If you haven't yet seen "The Warriors," I envy you the discovery of an all-new guilty pleasure.

The Minimalist does away with all the crap that usually goes on sneakers.

Jason Forrest's new album, "Shamelessly Exciting," is a perfect introduction to Forrest's sound, which is, simply put, a little bit of everything.

Instead of shelling out for the latest iPod ... I suggest you wait a while for Apple to put out an upgrade and spend this year's mad money on an MP3 shuffle player converted from a PEZ dispenser.

Now, I can't tell you how to throw a Halloween party, but I can tell you where I'm getting the peripheral stuff that will make this night of pure evil one for the books.

I am a dirty, dirty man. I had no idea how dirty I was until I hit the tender age of somewhere-past-30 and my skin said, "Hey, man. Up yours. I'm not working under these conditions."

When I was first interviewed for this job a few years back, I asked my interviewer if NWsource had a dress code. My interviewer smiled and said, "Geoff, this is Seattle."

Like text-friendly cellular phones, expensive shoes and the Cooper Mini, blogs are a lifestyle accessory that says a little something about the kind of person you are.

My overwhelming need for all things trivial and glossy has grown to include no less than eight additional publications, and that's not counting impulse buys when a magazine I don't normally read has something shiny and candy-like on its cover.

A few weeks ago, I decided to recapture that first-bag feeling by getting another bag — one for frivolous evening activities that don't require a full arsenal.

I have a 40-gigabyte iRiver H140 MP3 player more or less grafted to my hip. You heard me right — I bought an MP3 player that's not an iPod.