I used to hate working out - until I learned how to do it properly.

So far, Vancouver is my favorite relocation city. It feels like home. Parts of it remind me of the east coast. It's very clean. The food is great. And the people are lovely. Not that I didn't love working in other glamorous locations like Downey, Detroit, Cleveland or Bulgaria... but, damn, it is fun to be Canadian.

I am much more productive late at night because I have no one to look to for entertainment aside from myself.

Why do I always choose the shopping cart with the squeaky wheel? Is it my bad luck, or are all the carts dysfunctional?

I'd like to think, if I was ever in a fight, I'd win, although I'd probably run in the opposite direction.

I thought that I'd have a briefcase-and-power-suit career.

I laugh at what I used to think was cool when I was growing up. In all seriousness, I thought having braces was cool.