Lisa says there’s been something different about the clouds this summer, something more dramatic. Or maybe we’re just paying more attention? But last night, over Charlottetown Harbour, there was drama ...
In highschool, I wrote a recursive mail rule that sent a friend of mine millions of messages as a joke. I (accidentally!) repeatedly crashed the school’s mail server. The adults in my life were ...
I solved a mystery recently, an Icelandic folk mystery. Every time I plug my iPhone into any car other than my own car, Icelandic folk music stars playing. Specifically, the song Á Ferð Til ...
This morning we woke up at the shore with four teenagers expecting pancakes for breakfast, and no eggs in the pantry. At Lisa’s suggestion I texted our neighbour to see if he might have a few, and he ...