Many years ago, a movie theatre custodian was sweeping litter from the
aisles after a midnight showing. Wedged under a seat near the front of
the theater he found a jumbo popcorn bucket. Inside the bucket was a
sleeping baby boy, swaddled in napkins, with flecks of popcorn in his
hair. The theater staff decided to raise him as their own, so he spent
his entire childhood sleeping in the candy display until he was old
enough to set out and see the world.
That baby was not Anders J. Svensson. Anders was raised by subarctic
lemurs in a cave somewhere in northern Alberta.
Today, Anders lives and works as a writer in Calgary, peddling a
cultivated brand of irreverence to anyone who will pay him the slightest
amount of attention. In addition to his freelance writing
(www.screamingman.com), Anders is an editor
and columnist for Alberta's most respected independant publication,
ScreamingMidget
(www.screamingmidget.com).
In his self-syndicated column Universal Remote, Anders draws from a
lifetime of weekly trips to the movie theater and goes on at length
about things that will have very little impact on your day.
