It's been a slow week here at Up Your Alley. I know I know. I should be out there making news. If it's any consolation, Terry Costa is dead to me and apparently he's found a replacement for Brunch Talk on Sunday. So come to J Lounge. We'll see what happens. Honestly, that bitch can burn in hell. Nothing personal. Just artistic differences.

In the meantime, Palm Springs White Party is happening this weekend, aka a party in a different city filled with people from Vancouver. I wish I was going. No wait. No I don't. But for all my friends and frenemies who are heading down there today, I dedicate this to you... as does my buddy Deepthroat. Cause he's just that kinda guy:

Enjoy your weekend. I am taking this e-card to heart. Tell me your PS tales. Send me some photos. We love scandy here at Up Your Alley...and so should you.

Lastly - if you're looking for something to do tonight, check out SPIT!

It happens to the best of us. You know. You're walking around in your onesie thinking that life is great... and suddenly cameras are flashing and you see this a few days later:

Here's a top ten list... memories from the recent games. Enjoy!

(Thanks, Deepthroat)

Although I generally object to teases on both principle and intense personal dislike, some weeks I just can't help myself. I've got Pride House all queued up for tomorrow - after all, it's less than a month now until the Olympics hit and Up Your Alley needs to get BIZZAY! Though before we hit paydirt, deepthroat sent me a link yesterday to canucklehead.ca, which seemed to compliment my recent goal tending experiences with The Cutting Edges here in Vancouver. I laughed. I cried. And then I cried some more. And then I found this:

Stanley Park memories...

I'm dedicating this to everyone who has searched for answers and stroked their way to a new understanding. Thanks, Deepthroat.

Let's just say that my recent back troublems have left me with an unexpected bonanza of spare thinking and doing time, most of which occurs whilst lying on the floor. Understanding and also perhaps mocking my plight, DeepThroat sent me the follow pictures this morning. I think they discriminate against the circumsized. But hey, be an innovator. Find a way to replicate them sans foreskin or create something new and different on your own.

**PUBE ALERT**

The following photo and hyperlink are not open office concept friendly. Enjoy.