I had a younger colleague recently tell me her taste in music was 'really eclectic , you know stuff like Green Day.'
I tried bringing artists I was into, such as Courtney Barnett, since this particular person is Australian.
Never heard of her.

Damnit, that almost makes me want to get back onto twitter just so I can retweet that.

I work for a small town newspaper publisher and see lots of obituaries. In the past couple of months there have been ones for Anne Perkins, David Cross and Lawrence Welk.

We were taught the cardinal directions as 'never eat soggy wieners." We quickly changed it to "Scott's wiener."

Shit. It's supposed to say but, not bilirubin. Twelve hours of finding a more appropriate text than comic sans makes for weird spelling mistakes.

I have degrees in journalism and graphic design. Comic sans normally does not bother me. It's kind of tacky, bilirubin it's harmless.

Those white blotches mixes with the orange tan makes it look like he's wearing a mud mask.

I paginate classified pages for a group of small town newspapers in western Canada. About a month ago, I came across an obituary for a Lawrence Welk that had just passed. I thought of my grandmother, who loved Lawrence Welk and would have found it hilarious that she lived only a couple of hours away from someone with…

You're thinking of Marco Ralph Lauren Polo.

I recently found out there's an unincorporated place in Alberta called Bone Town. And it's near Beaver Lake.

Nasty vegetable.

Off topic, but that's really cool you live up that way. My mom's family is from the area, and it is beautiful country. Not for me at this time in my life, but I treasure the summers up there I spent as a kid. Coincidentally, I now do a bit of work with the Ashcroft Cache Creek Journal.

We were given the alcoholism talk a week into j-school. And then, on average, a reminder every few weeks.

We had a rather large cat growing up. One summer, we had Japanese exchange students. My mother, thinking she could speak Japanese, would point to the cat and say niko, what she thought was the Japanese word for cat (it's neko).

My best friend moved up to Powell River when when were kids (about 25 years ago). As a result, I was incredibly lucky to get to know this beautiful town on multiple occasions.

Ten years ago there was an article about Coffee Time imitators in the Star. My favourite - Coffee Lime.

So many childhood memories. I had to have all my baby teeth removed surgically over the course of several years because the adult teeth were all growing in the row behind them (shark teeth). My mom would always tak me to DQ after and I would slobber half the blizzard over my front.

I love your reply. It's well written and it it takes the reader in a different direction that they thought they would go.

I have lived in Canada all my life, so unfortunately I'm all too aware of Trooper. I always thought they were mostly harmless, a mere product of the 80s CanCon that made Bryan Adams a star.

For years I thought the line 'a night of love, was all we knew' was ' a mynah bird, was all we knew.'