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Judge: File sharing legal in Canada | CNET News.com - The gap between us vs them widens yet again.

The Homeless Hacker vs The New York Times - Wired

Let's not even debate the merits of drunk driving versus driving will under the influence, specifically marijuana. It's not a debate I really want to have and I am sure every person will have their own unique spin on the subject that puts it into the light that they desire most. Likely justifying some misconstrued thing that they or someone they know did in the past. But, I am sure we can all agree that sparking up a pipe while driving is not a good idea. Imagine my dismay as I turn my head on the 86 to spy Joe Dirt sparking a freshly packed bowl of the ganga. The smoke alone would obscure the view. Why not just hotbox on the 410 and play a raring game of bumper cars.

I'm going to go to the Madonna re-invention concert in July at the ACC. She hadn't been in Canada since that whole Truth or Dare thing when she was arrested for faux masturbation on stage and she swore that she would never come back. At first I wasn't sure if I should or if I wanted to go. After all where do I fit in? I'm not a girl and I'm not gay. But thankfully I do have slight metrosexual tendencies (has that term used up it's 15 minutes of fame yet?) that should let me in the door without the alarms going off. Trying to get tickets was crazy, they went on sale this a.m. at 10. With 2 of us on the net and one of us in the store we attempted to buy tickets, without any luck. Thankfully Madonna can draw a crowd and two more dates were added. I think I made the right choice.

An interesting take on how to stop high gas prices in Canada...



By now you're probably thinking gasoline priced at about 69.9 cents a litre is super cheap. Me too! It is currently 76.9 for regular unleaded in my town. Now that the oil companies and the OPEC nations have conditioned us to think that the cost of a Litre of gas is CHEAP at 69.9, we need to take aggressive action to teach them that BUYERS control the marketplace....not sellers. With the price of gasoline going up more each day, we consumers need to take action. The only way we are going to see the price of gas come down is if we hit someone in the pocketbook by not purchasing THEIR gas!
And we can do that WITHOUT hurting ourselves. How? Since we all rely on our cars, we can't just stop buying gas. But we CAN have an impact on gas prices if we all act together to force a price war.



Here's the idea: For the rest of this year, DON"T purchase ANY gasoline from the two biggest companies (which now are PETRO CANADA & SHELL). If they are not selling any gas, they will be inclined to reduce their prices. If they reduce their prices, the other companies will have to follow suit. But to have an impact we need to reach literally millions of Shell and Petro Canada gas buyers.

I can't tell if this is incredibly cool and demonstrates the power of computers or incredibly scary. Anyway, you can now download music by William Hung of She Bangs on American Idol fame on the iTunes Music Store.

A Cyber Stalker of sorts. Seems exciting to me and makes me want to play detective. Why does this person have a hard on of hate for Dinah, or is this all related to Matt some how? Hmmm. I welcome your theories. Here is my theory, it is meant to be funny and not offensive.



Perhaps Matt was having a love affair with Dinah. Another person, let's call him the cyber stalker and X for short loves Matt. X is confused by Matt being an open metrosexual and not a homosexual. Matt indulges in the love affair with X for a brief time, but quickly realizes that he belongs on the other team. Dinah gets wind of the extra extra curricular activities and is jealous of X and breaks it off with Matt. Matt tries the but baby come back routine. Dinah won't have it. X, scorned by Matt, starts to harass him. Matt beside himself runs away to Seattle. X is forced to reach out through the Net.

I have this recurring dream that happen fairly regularly. It always has the same theme, but is updated to reflect the recent changes in my life. Sometimes it make me believe that we are living parallel lives in two different realities, and every time we sleep we drift from reality to the other. Occasionally the transition happens suddenly which is why we retain some memories, aka dreams.



So genre one is I'm still working at Canadian Tire, but haven't worked a shift since I left for University over 5 years ago. This time Canadian Tire had been bought out by Walmart. I am home visiting for the weekend and have decided to help out. I show up at the store and everyone who I used to work with, still does. Rob, rushes up to me and says boy Richard sure is pissed that I haven't worked much, and rumour has it that I am going to be fired. As I hear the last words I start to panic and rush for the checkout. My mind is churning out excuses why I shouldn't be fired. For the next hour I do errands at the end just to realize I already have a job. This morphs to genre two. That is, I am still in University and I have forgotten to study for exams. But I keep putting it off until there is only an hour to cram. At which point my mind goes blank and I can't remember how I have done in the course until this point in time.

IPods Beat in Heart of the City - Apparently one guy would give out a blow job for an iPod... What would you do?

What do you get your girlfriend after you hit it out of the park on the last year's birthday gift? Sure it was easy then, but now there is the desire to succeed again. It's true, I'll always feel pressure to out due myself, even if the pressure is not existant. Maybe this would be a good year to give a really bad gift. Maybe some socks, or a bad DVD like Glitter starring Mariah. Something that will make it real easy to build on over time. Next year could be underoos or CrossRoads starring Britney.

NIKE iD

NIKE iD - Maybe it's overpriced, but designing your own shoe is pretty damn cool.

It's been so long since I remember really hitting it up on St Patty's day. I have some vague memories of the past year but nothing really solid.



In Toronto, it was a cold St Patty's day and I had one a bright yellow jacket. We were waiting outside of the James Joyce, where else would you go on such a day? As we neared the front of the line people starting asking me how long the way was. After the second time I realized I was being mistaken for the bouncer. Seeing that the place was overrun already I started telling people that they should go away and try somewhere else, the Joyce was full tonight.



The bomber was packed as usual. The line at the campus pub usually starts at 11am that day and is relentless until the peak drinking times start in the evening. I was lucky that year, I had friends that let me in the back door or happened to be in the front of the line. The night is a blur as always leaving me only with a couple of memories. One, I had a really really green tongue. A sure sign that I an certifiable intoxicated. Two, I played ping pong between groups of friends and settled on sitting in the back at the grey bomber tables that have an overlay of black paint that must have been applied through netting. Three, we played inappropriate touching games. Four, I don't remember anything else.



With all that history, I was in a definite funk. I was outright craving green beer for reasons beyond my control or comprehension. I just did. I couldn't deny myself any longer so Rafi and I went on a quest down King St for green beer. There were lines at the two pubs we had in mind. Instead we took a detour off the beaten path to a trendy you may not be cool enough to be in here place. They had green beer. I was satisfied. It was good. But it became even better when we learned that it was forbidden green beer. We had mistakenly been served it and now everyone in the place looked at out pints with envy. We were Gods among the retro-ultra-hip-cool-never-speak-our-name people.

The Teapot is Cracked

Famous People Swearing - Because swearing is funny.

It doesn't pay to open your mail. If I hadn't, I would never have read about the changes slated for my chequeing account at the CIBC. And really, it's the last straw. It irks me to no end that banks make billions of dollars yet they are always nickel and diming you for everything! This time they upped the min balance to $1500 in order to avoid bank fees and added a 2.5% admin fee on money withdrawn outside of the country. I strongly dislike them and am ready to divorce myself, which is going to be a messy situation. They have thrown me into the arms of a new lover, PC Financial.

Did I ever mention that I have an atom feed?

How to tell when a relationship is over Thankfully, I only show a couple of the signs ;)

Midday napping is dangerous. There should be a warning label.



No apparent reason why I was so tired or exhausted but I guess I must have been, because as I was reading in bed I dozed off for four hours. Nothing can really explain it. Perhaps it was the way the sun was floating about the room, how it heated the blanket I was under, how closed eyes seemed better than open eyes or that my desire to go the gym was easily circumvented by a Sunday afternoon cat nap. All I know is that it totally messed up my sleeping pattern and I was stuck captive in my bed waiting for the onslaught of REM sleep for a good portion of the night.

What's this? Who signed me up as Rafi's latest whipping boy. Wait, now that I have said that it sounds really really bad.

Who are these people that get married in Vegas, and why do my friends think that I am one of them. Just because Britney got married to a friend while in Vegas for a weekend retreat doesn't mean I should. Maybe it does, after all I will be in Vegas and I have been known to cave to peer pressure on occasion. And, I am sure that the girlfriend would be okay with it if I had it annulled right away.



It's much easier to plan with the guilt out of the way.

Blogging Off



Listen. My name is Whitney Pastorek, and I do not have a blog. I am not on Friendster, I do not live in Williamsburg, and I do not think Death Cab for Cutie is a particularly great band.



But I exist. I am a good person, a good friend, and my thoughts and opinions have weight and merit. The bloggers do not control me—they only control each other and massive amounts of bandwidth, which isn't even a real thing, just something made up by web-hosting companies to charge more! People! If you find yourself on the lower levels of the B.C.S., join with me in saying NO! NO to letting them diminish our self-worth! NO to letting them drag us out to flash mobs! Turn your faces to the sun! Stand and fight!

And where do you fit in? Study: Blogging Ain't All That

I thought I could turn my back on this site, abandon it so to speak to wild monkeys to pillage and plunder and move on with my life. It's turning out to be harder than I thought. There is something more to it than I can put my finger on.



In the fourth Harry Potter book, Harry finds himself in the Headmaster's Office surrounded by magical paraphernalia and other such gadgetry but what draws his attention above all that is a bowl full of a liquid, which in my mind must have looked like mercury. Anyway, it turns out it's a pensieve, a device used to extract thoughts so the owner can examine them in a better light. This site has somehow become my pensieve, even though I have been limited by what can be posted here. Work has become off limits and over time my personal life seems to have as well.



What this means, I have no idea. Part of me wants to move on, while another is holding back. Holding onto something that I can't achieve, something that I can't let go of even if I should.