David Roddis

I'm a Canadian writer and artist. I take the pointless, dyspeptic ramblings that I bash out on my eight-year-old computer and lovingly craft them, chain-smoking, in my bathrobe, and often over a period of decades, into lovingly crafted dyspeptic ramblings. I use humor to avoid intimacy — so far, so good — and I've been assured more than once, and by different people, that my greatest gift to mankind is my living example of just how far narcissism can go without actually being fatal. So you can see that it would be to your advantage to fawn over me, shower me with compliments and generally suck up. Look, just do it, OK? Check out my website to read my blog and access my online store, Snatsch'nFoofer, on which I flog unenlightened, cutting edge merchandise (such as my book, preview available here on Issuu) with a view to achieving my lifelong dream: Sitting around all day doing nothing and getting paid for it. Thanks for stopping by!