Pique'n Yer Interest

It ended like this: I was down on my knees by the door, tying my shoes and concentrated on them. She was leaning against a doorframe to the next room, arms folded across her chest. I was avoiding her gaze. It was easier that way.

"Twas da nite B4 Xmas" And all through the streets Everybody was texting And checking their tweets. The stockings weren't hung But the LED lights glowed bright And we knew if St. Nick showed up He'd think our display was tight.

Growing up, Christmas truly was a magical time for me. Two weeks off school. A Christmas tree we cut ourselves from a tree lot in the country twinkling in a corner of the living room.

The world's biggest environmental threat isn't the bloodthirsty Japanese whaling campaign. It isn't the shark finning that puts tasteless soup before patrons at Chinese restaurants.

I'm addicted. All I can think about these days is how it's almost here. I can feel it breathing down my back, staring over my shoulders, watching me. The pressure ripples up and down my neck and pricks at my brain.

As I've been told time and time again, in letters to the editor and on Internet chat boards, I've lost. It's time to get over it and jump on the bandwagon. The Olympics are coming and no amount of complaining or protest can change that.

Yes it's true. My life is just like Peak Season, I told my friend in Winnipeg over the phone last week. You know, even though I live in a place like Whistler, I still have a regular life just like you.

It was only a matter of time before B.C. introduced legislation to curb cell phone use for drivers, as most jurisdictions in Canada already have laws in the books against this form of "distracted driving.

Nietzsche wrote in the Will to Power that we progress by way of the lie. The international panic over climate change suggests his thesis still applies. Since 2006, the world has been possessed by an overstated guilt over how we've treated the planet.

I feel like I'm standing in a room with 100 people criticizing me, yet no one is paying attention to the fact I'm here too. "She's impossible to work with!" I can hear them whisper to one another in conspiracy-like tones.