Highly caffeinated. Extremely opinionated. Poorly filtered.
There is a very specific kind of social whiplash that comes with being the youngest parent in the room. If you looked at my life right now, it looks like a textbook, beautifully chaotic family scene: my wife, myself, and our two boys. We are currently fully submerged in the
slice of life
Hitting 40 means realizing your body is now a finicky vintage car requiring specialized fluids and a gentle idle. Welcome to a nightly logistics shift mass-producing overnight oats to satisfy corporate health compliance, all while arguing with Gemini about whether your back pain is a kidney stone.
hockey
Tryout season is finally over, but the drama persists. From $20,000 "sponsorships" for kids who can't skate to bench-boss nepotism, I’m hanging up the hockey dad whistle for seven days to focus on my Napoleon grill and a cold beer.
hockey
From hormone chicken to $20,000 bribes, read why tryout season is a coaster of skipped CD-ROMs and 3.5% convenience fees.
reviews
I finally did it. After five long years of staring out the sliding glass door at a structural hazard, I got the deck fixed at the end of last year. For half a decade, I watched those boards slowly crumble into sawdust, a constant reminder of my own domestic procrastination.
alcohol
Back in my day—and by "my day," I mean about fifteen years ago before the internet decided to colonize every niche hobby—you could actually walk into a liquor store and buy a bottle of Japanese whiskey without needing a second mortgage or a blood sacrifice. Then
finance
There is a very specific flavor of morning anxiety that only exists for people who invest in individual stocks. It’s that 9:31 AM twitch—that frantic thumb-swipe before your first coffee has even hit your bloodstream—to see if a 2:00 AM "galaxy brain"
technology
By: Felix (The Guy Who Just Wants to Buy a Thing Once) I thought I was being disciplined. I really did. I remember the "Great Purge" when I swore I’d cap my monthly overhead at a few essentials. I had the basics: Netflix, Spotify, Google Drive, and
cars
Welcome to March Break—or as hockey parents call it: The Great Logistics Trap. While the rest of the civilized world is currently sipping something with a tiny umbrella in Mexico, we’re hunkered down in the GTA. Why? Because booking a flight during playoffs is a form of financial
hockey
Another season of minor hockey is skidding to a halt. Before we hang the puck-marked white jerseys up to dry—or more likely, before they walk themselves to the laundry room out of sheer bacterial sentience—let’s recap the chaos. The Goal: Beyond the "Tiger Parent"
Listen, I’m a Millennial dad living in Canada, which essentially means my life is spent in one of two states: hunched over a laptop or oscillating between driving to and standing in a hockey rink. My personal time is near non-existent; when I do find a spare minute,
Remote-working multitasking wizard by day, millennial dad by night, and unpaid Uber driver for two minor hockey stars in between. A dedicated collector of expensive toys and luxury gadgets, fueled by hockey rink fries and the absolute best food and alcohol the world has to offer. Highly caffeinated. Extremely