Apparently, I eat babies

And here I make another attempt to create a blog entry with an image in it.

This photograph was taken at the CNE about two months ago. The guy on the right is my friend Owin Lambeck; that’s his wife, Irena, behind the camera; and that’s his daughter, Maja, looking at something interesting off to the left. And that’s me, the Canadian Lemming his own self, lurking over the back of the stroller. Great Gretzky’s ghost, I look evil in this shot. If I should die, think only this of me: that there’s some corner of your closet I’m going to leap out from and eat you all up if you don’t brush your teeth before going to bed.

I was born to be the weird uncle. I’m comfortable with that.