Par, P has gained some kind of Grand Arms tech reality distotion drive, possibly taken from a GA Kreigshinobi. In other words you won't catch him.

Happy Birthday Clark!

Not only is Dustin Penner playing better of late, he's also winning hearts and minds:

"[Hemsky] completes the line," said Penner. "It's like Nintendo's Ice Hockey. They had the skinny guy, the medium guy and the big fat guy. That line usually worked the best. So you have Hemmer, Horc and me -- but you have to get the new edition. That was the old Penner. I'm not the big fat guy anymore."

Excuse me, Princess:

I've heard of big knitting needles, but this is absurd

Warning ubergeekiness ahead!

The best of Mariopaint and Angry nintendo nerd together as one!

Absoultely brilliant! Now everyone and their mom can get into high security places easily! Well except the Turkish consulate... They learned their lesson.

Trojan Horse:

Also, this is the greatest Lorne Gunter opinion piece ever. Had I been home today, I may just have written a letter to the Journal about this opus, but I'll have to settle for just making fun of him here, for now. His reasons why the Republican candidates for President are uninspiring:

Mitt Romney, the presumptive Republican front-runner (until Iowa) is as oily as Obama is watery. He never seems sincere.

Rudy Giuliani, the famous former New York mayor, failed to connect with any voters.

Mike Huckabee, the former Arkansas governor who won his party's Iowa vote, is a little too cornball.

And Arizona Senator John McCain is a political weather vane, twisted this way and that by the popular winds.

I like Ron Paul, the libertarian Republican congressman, but he has no hope of winning.

To anyone I bitched to about not getting called in when I was "on-call" on weekends: I take it all back. I miss sleep. And the lack of that ever-present "we're going to call you at some ungodly hour this morning" threat, which ends up costing me, well, sleep.