe in time, we'll get back to concerts and festivals and doing things together. There's something so shallow about an internet comment, just trying to illicit such a thing for this fleeting little bit of attention in words on a screen. 

What do you think of the current world of entertainment? Are we headed for a connection renaissance? COMMENT BELOW! 

Vaughn and Healy

As I get older my relationship with music has started to come full circle in so many ways. It's always interesting to me to hear some music that I really liked in my youth and get a chance to rediscover it. It always surprises me how good my taste in music was very early on. And how complex some of it was. 

I had one of those moments this week when I stumbled on this video of Jeff Healey and Stevie Ray Vaughn playing "Look at Little Sister" on an old CBC show in the late 80's. According to one of the comments on the video, SRV was in Toronto for some shows, saw Healy at a bar and invited him to perform with him on TV. It's also apparently the only time these two miraculous legends played together.

I've loved Stevie Ray Vaughn for as long as I can remember. He's not someone friends introduced me to, in fact I wouldn't find another person who loved him as much as me until I was in my 20's (RIP to my friend Steve Deschambault). I first caught wind of him on a PBS broadcast of Austin City Limits where SRV and Double Trouble just absolutely melt the roof off of the venue they play at. It was only in researching this post that I learned how old some of that performance was - going back to 1983 - when I was only about 2!

Jeff Healy also captivated me in my youth. Because of my own vision issues and love of guitar, he was constantly brought to my attention because of his own vision impairment. And while his achievements are all the more notable for overcoming that challenge, I always found the way he played guitar across his lap like a pedal steel to be even more interesting. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think that vision impairment makes it any harder to play guitar in the standard position.

The things I've read say that he did this so he could have both hands on the fretboard which does make a bit of sense. But he also started playing very young - at age 3 - and it's said he developed his own style. Apparently, the lap-style posture lent him more strength in his playing. I think that his lap style was more about learning young than about learning blind. Either way, as a guitarist, it's more than impressive to see him play the kind of music he did in the style he did. 

The most melancholy part of that video is that it's the only time these legends play together. SRV would go on to help Healy's career and raise his profile, but this one song is the only time they're both on stage together. 

Stevie Ray Vaughn died in a helicopter crash in 1990 and Jeff Healy passed away in 2008. I missed an opportunity to go see Jeff Healy in the early 2000's. He was doing more jazz stuff than blues at the time and I chose to skip the show - and it's been a regret ever since. Just like Tom Petty a decade later, he would die shortly after he came around and I never got a second chance. 

I try to to bemoan missed live shows too much. I'll never see Pink Floyd or the Beatles play. And I've been lucky to see a reunited I Mother Earth when I thought that was impossible. Some people will see the band that would never reunite, Oasis, soon. But at the end of the day, we have recordings of performances like these that we can enjoy. I can go see Pink Floyd play their most spectacular show in the Imax in the next few months and maybe that's what I need to be grateful for. 

In defense of microwave popcorn

 There are so many ways to make popcorn. You can cook it in a pot with oil or use an air popper. For the especially adventurous out there you can use the explosive Chinese popcorn maker (maybe called a popcorn cannon?). 

But, it occurred to me this weekend as I was fending off a large black bear while enjoying a bag of Orville's best that microwave popcorn is growing on me as the best option. 

On the pro column, it's easy to make, perfectly seasoned, and when it's fresh out of the microwave, it's just the most delightful hot and fluffy flavour. Plus, even once you've finished all the popcorn, the bag is still so well seasoned and it's a delightful treat in and of itself. 

On the con side, yes it makes extra garbage, you can't control the toppings and it's quite a bit more expensive than just making it yourself. Plus, I haven't found a dependable microwave for when I'm camping. 

There are a few ways to circumvent some of those negatives, though. I found a homemade microwave popcorn recipe that would make it customizable to season and could be made in a reusable container like a silicone bag or a bowl. I'd heard that you can do it in a paper bag before, but that just creates more waste again. 

But you know... I seem to remember grabbing a silicone bag a few weeks ago for my sandwiches at lunch. Should I... do an experiment for my blog?! 

YES! 

Before - just kernels and potential

I started with maybe 1/8 a cup of popcorn kernels and a little tiny bit of oil - basically enough to coat everything. I tossed it in the microwave and hit "popcorn". 

PRO TIP - Leave a little vent in the bag when you close it. The damn thing inflated like a balloon! This led me to stop briefly midway and crack it open before it exploded. 

And did it work? 

Yes

Yes, it worked! 

It was a tiny bit overcooked. I think this is mostly because I had to stop halfway through and vent the bag (as mentioned above). It took another 20 or so seconds after restarting for the popping to continue and I'm sure that contributed. But otherwise, this was just great microwave popcorn! 

I'll have to chase this recipe around a bit now. It needs butter and I only did a little tiny bit. I'll have to run some experiments to see how much I can cook at one time without filling my microwave with popcorn. It gets pretty hot when it cooks so I would certainly recommend sticking to silicone or glass when cooking. But the microwave works great. There is no special voodoo in those microwave popcorn bags. 

I would recommend pouring the popcorn out into a bowl, it's starting to stick to the sides of the bag as I monch on it finishing this post up. If you're looking to do this yourself, I got this stylish Star Wars silicone bag at Dollarama for like a buck. So this thing starts paying for itself pretty quickly. 

So here's to a fun new approach to popcorn - and a new way to stick it to Big Popcorn and their microwave popcorn markup! 

Mediating my media meditations

I've had many lofty goals and aspirations in my life. It might be why I'm a bit of a "jack of all trades". Everything interests me, and there's so much in everything. 

Growing up, I wanted a great stereo more than anything. I'm not talking about an all-in-one CD/Cassette/Radio combo. Like one of those great stacked hi-fi setups with a big amp and a record player and speakers as all as the room. Nice and modular and LOUD. 

I haven't completely given up on this desire. I do have a few modules - a CD player, tape deck, turntable and a good amp. But it's not even all plugged in right now, I don't really have great speakers and worst of all - it doesn't all match. Some of the modules are black, and some are silver. It's a damn mess. 

And I don't have an 8-track player yet. 

But there are a million different ways that music - and even movies - can be stored. Where do I draw the line? Some are very old, like say wax cylinders or more modern but just as obsolete, like Minidisk? Do I need a LaserDisc player? 

Not to mention, if I get all the players I want, where will I store the media? I've already taken up about 6 shelves in my house with records, tapes and CDs. And let's be honest, I can fit my Spotify in my pocket. 

The desire to chase down archaic media has been relit in me lately, mostly because of a couple of YouTube channels I've been watching. Usagi Electric and DankPods. 

Usagi Electric is a guy who restores old minicomputers (not microcomputers) from the 1950s-1980s. He's even working on an old vacuum tube computer called the Bendix G-15. It's currently the oldest operational digital computer on the continent. He doesn't focus on music or video formats at all but he is always working on weird archaic storage mediums like 8" floppy disks, tape drives and punched paper tape. Some of those things I've only ever heard of or seen from a distance. It makes me wonder how many ways you can store bits! He got me thinking about the fun and challenge of buying old electronics and equipment and restoring it all. 

DankPods is probably most famous for headphone reviews and reviews of "nuggets" or those crappy MP3 players we used to all suffer in the early 2000s before the iPod and smartphones made everything look the same. Again, he's not digging into audio formats that often, but it is cool to see early flash-memory cards and the absolutely bonkers MP3 players we used to have. 

The other influence that DankPods has had on me is his "Cashies Specials," where he goes to his local Cash Converters and shows us the ridiculous used stuff he finds. It reminded me that you can have a lot of fun and find some really rewarding and novel stuff at thrift stores. Lately I really only go thrifting with Rhonda, which means antique stores and clothing shops. But there's plenty of other used gold out there! 

So it was that I found myself at Secondhand Wonderland a couple of weeks ago, strumming on old guitars and contemplating buying a sitar, when I wandered into the hi-fi section, and that old urge returned. Should I build out my stereo? 

I think the answer right now is "no." If for no other reason than I just emptied my little savings account on a new guitar and an amp. Not to mention, I don't use the stereo I have. My records are starting to crumble to dust, and it's just so much easier to shout, "Hey Google, play me 'The Best of the Wiggles!'"

As time goes on and we get farther and farther away from the tangible storage media era, it feels less important to collect this stuff, but there's an urgency to get it while it's still cheap and available. I used to buy records for a dollar. Now I gotta drop $40 if I want a record.  

What is your favourite archaic storage medium? Have you ever seen an 8" floppy disk? Do you know what a floppy disk is? 

Pick your warrior

 The obsession of 2025 so far has been the endless back and forth on tariffs between the United States and Canada. It's been the most uniting thing to hit this country in the last couple of decades but despite that unity, Donald Trump continues to push his rhetoric and has even pushed so far as to say he's going to annex Canada - by force if necessary. 

So this led to a conversation this past weekend about what our wartime roles would be during the Canada/US of the 2020's

For my part, I'm excited to get into making propaganda. I'm too old for battlefield work and I doubt I could get past the physical. But that doesn't mean I don't have anything to offer the war effort. Dr Seuss famously put his talents to work making ads for war bonds and the like during World War II. Maybe I could get some work writing jingles about how to defeat the US. I've already written a protest song about the current situation. Maybe I can be put to work writing songs about arming your AI sub-machine gun or how to outrun an American. I dunno. But that's the role I think I'm best accustomed to. 

We've joked that Kayah's role is pretty easy. We'd just take her ADHD meds away, give her a Red Bull and just point her towards the border. They'd surrender in days. 

Rhonda has already been making plans with her co-workers on how they'd run their own M*A*S*H* camp. They'll be less sarcastic and far more judgie. I tried to extract what her nickname would be - Hot Lips Houlihan is already taken. Maybe she could be Randy Rhonda? Instead of a homemade gin-still in the doctor's tent, they'd have a weed grow-op in the nurse's tent. Modern times call for modern numbing agents. 

Jonas, as a young, white male would make excellent cannon fodder. But he hasn't spent his entire youth playing video games just to be sent out to the killing fields. I think someone is gonna have to fly the drones - and he'd be great for that. I could also use his video editing skills in my propaganda machine. He's far more useful with a mouse than he is in combat boots! 

I'm still undecided on The Navigator. I think overall he'd be one of those Army Engineers who can build a bridge out of hay and peanut-butter cups that's strong enough to support a phalanx of tanks. He would also be an excellent mentor to Jonas and the work he'd do running war drones. I don't know if the Navigator has ever actually piloted a drone, but he ran a sound console for a few years and I assume that the skillset is transferrable. 

Overall - who knows what would happen in a Canada/US war. I do hope that cooler heads prevail over the next few months. Frankly, I hope that the Republican-dominated Congress sees just how much Trump is concentrating power under one man, how much that one man is destabilizing the world and that someone starts to step up to stop him. Whether he's a Russian plant or not, he's doing exactly what the Russians want and any war between Canada and the US is going to pale in comparison to what the Russians will do once things erode enough. The relationship we had as countries up until a few months ago was intentional and had purpose. One can't help but think that the destruction of that relationship has a purpose too. 

Buy a Canadian

It seems that the only thing anyone is talking about these days is the on-again/off-again trade war between the United States and - well basically everyone. But mostly Canada, Mexico and China.  

As Canadians, the propaganda we're hearing is generally "Buy Canadian" and "Elbows Up." Good rallying cries for the times to be sure. But as is the case with most of these stuff, even the changing buying habits of 40 million people is not likely to sway much in terms of the grander market. So it has me wondering - are there other things we should be doing? How do I protect myself?

Get off US Tech

I've known for a few years that I've become far too dependent on the Google ecosystem - and yes I recognize the irony of saying that on a Google-hosted blog. And it's not that I have an issue with Google overall. I've been a happy paying customer for years, and in terms of the service I'm being provided, I have zero complaints. But with recent threats by Ontario Premier Doug Ford being met by US threats to shut down cloud services, it makes me realize I need a local backup. For anyone reading this, let me save you some searching and let you know that Google Takeout seems to be the solution here. I'm still experimenting but I'll feel a lot better if I can at least get some of the bigger chunks of this backed up to a USB drive. 

This doesn't help the fact that I use a Google Pixel and the Google Password manager. But it's a start. I am exploring some alternative password managers, and those will come with the next big step I'm exploring, returning to Linux again.

It happens every 5-6 years: I get fed up with Windows or enraged by MacOS and just dump myself back over to Linux. In an era full of American instability, I think I'll need to get back on Linux again very soon. It's not convenient, making music on that OS is a pain in the ass. But it's mine and it's secure. So I'm headed that way again sooner than later. 

Control the Consumerism

Everyone is talking "Buy Canadian," and I know that is going to help Canadian companies stay afloat through this. But when you consider that I can't really buy a Canadian orange and that Canadian manufacturing is as non-existent as it is in the US, this is an incomplete solution. 

One of the ways I've been looking to tackle this is by buying secondhand or repairing what I have. Particularly in my music stuff, everything I could ever need in this phase of my music career is already built, used by someone and sitting collecting dust at a thrift store. Sure, it takes some work to track stuff down and even more work to clean and tune up that stuff. But at the end of the day, I'm rocking some reasonably vintage gear, I've saved some cash, and I have a story to tell about getting my new thing. And American companies like Fender and Gretsch aren't seeing any of my new money. It's a shame, really. I like these companies, that's why I buy their stuff. But I'm choosing to consume them by giving money to Canadians and not sending that money over the border. 

Sometimes, it's just about being patient, too. When I bought my new Gretsch last month, it was in desperate need of new strings. The fastest option for me would have been to pop on to Amazon and order some. But for a couple more days of patience, I went to the local store in my area and got them on the weekend. Still American strings, (and that's something I'm looking at alternatives to) but at least papa-Amazon didn't get a cut. 

Touch Grass

I think we're all becoming super-aware of how social media is brainwashing us. And much of that includes our consumer behaviour. I'm not saying delete all your apps and move into the bush (I'm also not stopping you). But maybe you could stop following non-Canadian companies, start following more Canadian companies or choose to go to the store to buy your things instead of ordering them online. Sometimes, it's just changing what influences our decisions. I've certainly become hyper-aware of the American companies advertising to me in the last few weeks. 

There's some argument that the weird times we are in can be directly tied to the disruptive nature of the internet and our inexperience in managing it. I think there's a lot to this argument. I also think that the best antidote is going to be getting out and being truly social. Go to a show. Plan a picnic. Or just go lie naked on a grocery store produce section. You know. Real stuff. It won't make Trump go away, it won't win any trade wars. But you'll have something positive to get you through the day instead of obsessing over economies and politics. And that shift in our collective mental attention might just lead to a shift in power. 

And that brings me to the final point. While there are plenty of real-world things that we should be worrying about, like trade wars, climate change and poverty, we all need to start recognizing that it's all human-made. The overall advice I've been reading about dealing with it is to get out of our homes, away from our phones and into social situations. Situations where we can talk through our differences and work together on our problems. As much as I've said the name "Trump" a billion times in my life, I've never met him. He could be an AI construction worker for all I know. But if I go out and pick up some garbage in my alley, I might talk to someone walking by who needs a warm hat. And maybe I have a spare warm hat to give him. And then his life is warmer, and I've actually done something. 40 million actual actions like that would actually bring Canada together as a real country and might actually put us in a position to stand united against this faraway orange man. 

Livin' in the city

I was holding out on writing this blog, hoping that world events would turn a different way and I could go back to an old well on this blog. 

Maybe next week. 

While I didn't exactly grow up rural, the communities I grew up in were far from cities. As a kid I always wanted to live in a city. The lights of the skyscrapers, the bustle at street level, the culture and the 24 hour life always appealed to me. 

Of course, living in these bucolic conservative little cities on the prairie shielded me from the gross underbellies of the city. The pollution, the crime, the poverty and the noise. I had to move to the city to see the whole picture. 

Now, at a quarter million or so residents, Regina is far from a megalopolis. But it's got some tall buildings (including the one I work in), some interesting culture and more crime and drug problems than you can shake a stick at. 

Last night as I headed home from Open Mic, I was really gravitating to that positive vibe that I've chased by living in a city. I just left a very entertaining evening full of all the various performing arts. The city was aglow in the lights only high rise buildings can provide and I was tempted by the juicy temptation of an 11PM Whopper. It felt like this was why I was here. 

But I also passed by several people, bent over from the damage fentanyl addiction has caused. Passed mounds of garbage in my alley as I got home. I went from high to low pretty quickly. 

So what am I getting at here? 

I think I'm just returning to the same theme I've been feeling and discussing over the past year or so since I came back to blogging. The ying/yang of things. That there are positives and negatives to everything and I don't know where to fit in it all. 

I think the fact that we are living in a time of extremism when I've been raised in what is now proving to be a very stable time is part of it too. It's hard not to see how bad it is in your backyard when the whole world looks like it's burning down. 

So all that to say, I was hoping we'd be voting on a new pope today and I could restart the campaign. But we aren't so I'm babbling for a few hundred words. 

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. 

Gravitron Gardens

Rhonda sent me a text last week that is threatening to disrupt my entire life. Unroot my stability and change everything. 

Do I have $70,000? No.

Do I have a business plan? No.

Would owning a Gravitron pay my bills? No. 

But I want it. Not only do I want it. I want SEVERAL of them. 

Imagine if you will an entire fair but there's only one kind of ride. Gravitrons. We could theme them, one would be futuristic, another steampunk, a nature-themed one - even one with pole dancers for the grownups. 

I should say what a Gravitron is for the uninitiated. It's a reasonably common fair ride here in North America. In short, it's a large flying-saucer-shaped ride that spins at a pretty good RPM. Riders sit inside the ride lying against the slanted walls. The centrifugal force (centripetal? I can't keep it straight) pushes the rider against the wall so you feel gravity sideways. As the spinning ramps up, the gurney you lie against raises up on tracks so not only are you stuck to the wall, but you're also a foot or two off the ground. 

I spent a lot of time in Gravitrons between ages 11 and 16.

We could take it on the road! Have a Gravitron show up to your bachelor party or sweet 16.  Family reunion? You'll need a few of those for that. No festival is complete without being surrounded by a dozen Gravitrons. 

We could have some food booths around. What are some good spinning theme foods? Cotton candy is spun I suppose. I might even be open to the idea of a few games. But they'd need to be Gravitron-based.

I dunno. I've had that feeling lately that I'd like to drastically change my career. Sure Gravitron Carney isn't exactly what most people would expect, but it would be a spectacular change. Just wandering the continent making people puke. 

Making people puke. 

Ok, so there is one downside to this. 

I asked Copilot AI to make me an image of my Gravitron Gardens. It wasn't very successful. While it clearly knew that a Gravitron is a spinning ride and that it's flying saucer-shaped, it really struggled to unite the two. So I got back lots of images of parks with flying saucers, merry-go-rounds and Ferris wheels.  This was the best I could come up with. 

AI-Generated imagining of a Gravitron amusement park. 

At least the scale is right?

Would you come to my Gravitron amusement park? Would you hire us for your grandparent's 60 anniversary? What would be your one ride amusement park?