No Longer Stranded

Been much too long since I’ve done a stream of consciousness post, no? Am sitting in bed and tapping this out as Mrs. Stranded crushes candies on her mobile beside me. A comfortable time, indeed. And I blame Mrs. Stranded for things being so comfortable. It is an odd circle as this is what was the original intent behind the …

I Still Want To Believe

When the X-Files debuted in the fall of 1993, I was living with my aunt and uncle in Calgary. The first episode I watched with my aunt.¬†We both enjoyed the first episode, watching Mulder and Skully having evidence given to them and then ripped from their possession in an “accidental” motor inn fire. My aunt is staunch Catholic, by the …

The Evolving Atheist: Mysterious Endings

Initially written on January 16, 2014 I know…I know…you were all expecting the continuation of The Evolving Atheist in the same tone as the rest…but this one is different. As I begin typing this one out, this was not what I expected either. The waiting room is rather dark and mysterious feeling. Although, considering what they do in this place, …

The Evolving Atheist: A Review of Tattoos

Yes, all five have been posted somewhere on here…in fact all five were for previous Sinful Sunday posts. There were five tattoos on the Atheist Man… it seems no others lurking on this body anywhere else…but it is time for review. So, for the first time in one place and in the correct timeline order and including a brief description …

The Evolving Atheist: Finding Dawkins

The Pagan boy stood in the greenhouse awaiting his bride. The justice of the peace was behind him. His brother was beside him. His daughters each wore white dresses with blue lace and carried small bouquets of blue flowers. Some family and friends were seated in the rows of wooden chairs. It was a sunny Friday afternoon and this was …

The Evolving Atheist: Imperfectly Perfect

He listened to his wife scream the words “Fuck you!” into the phone. His mother was on the other end. His mother had come over earlier asking to take her granddaughter for a walk to the local mall. She had taken the stroller and toddler and off they went. This had all happened before the Pagan boy had arrived home …

The Evolving Atheist: Good Times and Delusions

In April of 1994, the Pagan boy got off a plane and walked back into Pearson International Airport in Toronto. He felt defeated. He had attempted to make a go of it on his own and was returning to the home nest at 24. He was given a small room in his parents’ apartment. He was given access to their …

The Evolving Atheist: Retracing Youth

It was August of 1991 and the good Catholic boy was flying back to Calgary with one of his school friends. There was a townhouse waiting for them that the boy’s parents had purchase in Calgary’s northeast neighborhood of Dalhousie. One of the boy’s cousins, a realtor, had brokered the deal and was waiting on the other end to take …