At 5 minutes after closing all employees should get wiffle bats they can bonk customers with until they leave or pay a "stop bonking me" bribe.

So I haven't been coming on Twitter, this is probably a sign of increased mental health and my miraculous ability to not slack off when employed by someone else as opposed to being self employed (fuck).

I got a volvo and all of a sudden I work for a non-profit and am on the board for another non-profit...might have to get a subaru when it dies 👅

Important Update: My neighbours pig who we have (with permission) sporadically given treats to for 5ish years allowed me to touch her face without assuming I was feeding her my fingers.

I had an Am@zon rep wish me and my family a "God blessed day" but they also gave me a full refund for an Amz Warehouse product that did eventually show up so amz ate the cost. If other missionaries want to take notes and screw megacorps I will allow some overt religious chat.

It took me months to sign back on after deleting to cross borders.

My most latest thinking for who a Canadian (English) version of @taskmaster season one should be. Taskmaster: Derek Seguin Taskmaster's Assistant: Tanner Zipchen Contestants: Cabbie Richards Martha Chavez Mike Smith (Bubbles) Nikki Payne Gavin Crawford

I'm still really enjoying my job. Today they gave me pretty much a dream task as a project for the coming weeks. Like real slumdog millionaire culmination of my interests and work/life experience shit, except without the financial payout bit...it is still a non-profit.

I told my wife at the start of this year that I thought Bronski Beat's Smalltown Boy was going to re-blow up in the next few years because of the lyrical content and how well it stands up to modern synth-y songs (sounds rad) and now it's a massive part of this films ad campaign.

It is obvious and goes without saying but I will anyways. Having spent a bunch of time in a hospital in the last little while, the idea of "we think there are bad guys hiding under it" being a justification to wipe out the entire building is absolutely psycho.

When someone tells me to put one foot in front of the other.

Got stung by a Portuguese man o' war in the morning and had to wrangle my family to write a eulogy in the evening, this "vacation" is absolute balls.

This is my Canadian Labour Party platform.