Every September 19th, myself and a bunch of others talk like pirates for the whole day. I often talk like a pirate on other days too, but rarely for the whole day.

I like reading books when I suspect that the author has autistic tendencies. I also think that the city of Halifax is extremely hot shit even though I've only been there for a few days of my whole life.

I wrote a novel once about a society of people who lived in the desert and worshipped their hands and stared at the sun until they went blind. There was also this weird part about a mountain full of these bizarre machines that did random stuff. The book sorta failed to answer the question of how they lived in the desert without food or water. I think at the time I endorsed the theory of 'suspension of disbelief'.