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Longlisted for the 2024 Leacock Memorial Medal for Humour. From the author of the popular online blog Mydangblog comes this compilation of strange stories, wacky adventures, and weird and wonderful thoughts. Topics range from the sublime (bizarre online ads and forklift fantasies) to the ridiculous (worst-case scenarios and more clocks than you can count) to the even more ridiculous (haunted bathrooms and questionable quizzes). Suzanne Craig-Whytock's absurdist sense of humour was borne out of a childhood watching Monty Python combined with a natural tendency towards anxiety and OCD, and it's on full display within these pages. She may not be good at math (among a lot of other things) but she's certainly mastered the art of laughing at herself, and now you can laugh right along with her.
The cover of this book is a visual representation of why my life is so weird, which is to say that I think I was cursed as a very small child by Santa Claus. And what led to this bizarre, albeit obvious, conclusion? A few years ago, my parents came over for my mother’s early birthday dinner. At the end of the evening, right before they left, my mother pulled a card out of her purse and said, “Ooh, I found this the other day, and I thought you might want it!” On the front of the card, it said, “Christmas Fairyland” and on the inside was a picture of me at the age of 2, sitting on the lap of a Santa Claus. “Oh, that’s cute,” I said. “Thanks,” and I put it aside.
READ MOREBut then the next day, I opened the card and took a closer look. And that’s when I realized that it wasn’t really Santa. I mean, I KNOW it’s not the real Santa Claus, obviously—what I mean is that I think the lap I was precariously perched on belonged to some kind of demonic creature a la Stephen King. (Note: I couldn’t put the accent on the ‘a’ in ‘a la’ because my keyboard is no longer bilingual. And that’s a whole other story. You can complain to my editor, but she’ll just say she doesn’t know how to make her keyboard bilingual. Because it’s me. I’m the editor. Anyway…).
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