Author: Michael Murray

Thursday afternoon while taking the VIA train back to Toronto from Ottawa, I checked in on my Twitter account and came across a post from a writer that I follow and respect, but have never met: “I can feel you judging me by my cover—and I don’t care,” her post said. This message led to…

Found Postcard There are band-aids and hair in the garbage can in the washroom at Dexter’s. Fly catching ribbon hangs from the ceiling. Single men in sleeveless undershirts sit at the bar. They stare at the TV and speak in short sentences, dreaming of lottery wins, landlord revenge and the waitress with the blonde hair…

As everybody knows, I get tons of fan mail. It can be a little bit overwhelming at this time of year, but all the same, as I am a hero, I get to every last piece of mail. Today the letter comes from Kellie Bobellie. Michael: I’m completely obsessed with NASA right now. No idea…

If forced to distill Christmas, I would choose to think of returning home from university in Montreal to my family in Ottawa for the holidays. I was young, 18 or 19, and ridiculously, I felt in full command of my life. Montreal was big and Ottawa was small and the future was an ever-stretching field…

As I’ve been the President of a UFO Club (FFSC– Friends of Flying Saucer Club) for almost 14 months, it’s my responsibility to pay close attention to all celestial activity. As most of you know, a full lunar eclipse took place over my “zone of observance” (Toronto) in the early morning hours of December 21st.…

On Sunday we went down to Yorkville to do a little bit of Christmas shopping and bathe in the luxury that all the stores promised. Madame Butterfly played boldly out into the day from an Italian restaurant and a silver Porsche– the engine revving conspicuously—circled the cramped streets with a predatory eye. Every second person…

December 17, 2010 Dear World Wildlife Fund: You think you’re so cool but you’re not. You are so not cool. Let me tell you why. The other day while fiddling around on the net, one of your stupid quizzes popped up in my mailbox. In spite of the fact that I am a very busy…

The other day I bought four postcards from an antique store on Queen East. Each one of the postcards were sent from New York City, by a man named Carter, to somebody named Matthew at an address in Kingston, Ontario. There were thousands and thousands of people on Fifth Avenue on Sunday. I was sitting…

As I am an inspiring Blog machine, I am often inundated with unique financial opportunities. The most recent one came via Santaletters.com, in which I was given the chance to write personalized letters from Santa– including intimate touches that only Santa would know, like the child’s best friend and hometown–to various children whose parents think…