Had dinner at sheena's with her and some of her friends where the topics of gang rape by monkeys, sloth wrestling, cooking with hot dog water, and vomitting were brought up by people other than me.

Those are the coolest chicks evar!

I'm reading Tony Bourdain's 'A Cook's Tour' again, and a line in it that really stuck in my head was:

If there was any one line I remember from my high school english classes, it was from S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders.

The simple line "nothing gold can stay" by robert frost remains a constant reminder of the decay of all that's great to us and reminds me to appreciate and savour those things.

But sometimes I consider that gold doesn't corrode and actually does stay which makes me think that robert frost didn't really know what the fuck he was talking about.

I'm beginning to wonder if blogging is dying. My own posts come more sporadically now, punctuated by much less of the immoral humor that I think first attracted my audience. They're now boring ponderings of everyday life with much less spin than I used to be able to put on things.

The few blogs I read have gone to shit for the most part too. Everyone seems afflicted by the same lack of content and motivation. Perhaps they're all distracted by war or personal problems or maybe just the cute chick in the apartment across the street who spends her evenings lounging around in her underwear.

Some bloggers become internet celebs and some even make new friends through their blogs. I haven't with this particular site, probably because people are afraid of me. No one ever writes, send poems or flowers or even just a pair of worn white cotton panties.

My skytrain (the one I was riding, not the one I own) came to a premature and abrupt halt as it was pulling into Main st station.

The first thought that came to mind was that there was now a human body twisted underneath the wheels of my ride; simply another number added to the count of incidents that has stopped skytrain service in the thirty months since I've ridden it daily. I glanced at the faces around me looking to see if any other passengers might be thinking about the same grisly scene, but I seemed alone in my dark prediction.

The train got underway again soon afterward though, leaving me a little relieved but maybe also a little disappointed. I'm a little bit evil, and a little bit rock and roll.

I'm sick of seeing anti-war protests on the news, not because I'm a war-monger but because the protesters come across as idiots whenever they open their mouths.

The constant over-simplification of the issues appeals to those who can't understand international politics (not that I claim to myself). I don't care to hear that you think that "all we need is love" or "no blood for oil".

Those who decry the civilian casualties of this war seem to be ignoring saddam's history of brutal violence against his own people and others (civilians included). I wouldn't go so far as to say this justifies the war but there are definitely humanitarian benefits to a regime change in iraq.

While protestors claim that there are peaceful alternatives, I have yet to hear any realistic or reasonable ones presented. Thousands of years of violence in human history is a record of our very nature. We are a war-mongering people and we always will be.

The Straight put out their Golden plate issue today where readers pick the city's best eats. It horrified me to see so many mediocre eateries chosen as some of vancouver's best.

Overall impressions were that vancouverites love to eat shit.

Why are american military operations given such silly names now? Enduring Freedom? Iraqi Freedom?

Operation 'Anal Intrusion' would not only be funnier but probably a more accurate description of what's going to happen out there.

BOOM!!!

Here comes round two. If you don't want to die, don't be brown.

Having dinner with sang and sara always turns out to be a good time whether sang is cooking or not.

We tend to have a simple formula of choosing a good but simple restaurant and then trying to pack as much meat into our bodies as possible. Eating with sara works out well since she eats less meat, leaving plenty for us.

I just received some spam with the subject line "chicks with dicks..." which reminded me of a very important lesson.

There's no such thing as chicks with dicks. There are only dudes with tits.

Jesus, this blog sucks.

I've seen a lot of movies lately, so here's a short list of reviews.

Daredevil : Jennifer Garner = smoo.
Tears of the Sun : Monica Bellucci = smoo.
K-19 the widow maker : no smoos.
The Ring : Naomi Watts = smoooooo. Good movie too.

A sudden recollection of old fender amplifiers inspires this brown ++ tweed look.

Readability is down, but cool factor is up and if there's one thing this site says about me, it's that I'm all about the cool.

Netscape 4 support is gone due to stylesheet layout, so bart out in toronto can eat a dick.

It's been the topic of so many lunchroom discussions that when I saw one on granville today, I just went in and bought it.

It's primary role will be to disturb people coming by my desk, but maybe I can use it to stir my coffee when I'm feeling lazy. Everyone seems to refer to it as a dildo, but careful examination of the device shows it's poorly designed for any such orificial insertion. I'd say it's best to keep your mind out of the gutter and this thing out of yourself.

Had breakfast at the wooden shoe on cambie, packing away the farmer's breakfast (three meats, eggs, and hashbrowns on a pannekoek) which was one of the better breakfasts I've had. I could feel my heart slowing down afterward though. Hollandaise sauce doesn't seem to work as well as a cardiac lubricant as I had imagined.

I saw Daredevil tonight which puzzled me. His accident with the biohazard waste (which is always carted around with forklifts in public) gave him heightened senses, but he can also leap off of skyscrapers?

Spiderman I could belive, superman as well, but a blind dude with nuts hearing can prevent his arms from tearing off of his body when he uses them to catch his body falling from the sky?

Just to clear up any confusion, that last post was just about me wanting a bowl of noodles late at night pretty bad.

I've been a night person as long as I can recall. There's something about the quiet of night that makes everything seem more interesting than the bustle of daytime living.

It's not really about doing anything or being anywhere in particular, it's just the stillness and calm and darkness you can slip into. Ren and I used to hang out at vanier park or kits beach at night a lot; sitting on cold goose-shit covered wooden benches to hear the soft waves and see the lights of a city asleep with one eye open.

I'm often happy where I am, but tonight I want to be at an all night noodle stand at the side of the road in a foreign city. Eating meats I can't quite identify and slurping up a broth that's as comfortable as the night seems like heaven in this endless purgatory.

My med-student cousin jim is in town for a few weeks for an internship at a local hospital. A few meals and some time hanging out tells me that my love of meat is a genetic thing.

He's involved mainly in cardio-vascular medicine right now, but I'm sure for a few bucks he'd be willing to perform some proper digital rectal exams for any takers. He tells me most doctors will allow you to take your choice of position, with either the "bent-over" or "on your side" positions being much more popular than my suggestion of using the stirrups.

Remember, colo-rectal health is no laughing matter. well... that's not really true.

So my lack of posts seems to be drawing consumer ire now. A mixture of being too busy at work while trying to spend every last free minute playing cool new video games (generals and splinter cell) has killed my ability to be funny on paper (or type really).

So since I can't deliver here, come find me in person and say something even mildly stupid and I'll start unleashing some sarcasm and deprecation on your ass. You may not actually find it too funny, but bring a few friends that would enjoy seeing you laughed at and I'm sure they'll have a blast.