Metafilter just posted thist site called Favrd a site that aggregates 'favorited' twittrs, but not the ones that are sales pitches(how does the machine know the difference??).

I never understood what the big deal was about twittr but I like this site.

some good lines:

"Dungeons and Dragons should really be called Mom's Basement and Tang."

"FAKE OR REAL INDIFFERENCE IS A POWERFUL PERSONAL WEAPON"

"Till 5 seconds ago, I thought it was "no holes barred" not "no holds barred." Damn."

"Tater Tots strike me as not only being devoid of actual potato, but also actual baby."

Also an unrelated story. I am in Toronto for the week, experiencing that very complex prodigal daughter returns to find her once hated city is actually fun and nice (again. Lately this happens every time I come home). Why? Is it because people I love moved here? Or is the city qualitatively less lame-ass and waspy than it was before? Important research needs to be done to determine if the city is in fact 'better' or just 'full of people you like to get crunk with'. Luckily yesterday, another piece of the puzzle fell into place. Toronto is still, underneath all it's wild and wacky NYC of the north stylings, a city wherein you can get lectured for breaking an espresso plate at a dollar store.

Yeah and if that doesn't indicate a deep-rooted civic-minded anality I don't know what does.

The full story is that I went to my friends gym. I left, I had a bag full of gym stuff, the city is cold as a waspy witches tit and I needed to buy some cheap scarf to keep from catching a cold before the wedding so I stop into one of those narrow packed to the gills stores that sells all sort of junk and phone cards. While looking for the narrow aisle full of scarves that are called 100% pashmina but are really not, and cost 3.99 I accidentally hit an open and precariously placed box of espresso mugs and plates. This caused one of the plates to fall and break. I saw a man coming towards me, and I mistakenly assumed he was the owner, so I yelped. Oh my god I am sorry, and bolted from the scene, grabbing a scarf and a bottle of water. You know I even considered not buying the scarf but then I was like, no you broke that plate you have to buy this utterly crap scarf for 3.99 and a bottle of water to cover the cost of the plate you broke, see I am not totally without morals. I just don't like conflict.

When I get to the front this other man is approaching and he's carrying the broken plate. He gets behind the cash onto a platform that puts him about 2 feet above my head and he says; "Just those two items?" and i say "yes" and he says "$6.52, you know if you break a plate. and I mean, this is true for any store. If you break something in a store you should always stay by the item and wait for teh owner to come and clean it up - let them decide if you need to pay for it or not. like me, I won't make you pay for this - but you should have stayed by the breakage". All this while holding my bill in his hand and not making change.

Below him I had cocked my head sideways like a puzzled bird and was looking up with an expression I have never honestly made before - I think, and I am not sure because I couldn't see it, but it may have been kind of like the face that Robert De Niro in taxi driver makes when he is saying "YOU talkin' ta me?" It was not a nice face to make and what I felt like saying was equally shitty. Something along the lines of, that plate you are holding probably cost about 24 cents. My time is worth more than that - and that's even taking into account that my time is not worth very much at all.

Then I felt like a classist snobby asshole, and also like Larry David and I mumbled something apologetic but also snivelling and wimpy and ran out onto the street where gale force winds blew me onto the subway to safety.

I like Toronto because I love my friends, but what gives Toronto the Good? What's with the "lecturing as a hobby vibe?"