Or at home, bored? Or just basically hating the city right now?
Look at these photos and take a moment to leave yourself.
(via Boingboing)
Or at home, bored? Or just basically hating the city right now?
Look at these photos and take a moment to leave yourself.
(via Boingboing)
I viewed a lot of people doing The Walk of Shame throughout this sporadic long weekend. You know the look: dazed, 100 metre stare with much regret behind their eyes; wrinkled clothes that just don’t look right in the full light of day (leather pants? In 25C heat?); and the shuffling that comes with the combination of too much alcohol and bruise-making sex.
It got me to thinking: What’s the best way to get back home and avoid street level embarrassment?
Here’s my hints and tips!
Leave early. Know that the traffic starts to pick up after 7am. Get out that door and giving yourself enough time to walk home while wearing those obvious clothes (unless you’ve worn ass-less chaps the night before, take a cab. No commuter who may spy your journey home, no matter what their sexual orientation, will take you seriously).
Consider your route home. If you have to walk by a school or playground or catty outdoor cafe full of hip young things, be prepared to feel the icy sting of comments and stares landing squarely on your back.
Don’t sleep there when the deed is done. Save yourself the trouble and pain. No mater how drunk, get your ass out of there.
Don’t spend all your money the night before. Taxis, while recently have increased their fares, are still great for avoiding the long walk home. If your one night stand lives in Scarborough and you live downtown, stop drinking appropriately.
Find a bush and finish up there. This way, nobody gets robbed. Nobody has to sneak glances at letters in the hallway to remember a name. Nobody gets breakfast. Downside: dog poop on your butt.
Steal. When your host is in the loo, steal a clean t-shirt. Unless you’re a chubby chasing, rail thin guy, you may want to steal a washcloth.
I hope I’ve helped you in some small way today.
It’s Cute! It’s The Latest! It’s Kitty Fight!
(Via BoingBoing)
Lex, over on Unsweetened.ca has fired up her magical blog MiniBook Expo! Go claim your absolutely free books. The catch? You gotta blog about the book you choose. Choose wisely!
Claim It.
* watch for a book you want
* click through to claim it
* make sure it’s not already claimed by someone else
* leave a comment to claim it (max 2)
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Get it.
* we’ll confirm you claimed it in the comments.
* then email you for your address
* send me your address
* Canada Post will bring you your book.
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Read it.
* can you really say anything if you haven’t read it?
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Blog it.
* Post something about the book within a month of getting it
* include a link to the publisher and the author if possible
* if you don’t have a blog, send me your review & I’ll post it here for you
My past books were:
The Grays – Whitley Strieber:
…there are moments of incoherence where you shake the book to see if pages have fallen out from it.
And
Relentless – Robin Parrish:
Relentless is written in a more looser, somewhat melodramatic style, all the while watching it’s language: the strongest curse word in all of it’s pages is “damn”
I know that stat reporting to your readership is as exciting as an Annual General Meeting for Canadian Chartered Accountants. But the plugin WordPress.com Stats is like those new President Choice Blue Cheese and Hot Wings chips: So addictive, I will probably keel over from it.
Domain owners with WordPress and WP.com bloggers can install it as a Plugin (you’ll need your API Key). Best of all, it’s free! Instantly you can watch your incoming/outgoing stats bloom like a tense parent watching their sexually budding child go out on Prom Night.
It also does a great job logging Google searches that brought people to your site. For fun, here’s the last few searches:
restaurant makeover 4
killman zoo 3
dead robot pictures 3
hey ashley whatchoo playing 2
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amy good gorilla 1
restaurant makeover death watch 1
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jamaica labadee pot 1
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tony blair shirtless 1
Thirteen people came here from Sharkboy.ca alone yesterday. 5 from clicking on their Google Reader feeds. I average 188 unique page views per day. Since installing it 5 days ago, my Pride Tips For Out of Towners is my top post! I’m so helpful!
Speaking of Disney, just over a year ago, SharkBoy and I were enjoying DisneyWorld. It was my first visit there, with the heart-stopping surprise of coincidentally booking on Star Wars Weekend.
I’ve said it before and will continually say it: After seeing a Jawa roaming the crowd, SharkBoy surprised me with the best moment a non-geek could bestow upon a sci-fi geek: SharkBoy yelled “Chibookii!” instead of “Uchini!” to get that Jawa’s attention and I couldn’t possibly love him more.
I, of course, correctly called out and got no response.
I’m reminded of it by this video that came through my WordPress feed. Half-heartedly watch up until 3.10 when the real fun starts. Yes, I died a bit inside when I saw it. But lets face it, nothing will erase the damage the Xmas special did to this franchise.
Tila Tequila or Rosie O’Donnel?
PS2 or XBox (not 360)?
Kim Woodburn or Aphex Twin Windowlicker lady?
Fresca or Coke Zero?
Nicholas Cage or Woody Harrelson ?
Google or Yahoo?
Alien 3 or Enemy Mine?
Catheter or enema?
Smart Car or Vespa?
Text or email?
Squidward or Patrick?
Triceratops or Brontosaurus?
Hillary Duff or Hanna Montana?
Richard Benjamin or Richard Thomas?
Chip ‘N Dale (Disney) or Mac and Tosh (Warner Bros.)
Engadget or Gizmodo?
Continue with your own list or just let it die here?
Dad Safari: This has been going on a while over on Flickr. Its the clandestine act of taking picture of “hot guys” and posting them to the interweb. I’m sure the rush is fun but the act itself, to me, seems like an utter violation of that person’s privacy. While whole communities try to stave the onslaught of CCTV cameras in England, US and here in Canada, we now have to worry about some dork with a cell phone camera posting your picture online, displaying your face like some neanderthal hunter displaying heads on his den wall. Okay, he’s cute, I get it. Put your dick back in your pants and wait ten seconds, there’s going to be another “hot guy” along in a moment.
Yummy Mummy: No offense should be taken by any woman who is a mother, but do we have to categorize them with a word that implies edibility? To make motherhood cute and juvenile within the connotation of sexuality just smacks of cannibal-paedophilism. I know there are sexy moms out there, that’s why we have “MILF”.
Hypermililng: For American brethren who might not have heard this new word, it means to drive economically to save gas, to save money at the pumps. Created by a Torontonian, it implies that when you drive accordingly, you will either stretch out your gas millage or the two Imperial Cruisers might just catch you. The concept is easy: drive slow, drive constant, drive safe. So… don’t drive like a douchenozzle (like you should be doing ANYWAY) and you might save money? (swats head)
Did you get through Bioshock? Would you kindly watch this video, then?
(If you haven’t and plan to, Spoilers!)(via Boing Boing!)