Nanaca Crash is the most fun I've had this year with my pants still on.

Go beat my high score of ~5600m.

update: 8009m. I rule. (not as much as the dude who got 67453.87m though I guess).

instructions: White boys wanna know how to play so...

when the angle is where you want it to be, hit and hold the mouse button. Release when it's at the point of power you want (more = good).
if you click the mouse while you're in the middle of the screen, you'll hit the dude again. It'll reverse the direction of the dude. Changes upward are limited to 3, downward recharges.
Hitting certain people will help you, hitting others will fuck you up. If you hit a certain group of people in order, the screen says "PRESS" for a moment. Hit the mouse button and see your ass get kicked into next week.

shit, I can't read japanese and I still figured out. Maybe just because I'm a pro at clicking mouse buttons.

update: My good man arch has hit 20000+. Best game evar!

I was rather impressed when I walked into a pizza joint on davie with a sticker in the window that denoted that they were gay friendly.

I would have revelled in the friendly environment if not for the "No Dogs or Chinese" sign beside it.

Father! The sleeper has awakened!

Breakfast: Bowl of Oatmeal with craisins.
Lunch: Homemade beef and two bean chili with whole wheat roll
Dinner: Veggie burger with whole wheat bun, caesar salad
Midnight Snack: A couple nuts and an apple

Result: The most righteous, colon shaking dump I've taken in weeks.

While making a batch of chili, i realized that the reason they recommend that you rinse and drain the beans is that they come packed in bean cum.

Seriously, go open a can of pinto beans and keep a beaker handy.

Why are pics of paris hilton's tits news again?

I mean, we've all already seen her boge that dude's wang so let's just keep this in perspective.

I played around with the girl's iPod shuffle last night and realized it might not the the wonder toy I had expected after all. The most annoying issue is that for a geek like me are the file/mp3 management restrictions. Management of it relies entirely on your own itunes install. You can't modify the music to data ratio (or anything on it at all) without being in front of your own computer. If you plug it into someone else's itunes you can't just delete a few songs, you have to wipe them all. (there is a geek hack around this problem, though it kinda sucks and I'm not sure your music will still play afterward)

So if you're at a friend's house and he's got some wicked german scat/fisting videos you want, you're probably not going to get to use your shuffle to take them home with you without losing your music as well.

From all that I've been able to find out as well, the soundcheck normalizer in itunes and other ipods doesn't work on the shuffle, so going from old quiet recordings to loud recordings is going to punch you in the ear with a high volume spike unless you use mp3gain to normalize all your files before they ever touch your shuffle. For a mp3 player that was built to shuffle pieces of your music collection, that's a pretty huge feature to be missing.

Seems I might have to wait for the second gen shuffle.

In the tv commercial for the Q-Ray Ionized Bracelet, they say that its design is based on ancient oriental traditions.

What they don't say is that those ancient asian traditions are all based around ripping off white people with useless junk.

Has everyone already stopped giving a shit about baby seals getting clubbed to death? That shit was pretty nuts.

Just after taz and I had settled down to a dinner of jerk chicken and rice when the fire alarm starting blaring in our apartment and outside in the hallway as well.

We sat around continuing to eat for another five minutes and briefly discussed how we'd feel stupid going outside if it was a false alarm but also how stupid we'd feel burning to death as punishment for our apathy and laziness.

It wasn't until a voice came over the intercom and yelled "pork chop sandwiches, get the fuck out of here" that I even put some pants on, picked up my ipod and thought about calling the elevator for a fiery ride down to the first floor.

Turns out there was no fire in the first place. Next time I risk death to finish my chicken before it gets cold.

[10:56] vic: finally, a year you don't have to send a valentines to your hand

When her mom busted out the old home videos of the girl doing a traditional korean dance at the end of the night, I took that as a sign that things had gone well.

With the nerves packed neatly in ice, the night was a simple and straightfoward affair that I knew would go just fine for one simple reason; I am totally awesome.

For one to be as good as I am at breaching social etiquette, one must have a good understanding of it in the first place. I'm a young male evil dear abby with a less socially awkward fanbase.

So to meet a girl's mom, bring her flowers, help set the table/around the kitchen, make pleasant conversation, don't mention sex with her daughter at all, compliment her on the food, don't grab ANY boobies, help clean up after dinner, say please and thank you and voila! Instant noodles in only 3 minutes.

With mom safely defused, I'm told dad is gonna make an appearance next month. Plying him with booze sounds like a safe bet.

Even if I weren't an interface developer by trade, there'd still be good reasons to use Mozilla or Firefox

Aside from the obvious protection against the numerous virii and spyware that seems to punch through IE, moz/fox extensions let you block ads easily (not just popups, but full on inline banner ads and such), and use anonymous logins for sites that require registration.

The only real downside to the switch is that some of those shitty and annoying styles that teenaged girls always use on their blogs don't render properly.

Chinese New Year is awesome because I get to keep saying "Year of the Cock!" over and over and blame it on my heritage.

As well, when discussing the chinese horoscope I get to yell "RESPECT THE COCK!" and convince myself that doing so was perfectly appropriate.

The box of purex wet wipes I had sitting above my toilet was finally expended so out came the kleenex brand replacements that had been lying in wait for weeks.

The first thing I noticed about them was the box was much easier to open. Now, this may seem insignificant but when you're standing in front of a toilet full of your own faeces (that's for you paul), any time saved wet wiping your soiled anus is well worth that extra 15 seconds you spent selecting your box of rim rags.

Secondly, the kleenex brand wipes smelled much better than the purex. Again, maybe a non issue for those of you who don't like your own ass as much as I do, but my best friend ren wouldn't touch the purex ones because he said they smelled worse than his ass. Despite my lack of experience with the smell of his bunghole, I think his comment had merit.

Right now, I'm looking forward to my next dump.

It would seem that people still haven't learned the lesson that Dooce learned for them years ago and they're still getting their asses fired for saying more than they should about their place of employment.

Me, I know better. I see people go into meetings, I never see them again and I know that I should just shut the fuck up. When I find one of their shoes in the server room downstairs months later, I don't pick it up and start asking dumb questions. I just kinda kick it further behind the rack and do what I was doing. I don't use the office fax machine to send out the financial information I find on people's desk, I just go down to the 24 hour kinkos and deal with it then. Not getting Dooce'd isn't rocket science kids.

The girl's mom is in town for a visit for the next two weeks and seeing that she is, I'm going to meet her this saturday over a home cooked meal (her home, not mine).

I wouldn't be much of a guest (or a suitor) if I showed up on her doorstep empty handed so I've had to scour all my korean movies for some insight into what kind of gift I should bring her.

After watching all my favourite korean films again, I'm leaning on the side of a carton of smokes, a bottle of soju, and a bareknuckle fight of epic proportions with her after dinner.

We've recently started having lunch and dinners at Kaide, a sushi bar on the edge of Yaletown which differentiates itself from normal yaletown eateries by being both very good and also very inexpensive.

A very fresh and wonderfully made chirashi only set us back $11.50 and the sushi is fresh, and beautiful. Portions of unagi are extremely generous and the chopped scallop is perfect. There's also a female sushi chef there (would) which is something I don't think I've seen before.

An outspoken US Marine General says of war
That ladies and gentlemen is a machine of warfare. He is the hand that executes the foreign policy of your nation. While I may not agree with the politics that enable him, you've got to respect the man's willingness to serve and shoot everyone dead.

In recent ethnic pageantry news, the winner of the Miss Chinese International 2005 pageant happens to come from vancouver.

All I'll say is that I wouldn't kick her out of the shower for peeing on me.

Ashanti's new herbal essences shampoo commercial is possibly the worst thing on tv this month.

Maybe it's a bit late to mention it now that it's almost over, but Dine Out Vancouver has become a fairly missable event despite my gluttonous leanings.

The price you pay for having a heavily advertised discounted meal are usually restaurants getting packed to capacity and having trouble keeping up with the unusually high traffic. The best can often pull it off and make your experience memorable, but on the other hand, you're limiting your menu options and subjecting yourself to a restaurant under pressure to save a few dollars.

Save up a few more bucks and hit that restaurant you've been wanting to try on a tuesday night. You'll probably get better service and food for your trouble.

Waitron blogs and forums have been making waves lately, even getting picked up by the New York Times (registration required) recently and the biggest issue is of course, tipping.

Waitrons complain endlessly that they rely on tips for a living, so a shitty tip means that their children starve but in the same vein, there's a million other assholes working as hard for only ~seven dollars an hour that the government requires their employer to pay them.

Acceptable tipping seems to be moving up as well as at bitterwaitress.com anything under 17% is considered a shitty tip. With that fact known, I'm now a habitual shitty tipper worthy of being called an asshole because I generally tip ~15% to have someone bring me my food, and maybe fill my water or tea up once or twice. I'm a pretty easy going diner; I don't make special requests, I say please and thank you, and I don't punch waiters in the ass as they pass me.

How tips have become expected rather than earned is probably the biggest issue. I don't feel bad for tipping terribly when shitty service has ruined my meal and the fact that bad service still gets a tip at all bothers me.

The best thing about everybody telling me that my blog sucks now is that they're indirectly telling me that my blog used to be awesome.

Having been awesome at one point is good enough for me.