Lately I’ve been receiving mail from Reader’s Digest claiming that I am part of this 1% group who could be potentially be a winner of their $500,000 cash grand-prize. They’ve offered to pay for my trip to Montreal this spring for their draw. All I have to do is reply with the materials they’ve supplied to say YES! I want to enter.

Wow, really? I’m impressed.

Not with the whole possibility of winning $500,000, but with how legitimate the packages look. They went out all with making it look all real and trustworthy. Normally, I think a scam letter would probably have a picture of some doof’s face shaking hands with some corporate looking person holding a gigantic check. Well, Reader’s Digest included one of those too but they also added a 11″x 24″ foldout with cheque looking-things on it as well as stickers with my initials on it.

How did I get the privilege to be on a mailing list of such a legitimate scam?

To avoid extreme awkwardness, I highly warn against anyone sitting down when seeing Diamond Rings perform live.

I feel like tofu, whatever that means.

An issue of The Walrus sitting behind my magazine pouch.

I encountered a little plastic bag when I crossed the street on the way home. It was the lightest and most playful bag I’ve seen in a long while. When I stepped forward, it pranced a few steps ahead of me. When I finally caught up to it, it went on the other side of me looking backwards to see if I was following. When I turned the corner, it followed me like it wanted more.

“yeah, it’s been awhile, since I stared at the stars”