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Tales from the (sort-of resurrected) inbox

Tales from the (sort-of resurrected) inbox

Though email was created in the early 1970s, it remained the rather exclusive domain of pioneering techies until the early-to-mid 1990s, when it was rolled out as a feature by early commercial internet service providers.
On getting it wrong...

On getting it wrong...

As challenging as this last week has been for almost anyone with a Telus email address—and particularly for me—it seems it's time to purge and do a semi-regular Tales From the Inbox column.
When what you say may not mean what you say

When what you say may not mean what you say

Words are so weird it's a wonder any clear idea ever gets communicated using them. This, of course, is a terrible admission for someone who writes words and gets paid for it but familiarity has, perhaps, bred contempt.
America was great once

America was great once

A 21-year-old , obsessed by what he considered an invasion of Texas by Hispanics, walked into a Walmart last Saturday with an automatic weapon and several hundred rounds of ammunition and killed 22 people and wounded a couple dozen more.
Let's make BC Day our own!

Let's make BC Day our own!

This weekend, Canadians from coast to coast to coast—with the notable exception of Quebec—will celebrate ... well, let's just leave it at that. They'll celebrate. Canadians aren't really very good at celebrating. It makes us uneasy.
It's hurry up and wait ...

It's hurry up and wait ...

They may still not smoke marijuana in Muskogee—no doubt preferring opioids—but if so, it must be about the last place on Earth.
Wascally wodents ... meet their match

Wascally wodents ... meet their match

I am not a violent man. Ornery, crabby, opinionated and cynical, but not violent. I religiously believe in turning the other cheek. If the other cheek doesn't work, I'm usually quick to drop my trou and give 'em the full moon. But I am not violent.
Deadly pollution does 
not respect borders

Deadly pollution does not respect borders

A number of years ago I returned to Ontario to spend a couple of weeks paddling in Killarney Provincial Park. Killarney occupies a small swath of the coast of Georgian Bay.
When polls are meaningless ...

When polls are meaningless ...

Oh, Canada! The angst. The agony. The complete and utter dissatisfaction. The revulsion. From coast to coast to coast, Canadians are frustrated, overwhelmed, and, well, simply pissed off at pretty much everything.
You can't make this stuff up ...

You can't make this stuff up ...

"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" – C. Little And so it was. Notwithstanding the sky didn't actually fall on Chicken Little's head, soon after the fable was finished the axe did fall on her head.