Nathan Russel Dueck (1979- )

The 8yo's painting a lovely pastoral scene, and he's whispering narration while doing so, because that's what Bob Ross does.

The Slop of War

Turns out, you are a chill guy!

I don't know you, and you could be a chill guy, but this post seems unnecessarily trollish, so I feel justified pointing out that you misspelled "loses."

AAARRRGGGHHH

Have quite literally never been happier to be a British* Columbian**

* I'm in no way at all British
** I'm also in no way related to Christopher Columbus

The 10yo, just now: “Dad, if I start a podcast, then would you let me swear?”

Only cried twice during Taylor Tomlinson's new special, so yeah, my religious trauma's going along great.

Every time Poilievre opens his gob, Canadians must be thinking, "Trump? No, we don't need more Trump. We already have Trump at home."

It must just be human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together . . . MASS HYSTERIA! in their brains right now.

Can you fathom the complete cognitive dissonance of an Alberta separatist right now?

All day, every day.

The Red Sox front office understands they have to bat at least 27 times a game, right?

I've been digging Vigil well enough, but while reading it, I can't shake the thought that the very style that makes Lincoln in the Bardo work is dragging this one down. Like, Saunders' ability to wrong-foot readers in Lincoln puts us on entirely the wrong footing in Vigil.

If Epstein’s emails have taught us anything, it’s that the Christmas Adventurers are real as hell.

With the Red Sox ownership, it's salary dumps all the way down.

Struggles to believe that last night, some 87.5% of Conservatives assembled in Calgary voted in support of a leader who's salivating at the prospect of licking every last jackboot in the White House. Like, he would so blithely spit and polish every square inch of leather there.

I wasn't a bright kid, so I was ridiculously exited to visit Minneapolis because I thought that's where Superman lived. Turns out I wasn't all that wrong -- there are so many People of Steel living in that city.

Speaking as a Mennonite and a former Winklerite, I'm pretty convinced the last thing anybody needs is a Christian Heritage Month. And I would daresay that my forebears would be appalled by the thought of such a performative display of faith.

No, YOU just wasted 20 minutes on ebay mulling whether it's worth spending $20 on an autographed rookie card of the only big-league ballplayer to ever come out of your hometown.

ooh, Dave Stieb's 'stach is in top form.

And now, simply because of this post, I cannot travel south of the 49th.

Am beginning to worry I only live an hour away from a rogue state.

Looking for a reason to believe this year will be better than the last.

Are your spoiled kids bored during the holidays? Hit play on Philip Glass’s Einstein on the Beach and watch them lose grip on reality when the choir repeats 6-7.

I've been meaning to watch this -- it's going on the top of the list.

I haven't done anything teaching related for 5 days, 21 hours, and 21 minutes, but every few minutes my adrenal glands pump a little cortisol, motivating me to, what, grade non-existent assignments?

Haven't yet had the chance to see Marty Supreme, but I'm listening to the Daniel Lopatin soundtrack while doing some Christmas dishes, and, yep, this is for sure what a panic attack sounds like.

Not as much yelling today as Christmases of yore -- oh well, I suppose there's time.

And the Extra-Terrestrial, who did NOT die . . .