The Hairy Edge

This is my life: Creating videos, living with 2 border collies, living with Collette, watching too many movies, not reading enough books, and constantly baffled by how they get the caramel in the Caramilk bar

Monday, April 26, 2010

WHAT WOULD EYJAFJALLAJOKULL DO?

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Some of you may be familiar with the little mind game called: What would Jesus do? For Christians, it's a way of dealing with sticky mor...
Saturday, April 24, 2010

LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT SEX, BABY

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Welcome, my friends, to Ontario Vatican. Or Toronto Mecca. Or Temple GTA I think I have been living under a serious delusion. Somewhere alon...
Sunday, April 18, 2010

THE WHEELS ON THE SELFINVOLVEDRULEBREAKINGSNOTTY VEHICLE GO ROUND AND ROUND

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Bicycles and politicians and the environment oh my! Bicycles. In the city. In my city and your city. Here we go Before I begin this rant (an...
Saturday, April 10, 2010

NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO, THERE YOU ARE

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OK, you have to love any post you begin with a quote from Buckaroo Banzai But the quote actually does pertain to what I want to talk about. ...
Thursday, April 8, 2010

THE ROLLER COASTER OF LOVE

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Wow It has been a crazy last few days. We have been on an emotional roller coaster, with Miss Hayley at the controls. Sort of. Monday, she s...
Saturday, April 3, 2010

WHO'S CITY IS IT

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What makes a city Is it the buildings that fill it. Is it the industries that purposed it. Is it the people that inhabit it. Is it the histo...
Thursday, April 1, 2010

ART GALLERY OF ONTARIO MORE TYRANNICAL THAN PHAROAH: TUT,TUT, TUT

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This week Collette and I decided to check out the travelling expedition of King Tut that is currently being held at the Art Gallery of Ontar...
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Victor Kellar
Sometimes I am a video editor who sleeps in the hull of an old U-Matic deck and subsists on lightly buttered B-rolls Sometimes I am a writer and poet who would rather think it than write it Mostly I am a barely reformed hippie, co-owner of a border collie and lucky enough to have lived for over twenty years with someone who has a good enough sense of humour to know that I think I have one too
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