I should be somewhat thankful that I survived the second annual vodka night with only a dented pot lid and no permanent physical damage to my person.

But how six people went through more than four 26'ers of vodka without vomit all over my carpet still baffles me.

Why should lonely dudes have all the fun?

Now lonely ladies can browse the men of bride.ru

With fantastic weight loss products like this, how can americans still be getting fatter?

For those who find a man with a brain as sexy as I do, MacGuyver season 1 is now out on dvd.

This is really hot.

I've nothing really good to talk about, so I'll take this moment to bitch and moan for a moment.

Since taz (my heterosexual domestic partner) and I both like movies AND the internet, we signed up on Zip.ca to rent the shit out of a whole bunch of internet dvds. But, after over a week, we still haven't been able to order anything or get much of a response from their customer service department about why we can't rent anything. All we can deduce so far is that zip.ca ate our balls.

In other news, ever since our favourite coffee shop closed down at the end of december, byron and I have been roaming yaletown in search of a new default coffee provider with fairly poor results. Everyone in the neighborhood has a knack for selling overpriced shitty coffee. Somehow we've found ourselves going to 7-Eleven for the past few days and we're strangely satisfied, possibly by the 1/2 lb of sugar and hazelnut flavored cream I add to my drip.

Oh Thank Heaven.

I want an iPod shuffle.

And a pony.

I try not to judge too quickly, but the moment you spell the word "rediculous" is the moment I stop taking you seriously.

As seen on metafilter, Nathalia Edenmont's gallery of disturbing yet beautiful art conjures a moral dilemma.

While some state very simply that killing animals for art is wrong, we seem to kill animals and humans alike with even less regard on a daily basis.

The fact that we just ignore the rest of the killing doesn't make killing for art any worse than killing for oil.

I'm counting my third cold in as many months which is particularly aggravating.

My infection rate is outpacing that of a cum dumpster in a southeast asian port city.

The one good thing about brad and jen breaking up is that now there's TWO more single people out there I want to fuck.

Since I'm now a pro at it, here's my advice for how you can date a korean.

That picture is like a mirror image of me and the girl.

The complaints have started to show up in the mail, citing a lack of sarcastic, mean spirited posts here lately and it's easy to see where the problem lies.

I told the girl myself early on that relationships have a habit of killing even the best bloggers; those who aren't killed outright make infrequent visits to the battlefield with dulled blades.

It's not that the sarcasm or evil heart inside doesn't exist anymore, it's just that those witty pieces of bitter fruit don't take top priority in the short term memory queue anymore. Instead they're replaced quickly by the "OMG! she's touching my pink thing" thoughts, and you end up too busy touching boobies to go write about boobies.

But this isn't the death knell of inanimate.ca. Stupidity dies harder than bruce willis playing a new york city cop in L.A. for christmas.

Somehow, after midnight and within the span of one hour, sang and I managed to suck down a bowl of wonton noodles each, a plate of chinese calamari, a jr. whopper each, and a macdonald's cheeseburger and hamburger respectively.

When we get together to eat we are two yangs with no yin.