Embarrassment
That's Entertainment
For those who don't live in the Canadian province of Ontario, the Niagara Region in Ontario, or let alone anywhere in Canada... let me tell you about a store called That's Entertainment. It was Niagara's favorite one stop shop for movies, games, music, and snacks. It was located at 353 Lake Street in Saint Catharines, Ontario. It ran from September 1989 to June 2022. It literally ran for 33 years. You read this right. The store literally lasted longer than rental giants like Blockbuster Video, Bonanza Video, and Rogers Video. It even survived the streaming platforms. So, what happened? It couldn't overcome being shut down during the COVID-19 pandemic. It closed it's doors this year and despite being a cinephile who still prefers buying his favorite movies on Blu-Ray and now 4K Blu-Ray... I COULDN'T BE ANY HAPPIER! But why?
By Cody Fairless-Lee3 years ago in Confessions
The Bleep-Bleep Email
While employed in a small firm as a receptionist, there were many times when I was bored to the point, I felt like taking a nap. Nope, not allowed. Well, of course, it’s not allowed! How would it look if someone came through the door looking for my boss? Hence, naps were not allowed. Neither was doing a crossword puzzle or reading a book. If we had no work, we had to invent it. Oh well, how to amuse myself and push my boredom aside? That was a huge question. Especially since I worked for an enormously strict lawyer. In the time I worked for him, I never once saw him in a good mood. Was it the job that always had him see foul days? Was it just his personality? No idea!
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Confessions
Parking for Dummies
The other day my buddy Ben told me, rather sheepishly, that he couldn’t find where he had parked his car at the airport the previous weekend. He said he searched each level of the airport parking garage for an hour before giving up and taking a taxi home, to the tune of $90.
By Don Waitt3 years ago in Confessions
Shifting Mortality
You said we are equals but is that true now? You become two while I’m stuck in one. I was warned about you and set to prepare for practice. You hide behind your words as if it’s your superpower. You treat a pet like a child, with negative reinforcement with toxic words. Like a toy you’re willing to throw it away when it gives you more trouble than peace. Similar to a newborn child, the pain comes more than the pleasure. The joys arrive in between the annoyance. Babies need patience and guidance—no torment and neglect. Like a fire when you see a spark, you’re ready to blow it all up and go for the tragedy. Damaged thoughts rage in as the unthinkable surfaces.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
Solo Meal Dates Should Be More Common
Often times have been lonely times. I'm a person that left my home country and has seemed to lose all the so-called friends I had in the US. When I'm in the states, I'm currently afraid to call it America because of a few people arguing that the two continents and all 35 countries are called "America".
By IwriteMywrongs3 years ago in Confessions
My Life At 30 Years Old
So I pull a "fuck it" and let my hands flow on the keyboard, let my brain tell me what to write. I wanted to write about how great it is to be 30 years old, I wanted to write that I don't understand those who complain now that they have reached this age, but instead I will write about myself. Because I rarely write about myself.
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
A Shitty (literally) Incident That Happened To Me at The Vienna Train Station
--- Whatever, that being said, let's take a short break from the travelogue of the 30 days in Europe and move on to the tragicomic happenings that happened, obviously, in Vienna. The main one, I say, which I consider the cherry on the cake of disappointments in this city, and a small one, but still shitty…
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
Running Away (Literally) From Failure
7 hours into a 50km ultramarathon and my body is screaming. Each foot fall feels heavy and swollen, my hips want to lock in place and my legs protest every stride. Meanwhile the aches run up and down my spine searching for a way to break my posture. They find it beneath the straps of my camel pack where they settle in, straining my neck and shoulders until all I could do was sag.
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Confessions
