I’m a 33-year-old Canadian writer living in Victoria, British Columbia.

I live a pretty charmed life all things considered. I’m not bragging; I know a lot of people who don’t think my life is all that charmed, but I’m a big picture kind of guy. Life could be worse, that’s all I’m trying to say.

My wife is remarkably cool and far too good for me. We have a dog named Luke (Pug-Jack Russell mix) who is both my best friend and arch enemy rolled into one, and I get to work from home. That last bit is what affords me the opportunity to do things like write this blog.

I have a pretty solid aptitude for things like pop culture, sports, books, and random bits of information that could end up on Jeopardy, but failed miserably at Statistics and French in university. For the record, there is a grade below an “F” at the university level.

I’m not sure whether I’m funny or not. I think I am, and some other people share that feeling — not just my wife — but other people tend to stare at me quizzically from time to time.

I also get “The Stink Eye” from 85% of males between the ages of 18-35. I have no logical explanation for this, since I’m not flipping them off and don’t look particularly crazy, dangerous, or lecherous, at least not as far as I can tell.

I like watching people, commenting on the ridiculousness of life and society, making fun of myself, Dexter, The Big Bang Theory, mixed martial arts, reading good books, everything ever done by David Fincher, Christopher Nolan, and Jason Reitman, and cooking.

Hopefully, you’ll find me entertaining or horrible enough that you keep coming back just to see the carnage.

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