You know what’s a question I hate?
“How are you?”
It’s so loaded.
Like the person isn’t just asking about your day. They aren’t asking about how your day job is. They aren’t asking if you spent eight hours of your day sitting at an ergonomically correct desk thinking about closing time. They aren’t asking if you spent four hours carefully crafting emails laced with images of cute animals being cute, so your co-workers know you are ‘fun loving’ and ‘deserve more money’. They aren’t asking if you if you went home and fell asleep on your couch while your roommate is bumping Carly Rae as he cleans the kitchen. …
When I moved to Ottawa in 2012, I think I was most excited for the four hour commutes back to Toronto. Every time I booked my Via Rail ticket, I thought it was going to be shit straight out of Hogwarts. I would get there to this mysterious platform, and wait outside in the balmy fall weather while conversing with others about how your carrier pigeon never really made it back after you drunkenly gave it a scroll to send the cutie pie in the other dorm. …
My parents are blessings and drove me down to bus station and as we exited the DVP, there were a row of buildings that have always meant a lot to me. I remember looking out of my window as a kid and just being in awe.
These buildings were the perfect art deco lofts with wide windows that let all the light in the world in and screams 'this is your place and you are free to roam at will'.
These buildings weren't sketches into a Toronto skyline, but their presence on the cusp of the downtown core as you exit the Don Valley Parkway is roaring. …
Fun fact and shameless not a podcast plug: I'm graduating in a few days. Wild, right? Like you've read this far without a grammatical error, apparently that's all I needed to do to graduate. Wild, right? I'm ready to enter adulthood and complain about my bike and pick up yoga because I am losing my centre but I want to stay youthful but still want to wear cargo shorts and get a blizzard from DQ and hide a tallboy in my cargo pockets.
It also means I've outgrown the six bedroom house and want to downsize a bit and hopefully get a backyard so I can grow my own peppers to make my eggs even better (I am your suburban dad goals). …
…that I have a podcast that even makes me cry?
Did you miss me? How have you been? Have you watched a good movie? What’s your favourite song right now? Which 90s reboot are you most excited for (if you say Gilmore Girls, we can be real life friends)? Are you hydrated? What are your thoughts on donuts? What are your thoughts on the mass restocking of vanilla coke in Canada (I cried when I walked into a corner store and saw the sweet nectar of the gods blessed upon me once again)? …
It’s no secret, I have a podcast. Actually, we just released our very first episode not too long ago. To be completely honest, the best part of getting this up for the people to hear, means I have to spend time listening to my own voice and have those memories of high school rush back into my mind.
As is it with most podcasts, we want to see how many people our podcast has reached. We care about how many downloads we have because that’s what sponsors want. This isn’t a story of how we got 100,000 downloads in 24 hours. …
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