blogboy80: hey, thanks for helping me out with this post

hedgurbets: blogboy? man, you're such a dork. what's the point of this again?

blogboy80: well, since nobody seems to know what hedge funds truly are, I was hoping you'd provide me with the nitty-gritty details, a scathing account of the...

We Canadians are a patriotic bunch. Our love for our country goes beyond the usual boasts of hockey prowess and sweet, sweet maple syrup. It's in the details: ordering a double-double (double cream, double sugar = instant diabetic coma) coffee from Tim Hortons, the Canadian donut store that also happens...

When the four Bledin spawn entered the world, my parents marked the respective occasions by establishing what they called our "secret accounts." These accounts accumulated various cashflows -- bar-mitzvah checks, birthday presents, the occasional grandparental contribution -- until the age of 22, when we received the money and could put...

One of the greatest luxuries of our youth is our impressionability. After the Academy Awards, we imagine ourselves strolling red carpets with bodacious arm-candy; after the NFL draft, we're sprinting down spot-lit fields with pigskins securely cradled in our arms; after the Olympics, we're lobbing javelins further than massive Czechs...

I'm not very pleased with you at the moment. It's nothing personal, not really. It's just that when it's an exquisite summer afternoon and I'm stuck in my cubicle, I don't want to know that you're out there existing in a frivolous parallel universe to mine: sitting on a park...

I've lately come to accept that I am a being devoid of any integrity. I thought this would come later in life, a backbone cementing itself, turning me into a fire-breathing dragon, but no: 26 years later and I'm still a spineless jellyfish, a guy who, when asked his opinion...