Maxed Out

Suppose you work like a dog, trying desperately to cram three weeks of work into a single week in a pointless attempt to stave off facing six weeks of piled-up work when you get back from your one week holiday – feel free to diagram that if you

So let’s suppose for a minute you’re a parent. Hey, for a lot of you, this shouldn’t be much of a stretch; you are parents. But let’s suppose for a minute you’re a parent of a boy child.

Well, here we are, another year. And while it may seem like 2005 was several years long, it actually went by in a blink of an eye. Okay, it went by like a sharp stick in an eye.

Well, here we are, another year. And while it may seem like 2005 was several years long, it actually went by in a blink of an eye. Okay, it went by like a sharp stick in an eye.

When I was as small a child as I can remember ever being, well before I understood Christmas to be the stressful holiday it seems to have become for adult people, the days leading up to the Big Event filled me with one overriding fear.

The deja vuness of it all didn’t really strike me until I drove down to Vancouver on Monday. There’s another election coming.

"This is the best helmet on the market," said the fresh-faced, painfully young, terminally bored sales associate, clerk, retail assistant. "But I’d really like to try on some others," replied my Perfect Partner.

By G.D. Maxwell The GLC was awash in a mood of jubilant doom as Mickey’s hands pointed to eight o’clock Saturday night.

Memorandum To: Bob Barnett From: Max RE: Returning to cute dog and cat stories Hey Boss. Boy were you ever right. I mean, when you’re right, you’re right. Guess that’s why you’re the Voice of Reason. Wise beyond your age, that’s you.

By G.D. Maxwell Well, it’s crunch time in the campaign for Whistler’s next mayor. Before plunging into the murky depths, I’d like to thank all seven candidates for running.