Maybe you get bad customer service because you’re a bad customer


And this is why I hate sales jobs… perfectly worded!

The Matt Walsh Blog

I could have taken a picture of you and posted it here to publicly shame you, but I didn’t. That’s because I am not trying to be vindictive, ma’am. I’d merely like to answer that question you posed. This can be what the politicians call a “teachable moment” for you and everyone like you.

See, I was in line at that particular fast food establishment yesterday. You probably didn’t notice me, I assume you didn’t notice any of us from the way you blatantly barged to the front. I was about to tap you on the shoulder and politely explain how lines are supposed to work in a civilized society, but I could tell you were in the throes of an ungodly rage. I figured this must be an emergency. My God, you were practically foaming at the mouth. I thought maybe someone at the counter had killed your dog…

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Decisions, decisions

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Aaah it’s so far away and yet I can’t stop thinking about it! A student exchange to England is in my future, and I am so excited to get back to the UK for a few months. Ah, but that’s the question… to do a single semester for 4~ months, or a full year? Guess I need to figure that out soon.

Pros of a full year: get to spend it in England (booya!) and have more opportunities to get over to the continent and explore (so much there…can’t even list all the fun times); more time to learn another perspective of the world and history; also more time to spend in research mode for heritage… stuff.

Pros of a single semester: less money spent (of course, but is this really an issue with dreams?); more time at my home university to learn the Canadian view; home for Christmas and with the family for longer; also more time with the horses and my birdies (a very big pro).

Do I really need cons for each? Nah, it will be an amazing chance either way, the only con I can think of anyways is I might need to catch up on some courses to finish my degree… but that is not a problem. I do love school, not many people would say that but I really do. Missed it so much I came back after graduating!

Well lots of time for the decision to be made. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a new painting of mine called ‘The Ward’, based from a picture I took in Ireland near Castle Ward. Beautiful land, you really feel like you’re in another time there. So I painted the gateway to the water, a pathway to another place. Felt like I needed to get some nature pictures out there too, though architecture always creeps back in. Not that I mind it to do so, I can never escape the pull of made objects and the natural world intertwining.


16 x 48, oil and spray paint!

16 x 48, oil and spray paint!

And by sleep we say to end…


I’ve awoken in terror the past few nights, but that’s the curse of knowing.  It haunts my dreams, the place where I’m supposed to escape, not fear the next days ahead. Asia will be put down. That probably doesn’t mean a lot to many, but the decision had to be made for this beautiful, friendly (sometimes) and sweet horse. I’m one of many that takes care of her, and that might be why it’s so difficult for me.

I was present when another horse was put to sleep – it’s part of taking in many older horses, to make good of their last few years and extend their happiness. I can still feel everything from that day so clearly, the image of her lying down for a final rest, the world quiet and peaceful for a few moments. It was the only time I’ve seen that, but I know it’s happened for many other loved animals before, including a few I personally cared about like they were my own.

And now it’s Asia’s turn. She’s old, and not in good shape, but it’s still so hard to see her go. I think of everything that makes her unique; the way her morning calls sound like a motor turning over, her impatience and messy stall (every stall she’s been in), how she’s a lazy but trusted ride, and everything else that I can’t describe but just know it’s Asia. I think of her end this week, but also everyone else’s: Glory, Cheyanne, Legacy… too many to count (and I’m the younger generation). With her goes another piece of my heart through a kiss on her nose I gave her at our last meeting.

I dreamed of a family member’s death last night, and the only chance I had to hold on was voluntarily (by them) taken away. Lucid dreaming, or the ability to control dream events, is something I can accomplish easily, but this one slipped beyond any moves I could play, and there was nothing to do but accept it.. in my own head! My body and mind betray me, and I must wait, mourn and let it pass away with time.

As long as I can see her, she’s still there. They all are. I never knew how true this was until the last few years, and I truly believe it so. They’re still here.



First blog, first post, time to venture into this dimension of expression! I thought I should enter this with a quote from the Tenth Doctor (yes, another sci-fi fan, but it’s so much more fun to dream about anything than be bound by limits!) to get on with this blog. I’ll write on more later as it’s been a long week of working, but a little about myself first: I’m (obviously) a writer, an artist, photographer, tattoo artist, almost anything creative I’ve done it. I will most likely put rants on here, opinion pieces, poetry and maybe a few paintings/sketches. Good night!