Author: Michael Murray

On Saturday Rachelle and I took a friend of ours to the Ontario Science Center to see the exhibit Body Worlds. This show, entitled The Story of the Heart, featured the preserved bodies and body parts of deceased people that had been prepared using a technique called plastination. I have to admit, I went there…

On Tuesday night, I went to the Walkley Road Bowling Alley, with some naïve and cowardly friends who had asked me if I would help teach them how to become better five-pin bowlers. (A teaser for my instructional video will be available soon on YouTube) Without incident, I was able to instruct these people on…

The building that Rachelle and I live in is over 100 years old, at one time serving as a rather grand hotel, and later, as a rather slummy hotel. Thousands upon thousands of people in varying stats of ecstasy and despair have passed through the space we now call home, and I have little doubt…

Blog entry from Heidi, Michael Murray and Rachelle Maynard’s Miniature Dacshund *********************************************** This year for Christmas Heidi want Guillotine death factory for mouse. Also want kit to build bomb to kill mouse that try to steal her food. For many nights, mouse live in den with Heidi pack. Heidi no invite mouse to be part…

In the hallway of the Park Hyatt Hotel, a tall and obese man with narrow, sloping shoulders walks toward the elevator. Slightly out of breath, he stands heavily by the doors, a crucifix hanging from his neck. A woman comes along after him, her socks matching her red sweater. As soon as she gets to…

As I stepped out onto Queen Street from my apartment, a little girl who was alone in a parked car spotted me and immediately locked her door. She smiled and waved, letting me know– in her way– that she was just following her parent’s instructions and not to take it personally. On the streetcar rumbling…

Last night, while returning home from the grocery store, I came across a piece of paper lying on the sidewalk. It had obviously fallen out of the pocket of a child who was returning home after school, as it said: My Wish List By Jennifer Jennifer had printed each letter with a different coloured magic…

Is a dog capable of sarcasm? You know, if you asked me that question a couple of years ago, I would have said no, but now that I have a disloyal and ungrateful dog, I believe that the answer to that question is yes. Last week, Rachelle’s sister Sommer stayed with us while she was…

  About a month ago, I wrote a letter to Alec Baldwin on behalf of my friend Shelagh Corbett. She was traveling to New Jersey to attend a court date (stemming from an incident at a nightclub on the Jersey Shore in the summer), and was hoping to get into Manhattan for a couple of…