I’ve The Perfect Halloween Cat

(Warning: lazy post)

Meet Elsa. She looks like a cat, but I’m sure she’s an alien in disguise. While she is at least double the healthy weigh for a cat (these pics do her so much justice, you have no idea), she’s managed to survived. Unlike many overweight humans, however, she can still jump onto high places, like this table.


Oh, you couldn’t see her inside all that bag?





That’s all I’ve got.

Happy Halloween!

Till Next,


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How Not To Get Those Pearly Whites

When I was a kid I hated brushing my teeth.

Like the rest of us, I’d been educated by my parents (and even in school) the benefits of brushing your teeth, how to brush your teeth and so on and so forth. I even knew that brushing could keep your smile looking like this:


It didn’t matter, though, how nice my smile could turn out to be. It didn’t matter how fresh my breath would smell. It didn’t even matter how healthy my mouth would be. You just couldn’t rationalize it with me. Those three minutes of brushing, God forbid twice a day, were just too much for me to handle.

I hated it.

Now, let me preface this next bit by saying kids do funny and strange things. Let’s leave judgements at the top of the post.


Was it this damned toothbrush? Which was almost always blue – unless it was Superman, in which case it would still be blue.

Nah. It couldn’t be. I didn’t hate the brush. It didn’t choose to have the job that it did. And I was certainly too young to consider who invented the toothbrush and why I might hate them.

No. Perhaps it was this thing:


Yes, the dreaded egg timer that mom made us use to ensure that we were brushing for three minutes. My brother cheated by flipping the timer before he even grabbed his toothbrush. My other brother cheated by flipping the timer for about thirty seconds and then flipping it back for another thirty seconds. But me? My plan to avoid the tooth brush was ingenious.

(This is where my sanity and ability to reason properly comes into question.)

I hated brushing my teeth so much that I would, honest-to-God, flip the timer and just stand in the bathroom until it ran out of sand.

There. Three minutes. I must’ve brushed because what else would I do for three minutes?

Mom got smart. Noticed the toothbrush wasn’t wet.

That’s alright. I got smarter.

Yeah, I wet that sucker and flipped the timer. And stood there for three minutes. Three minutes passed and I must’ve brushed. What else would I do in there for three minutes. Not to mention the wet toothbrush.

Not once did it ever occur to me that if I had to sit in the bathroom for three minutes to cover up the fact that I wasn’t brushing, I could’ve just brushed and got it over with.

I remember once or twice, though, when I decided to have some fun while sitting there for three minutes not brushing.

By fun, I mean rubbing toothpaste all over my face and using my brush as a razor. Yeah…..


Remember when I said kids do strange things and there are no judgements here? I mean it.

What possessed me to do this, I’ll never know. Well, actually, that’s a lie. I did it because I hated brushing. And when kids, and immature adults, hate doing something as much as I hated brushing my teeth, they will do anything and everything they can to avoid doing it.

Now, I really don’t know how long it lasted. It wasn’t long. Mom and Dad were too smart.

Damn parents.

And like all parents, they took a perverse pleasure in making their children do what they hated.

That has to be the reason I was yelled at until I brushed, doesn’t it? I mean, what parent is actually concerned about the health of their children.

Okay, before I piss off any parents out there, I should go.

I’m not sure if this is as funny for you as it is for me, but I laughed. If you didn’t, go read some other blog.


Till Next,


P.S. For any of you grossed out by the idea of me not brushing my teeth (I don’t see why you would be – you can’t smell my breath or see my teeth where you are) or those worried about my personal hygiene, you should know that they are in fine condition as of now. I mean, people are always giving me mints and gum, but that’s just because they’re nice, right?

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Thanksgiving Fun – In Pictures


Beautiful weather all month so far. No, I’m not driving while taking this photo. Yes, my check engine light is on. No, I’m not like Penny.


More fall colours. Yay. Please ignore the finger (just another sign of my poor photography skills).


Some reading. Finished this baby. It was fun.


Currently reading this baby. I’m like 0_0 It’s sooooo good. Surprisingly easy to read and follow, considering his other works.


We’re not sure if we should call him Obi-Bruce Kenobi…


Or Darth Brucius !


I tried. lol

Recipe for Marshmallow Things (Yes, That’s What I Call Them)

Melt together and keep warm (but not TOO hot):

-4 bars of Mackintosh Toffee

-1 cup of butter

-1 can of Eagle Brand condensed milk

Once completely melted into a gooey, toffee delicious-ness, dip in marshmallows (using a fork) and roll into finely crushed Rice Krispies Cereal. You’ll have to crush them a little finer than I did. 😛

Regardless of look, they taste like heaven. I’m not kidding. Angels eat this for breakfast.

Well, that’s all I have. That’s as exciting as it gets in my life.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Canadians out there and a ‘hah’ to the Americans (you’ve still gotta wait another month to eat that gobble-gobble-goodness).

Till Next,


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The First Poem That I Ever Wrote



I have a confession to make.

I never thought that I’d like writing poetry.

In fact, it’s even worse than that. I hated poetry. I never could have imagined myself writing anything that wasn’t a novel or a story.

It wasn’t because I didn’t understand poetry. I knew what it was all about. I’d even read a little bit, but I passed it off as something that I would never want to do. That wasn’t a way for me to express myself. Maybe it worked for that other guy, but I didn’t feel like I was that other guy.

It’s true that I’m a stubborn person. I’d be lying if I denied that.

I grew up on Science Fiction and comic book superheroes. Naturally, these things had a major influence on my writing. They still do. That’s probably why most of what I write is Science Fiction.

Can you imagine a young man like myself trying to dabble in poetry for the first time? It just didn’t happen for me. There was no Science Fiction in poetry. It was all about the emotions.

I don’t do emotions.



I mean, I did try poetry once when I was quite young, but I only wrote one poem and it was pretty bad. For years and years of my adolescence after that, I never even gave poetry a thought. I was convinced that it was not for me.

I could never have been more wrong. Here we are, not long after I first gave poetry a try, and I’ve already got an entire book of poems – and this is the just the tip of the iceberg.

You might be wondering what caused this sudden change of heart. Well, I wish I could say that I had some profound enlightenment of sorts, or that I was on the receiving end of some life-altering revelation.

The truth is, though, that it’s much more simpler than that, and I can’t take any of the credit. It’s owed to someone else.

I’m very close with my parents, and they read much of what I write. Between the two of them, I think they’ve read it all. Without a doubt in my mind, they are my biggest supporters, my greatest encouragers, my toughest critics and my biggest inspiration.

This is where I’d like to say that my parents inspired me to write poetry, but it involved a little bit more ‘pushing out the door’, so to speak.

One day, I was talking with my mother about writing, something that happens quite often. We had a conversation that I think I’ll remember for the rest of my life. She suggested to me that I should try writing poetry. My initial reaction was very negative. I had the same opinion that I’ve had my whole life.

Then she told me that I should expand my horizons a little bit, and try something different. Of course I countered with an argument. Why should I try it? What can it do for me? And, most importantly, if I’m happy writing novels, why do I even need to bother trying something else?



She disregarded everything that I had said, and simply stated something that really changed the way I think about poetry. In her words, she said to me, “You’ll never know if you like it if you don’t try. I think you will like it, and I even think you’ll be good at it. You have the brain for poetry.”

I decided to take my mom’s words on faith and give it a shot.

Needless to say, she was right about me enjoying it.

So, here you have it, the first poem that I ever wrote (and the namesake to this blog and my first poetry collection):



A Poem by William Louison



Twenty thousand pages

And I don’t know what they’re trying to say



Twenty thousand years of these

Just to remind me that I’ve changed



Twenty generations back

Only to show me the world’s not the same



Twenty thousand years lost

And there is no way to find it again



Twenty thousand pages

Still don’t know what they’re trying to say

Thanks for reading!

Till next,


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Starting Over

*Repost – I’m still here. Something new to follow soon.*

I know my blogging has been pretty much dead for the last couple of months, and I know for a few months before that – when I was still blogging – it wasn’t anything great. I remember telling all of you how much I wanted to take a break from blogging because my heart just wasn’t in it anymore. Life had taken me for one too many rides and I just needed some time

The truth of the matter is that my blog was beginning to stress me out. I felt like I was under pressure to POST SOMETHING EVERY DAY because that had been my goal. However, eventually my goal and enjoyment had become my nightmare. I started shying away from actually writing a post, and found myself “re-blogging” a lot more than I have ever have before. So, it was definitely time to take a break.

Well, when  I wanted to get back to blogging, life became quite tumultuous for a while, disrupting my, so to speak, blogging ‘comeback’. My brother was involved in an accident at work that left him heading to the emergency room with a crushed left hand. He lost half of his middle and ring fingers, but the real pain has been emotional. I rollercoaster ride that I’ve been taken on is nothing compared to what he had to go through, and will continue to go through for many months to come.

My brother is a musician in every sense of the word. He oozes music, and he lives to play. He has a huge drum set, keyboards and probably a dozen guitars. The revelation that he may never be able to play the same way that he used to  was a tough one for him to take. He still hasn’t quite coped, and I can tell that there is a dark cloud hovering over him that will probably outlast the healing process. I’m certain he’ll be able to play again, it will just take a little bit of re-learning what he already knows. But trying to see the positive when it’s you who lost two fingers is another story entirely. I just hope that he has the strength to keep a level head throughout this whole process. He may have lost two fingers, but the oil rigs can be a dangerous place to work. I just hope that he can appreciate what he didn’t lose.

I wish I could say that the tumult ended there, but I can’t. My brother is healthy and well; he is not going to die. I was over the shock of it shortly after I heard the news, and while I have thought about him in the last couple of weeks, I haven’t felt too stressed or depressed because I know that he will survive. No matter what else happens, this hand injury is not going to kill him. Taking everything I just told you into consideration, I think that it is safe to say my brother’s accident didn’t really hinder my efforts to get back into blogging. They my have delayed this process for a day or two, but not for weeks.

The real disruption to my blogging revolved around my sister and the immense sadness and stress I’ve been feeling for the last few weeks. You see, a few days after my brothers accident, my sister phoned me to tell me that she had been at a doctor’s appointment to remember. Her doctor discovered a small lump on her chest and, upon further examination, discovered that was, in fact, a tumour in her breast.

I really can’t explain to you the shock, fear and horror that I felt in that moment. Who would’ve thought that one second in time filled with half a dozen words would cause so much grief. At this point, her doctor was in no position to know whether the tumour was cancerous or not. All that she could do is refer my sister to a surgeon, who would have to take a closer and more thorough examination – whatever it is that surgeons do to determine this stuff.

I found waiting for her diagnosis extremely difficult. It really made me stop and think about life and death in ways that I never have before. My sister has always been one of my closest friends and I would be absolutely devastated if something were to happen to her. Especially since she is living across the country from me and I would be in no position to help her at all. I tried to be positive, but it seems like it is always the worst-case scenarios that come to mind in times like these. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bothered by these thoughts.

It really did interrupt a lot of my time. I found it was harder to do anything once I got home from work because my mind would focus in on what was going on with her. It’s definitely hard to deal with.

Last Friday my sister was able to see a surgeon. It is with immense relief and joy that I can say she is – as of this moment – cancer free. Her tumour is benign and not growing. Yet.

The yet is what frightened me. This surgeon told my sister that now that she has one tumour, more can quickly develop (over night) and while it is benign right now, there is a chance (not too high, but high enough) that it could become cancerous. I guess we have to wait it out and see what happens. For now, though, my sister is healthy and she does not have cancer.

So, it is with some peace of mind that I invite you all back to my blog. Please believe me when I say I am back to blogging, and I do have some great plans for the future and for my writing. But, for today, I want to say a big thanks to all of my loyal readers. You guys are amazing.

Before I go, I want to share with you this song, which kind of sums up how I feel right now.

Thanks for reading.

Till Next,


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