A Clown On Fire
Clowning
They Will Get You in the End
I say fuck the children. Fuck ‘em. —George Carlin, You Are All Diseased My sister was a tiny weeny little kid when she dressed Wicket, my BFF Ewok figurine, in Cabbage Patch Kids clothes, and lullabied the action figure to sleep with the promises of a dog named Rover. As far as I can remember being violently repelled … Continue reading
USB Port in the Storm
Keen I ain’t about email exchanges, chatting, texting, and the traditional phone conversation. I don’t talk much to the outside world unless it’s through Facebook or WordPress. Or when someone knocks who’s not a bailiff, private investigator, Mormon, or a cloaked figure holding a scythe. It’s not that I am anti-social—I’m the poster child of … Continue reading
Diapers and Brimstone
Our daughter’s real name is Poppy. The critics seem unanimous in their verdict: Poppy as a name sucks choda. “She will be teased as a teenager“. “It’s so… hippyish“. “She’s a heroin addict“. “Why not Apple while you’re at it“? Yet, in my neck of the woods, Rose, Jasmine, Lilly, Daisy, Iris and Violet are all fair game. … Continue reading
Everything in Its Right Place
A Clown on Fire celebrated its one year anniversary last month. For the event, I did zilch. I did ask bloggers to create fan art, and bloggers did create fan art. And one vlog. I plan to use them soon. Promise. But for now… I have recently introduced the idea of writing the internet. I’m … Continue reading
A Canadian In Gunland: Welcome to the Coolest Flyover State Ever
Ahhhh, Denver, Colorado. The birthplace of Trey Parker, Matt Stone, and yours truly, Highest Form of Whit. AKA the city where dick jokes were invented. AKA the Coolest Flyover State Ever. Welcome, welcome. Please, come join me. Leaving the airport with Le Clown, I tried desperately to assure him that Denver is not a psychotic … Continue reading
Le Cajun Clown With Balls on Fire
I’ve been having a ball meeting up with bloggers in their real-life forms lately, and I am soon to be meeting up with them in bulk. But, there was one blogger in particular who I just had to meet one on one. I invited the puppet master of blogland, Le Clown, to come down the … Continue reading
Five Dirty Words
This post was inspired by Ross Murray. This post should have its mouth washed with soap. Fuck. The universal swear. Used in over 6800 languages, you’ll hear it in movies, songs, and out of the mouths of children. You can even read it in the Bible: Fuck is more popular than herpes at a frat … Continue reading
Sharing the Wealth
Le Clown doesn’t post during weekends anymore: traffic is slow, I wake up late(r) now that my daughter sleeps through the night, and there’s a life out there, with bright shiny flashing lights begging me to get closer—so, very alluring. Bloggers have been sharing links to their blogs on my Carnies’ Corner section; it’s been a … Continue reading
A Sad State of Affairs
There was a time when Montreal ranked among the world’s best summer cities, and one of the top 10 best cities to visit…if you’re fluent in French, and aren’t planning on posting your vacation pictures on Instagram. Last Wednesday, Jennifer Pawluck, a 20-year old Montrealer, was arrested for posting a picture of an anti-police graffiti on … Continue reading
This Ain’t No April Fools
This blog is called A Clown on Fire. On A Clown on Fire, there’s a section called Read This First. Have you read it? Just in case it wasn’t enough, there’s also an About page. Read that one? The main character of this blog is called Le Clown. Merriam-Webster: Clown: a rule ill-bred person / a fool, jester, … Continue reading
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