Author: ScootyDub

Happy Sunday, Happy Sunday Bubbs! The first ever Bitcoin transaction occurred on January 12, 2009. My first Bitcoin transaction occurred on March 7, 2025. Let me tell you about it. I started hearing about “bitcoins” sometime in the mid-2010s. I was gifted a book about the blockchain in 2017 (it’s still unread on my bookshelf). For a decade, my intrigue about cryptocurrency was outweighed by intimidation. It all seemed so … technical. What is a crypto wallet? What is a seed phrase? What is a…

Happy Sunday, Do you remember where you were on Sunday, February 28, 2010? I know where I was. I was sitting on a couch in a crowded common area on the 4th floor of the Rundle residence building at the University of Calgary. The energy was tense. Every eye locked on the TV screen. Tied 2-2 with time ticking down in overtime. A big save at one end, and the puck goes the other way. It gets chipped into the corner, gobbled up in a give-and-go cycle, and sneaks back into the slot. Sidney Crosby…

Happy Sunday, I walked out the front door on a Wednesday. It’s around 2pm. The sun hangs low in the sky, shining bright in the faded blue backdrop. I head straight, south, across the street, and up the hill so the sun warms my face. I need the warmth. I feel cold, anxious, restless. For no reason in particular. Rounding the hill, across the next street, I pull out my phone to jot some thoughts. For a full block, I note how I’m feeling, searching for a why. Halfway through a sentence, I stop -…

Happy Sunday, We walked along the crowd divider all the way down to the edge of the pier. The divider stops short, and two lines merge into one throng of 15 people. The boat off the island holds nine. The first boat sputters in, but not to our spot on the dock. Twelve feet away, they rope off. Two people hop off. The boat peels away, and the throng looks on. The second boat pulls up a minute later. The boatman steps off wearing Blundstone boots and a navy blue fleece vest. I think his name…

Happy Sunday Reader, What started as casual Friday afternoon beers took a turn when I ended up in a jail cell. The only light shining in the cell was red. It was hard to see anything. But I could feel the handcuff on my wrist. And I could hear frantic, familiar voices coming close by. Three weak flashlight beams cut through crimson. Across the room, another Scott sat chained to a chair. D&D were shouting from the next cell. Sarah pulled my wrist with hers to find the first lock. The red clock…

Happy Sunday Reader, I’m writing sat next to a bay window. The sky is white gray. I can see three pumpkins zigzagged on four steps down to a faded red stone path edging along still-green grass peppered with crunchy dead yellow leaves. On the right, a tree stretches twenty feet high, branches still full of red berry bunches. I’m in Edmonton, two blocks south of the North Saskatchewan River, sitting in a tall chair in a mini home. I’m squinting out the window, looking for inspiration in the…