by Sean Orr | They’re called pet peeves for a reason: What bugs me? Not getting to list my pet peeves more often. Featuring such stellar Grade 12 level writing as: “Sadly, and what the boys don’t know, is that few of them will ever catch up with the girls in terms of style and social sophistication”, and “My wife and I go for power walks every morning and at times you practically have to step off the curb because the sidewalks look like a jungle scene from an Indiana Jones movie”. No offense, dude, but you’re a white male living in Canada and working as a professional journalist with print dailies on their last legs. You have pet peeves? Grow up.

We should even strip mine for uranium and sell it. Oh, we already do that? If the Dollar Rules, Let’s Dam the Fraser. Yeah, but, like, way lower down near Abbotsford.

Speaking of rampant free market fundamentalism, cue the Fraser Institute on Twitter. “We must make the building of a free society once more an intellectual adventure, a deed of courage.” – Friedrich Hayek. So, let’s keep it in the hands of the elites? I thought you guys hated Ivory Tower thinking?

More twits: Tony Clement tweets way into ‘communist’ controversy. That really gets my proverbial goat. I went to Cuba and tried to become a card-carrying communist. They didn’t want me (either).

Probably not a big deal but just in case: Vancouver mayor’s media guy moonlights with federal liberals. The most laughable part isn’t the picture they chose to run with this article but that the Grits are trying to position themselves as socially progressive.

Questioning the questions: Questioning Queers Against Apartheid. Don’t ask, don’t tell.

Scientists march to Parliament Hill to protest ‘death of evidence‘. Maybe, but what the fuck do scientists know about anything? If it was up to them they’d probably vote for that Higgs Boson guy.

I mean, like, duh: BC Booze among North America’s Priciest. Which is why I was pretty stoked Absolut gave me a bottle of vodka just for being a cool dude. I was down to, like, half a swig of sweet vermouth, some Jagermeister that someone left here that I keep in case of a real emergency, and a Palm Bay buried in the fridge somewhere.

Bonus: Facebook of the day? “Sure, Harper flipping flapjacks at the Stampede is cute. Less so was the giant maple syrup spill at the Enbridge tent.” – Charles Demers.