What the actual fuck? I’m actually writing a piece for The Pickup Truck Diaries? What year is it? Right, it’s a new year. Sure. Okay! We’d best get to it then, because clearly there are too many prompts for this one episode of The Pickup Truck Diaries to contain in the mere three-thousand-word...
I'm excited to announce a new podcast project today! This one is a bit personal to me, as it's a project I've been mulling over, off and on, for like half a decade now. So I'd like to introduce you all to "Dave's Itty Bitty Dilly Dally," a storytelling...
Welcome back to The Pickup Truck Diaries! I feel like even though I’ve written over twenty of these articles over the last few years, I’ve still been neglecting this series somehow. After all, I really only want to engage with topics that I’m both passionate about or educated on in some way, but...
Welcome back, friends. Let’s do a little exercise together, right at the start of this one. Just you and me. I want you to pause, self-reflect, remember, and consider the last time you felt proud or accomplished. Interpret the scale or scope how you wish. Could be a single thing from just today,...
Buckle up kiddos, because this one is a rabbit hole and a half, and god forbid you play your part of Alice somewhat well, eh? Today we’re talking about both efficiency AND symbolism, insofar as they relate to both individual meaning within the Zeitgeist around us, and an increasingly rapid...
It’s been a while, but welcome back! This time in The Pickup Truck Diaries, we’re going to take a look at the wide world of entertainment, news, media, and production! There’s a whole lot of nuance here, ranging from small-time indie internet sensations, to enormous corporate giants - long bought...
Now… I’ve been sitting on this one for a while. Almost a year, in fact. That’s largely because about a year ago I was in the middle of making my exit from the fucking gongshow that is public education in Canada. And trust me - at least here in British Columbia? Public education is a...
Ready to piss some people off? Good! Because so am I. See, I don’t really feel bad about annoying some of the most powerful institutions in the world. Some of them have dominated wide swaths of humanity for literally thousands of years, suppressing independence, science, and individuality. ...
How simplistic! How droll! How utterly expected of the human race. Settle in, folks, this might be a long one. As a social outcast, and especially as a neurodivergent disabled person, I’m well-used to the proliferation of such simplistic ideas as good and evil, as if the universe wasn’t a...
DRUGS! Scared yet? Expecting me to shit on addicts with the tired old trash of being lazy, weak-willed, or lesser-than? Fuck that. We all know how much stigma there is around the topic of drugs and addiction. It deserves to be spoken to. For education first and foremost. So… Fair warning about...
Bodies suck. Really, they do. And before your mind goes somewhere dirty, I’m talking about the general annoyance of human biology. From periods to poop to piss to immune system shenanigans, the human body is a pathetic meat sack with only a modicum of sentience and self-aware intelligence going...
If you’re expecting me to tell you not to be disappointed in this edition of The Pickup Truck Diaries, you’re going to be disappointed. Ha! After all, I come from a life of nothing BUT disappointment, in which being a strange neurodiverse person in a small town frequently made me an outcast....
Well fuck. This is part two in the: “I’m moving and processing said move through my writing.” By which I mean I’m really grappling with some pretty big issues of legacy and the saga of a family. Which isn’t exactly what I expected. See, I always thought when I moved, I’d write this big...
Fuck me. A lot has happened in a relatively short while, so this one might be a little personal, but honestly… That’s kinda what these Pickup Truck Diaries are about, right? Using the context of my strange and well-lived life to provide some sort of awareness or education, and maybe a forced laugh...
Fuck you! That was the essence of punk in some circles, honestly. To be egregious, offensive, and downright startling. To defy anybody who would try to exert control over others. Be it the tats, the hair, the piercings, or the style, punk emerged in the 1970s in both North America and the UK as a...
I put this off for a while. Actually, this was likely originally going to be one of the first articles in this ongoing, sporadic series, but there were a number of things to consider. First, how do I appropriately anonymize my experiences so that nobody gets all pissy? Secondly, how do I...
Aight, so this edition of The Pickup Truck Diaries comes to you fresh from the Red Deer Alberta Montana’s, because I really wanted Steak and Eggs. (Unfortunately, they only had the Steak.) Well, we got halfway there at least. And my lavishness means I’m definitely treating this trip like my own...
This new millennium sucks a whole bag of dicks. Maybe it’s me. I don’t remember my childhood fondly for many reasons, between being assessed into the ground by the system to no avail, or in running through the same cyclical patterns of trauma against my will or even my awareness or knowledge....
Welcome back. This probably ain’t your first rodeo with me here on The Pickup Truck Diaries, but to be honest, I don’t have enough horseback riding experience to know much of a difference! I mean, that’s largely because I’m used to running machines several magnitudes larger in size, with no mind...
Uh oh! This article has “sex” in the title! Everybody, start panicking! Scream! Run for cover! Because lo and behold anyone even attempts to have an honest conversation about their identity these days, right?! See, we just ended pride month, meaning the wide variety of Fortune 500 companies that...