Most people are more afraid of public speaking than they are of death; and in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, ‘That means that people would rather be in the casket, than giving the eulogy.’
Really! Really? Seriously? Why?
Okay here’s a bit of history; I figured out in about grade 2 that during school, any oral presentations are perfect opportunities to make the other kids suffer really enjoy my speech, because they are a captive audience. They can’t go anywhere and nobody liked detentions, so they’d shut up and at least look like they were listening.
I can remember making over half the class come up and help me do my movie review of Return to OZ. We were allowed to do a ‘quick’ reenactment, which would have been fine but nobody else had ever seen the movie. (If YOU haven’t, why not?) Nothing like making Amanda and Joseph crawl around on all fours making a squeaky noise like the wheelers. HA!
Anyways what I am trying to get at is that the worst thing that happened was the teacher pulled the pin and suggested perhaps picking something a little less involved for my book review the following week. I wasn’t given a bad mark either, even though it really did suck as far as presentations go.
I got top marks in grade 11 by flinging old Girlfriend magazines around and playing a Little Pattie song, – He’s my blonde headed stompy wompy real gone surfer boy – (Yes, that’s the name of the song) The argument I made was the negative impact of the objectification of women in the media. I made the other kids sit up and take notice, right up until I played that song. *evil grin* then the suffering element came into play. I LOVED it.
Then we move into the cover band days when there was no teacher, there was no one there to smooth over any nerves I may have had before a gig.
There was however alcohol, swearing, heckling and walk outs. But even when I was stepping out of the way from some drunken screwball slipping in the mud onto the stage I still remembered that I can make them all suffer… with the first line of the Offspring song, Pretty Fly For a White Guy. The collective moan was music to my ears. But they sang along.
I have taught craft classes with varying degrees of success, and I judge my success by the enjoyment of the participants… and their ability to laugh when I let them know I was about to make them suffer. (Trying to teach them how to make chain mail or a dream catcher)
So I guess by now you’ve worked out that my brand of making people suffer is to get them to smile, step outside what they would normally do, have no shame and to try something new, or just to be happy being a dag.
Sure I still get nervous, I shake like a leaf in the middle of a cyclone, and you know what though…? As long as I have the ability to make people suffer with a smile I’m happy. There is nothing to it.










Have a boyfriend (or girlfriend)? Been dating for a while? Not sure what to do on dates anymore? Well, no need to fear! I’ve set up a WHOLE list of different, and cheap date ideas!
play the last hole (because the golf ball goes into the hole, and gets taken away!) we can go back to hole one, and play as much as we want!
6. Buy two cheap $1 Kites.
and ready to go for our GRAND OPENING on MONDAY!
Speculative fiction has been inundated with the undead element for decades; we’ve all seen our fair share of evil zombies, vampires, werewolves, ghouls, ghasts and ghosts. Even a few mummies have risen from the crypt in the last decade or so to try and scare the pants off us.
City Watch series where the undead comprise a large part of the city’s police force, including a ghoul cafeteria lady.
What do all these stories have in common? Besides the fact that they are all fantastically written stories full of plot, action and humour? The main characters are not just undead but members of my Friendly Dead category.
Hey Ya’ll, I just want to start off by saying sorry that this post is a bit late. I had a rough day yesterday (headache, and lots of school work), and couldn’t find the time to make this post. But I’m feeling tons better today, and I’m ready to go! This isn’t going to be a very long post, promise! I always feel like I babble about a lot of random stuff, that probably doesn’t have anything to do with our topic of the week, or that you guys even care about. I’m really trying my best not to do that, but whenever someone gives me the chance to talk, I take the full opportunity, until someone shushes me, and I quietly sit back down. I think I’m doing it right now… Anyways!! Tomorrow isn’t just any Saturday, nope! It’s something veeeery special! It’s myyyyyy BIRTHDAY! I’m turning seventeen, isn’t that just bananas?….I feel really old. (I hope I can blow out all of my seventeen candles, and get my wish.) Sadly, my brother is off in college, so he won’t be able to spend it with us, but he’ll probably call me and sing Happy
Birthday over the phone. My friend Joyce took me to the movies today to see 














