Okay, I’m sick of the old format! No more bests, now it’s the lowest, the lamest, and the least-worthy stuff that washed over the transom of the Vancouver metblog. None of this is in season, and it is all below the size limits.

Dane blogged the worst beer of the month. Here’s a hint, hipsters: PBR went away because it tastes bad. It’s back because you are stupid.

Rod reported on the worst party (or maybe, depending on one’s perspective, the best party) last month. The story left me wondering how long you get grounded for doing $70,000 damage to your parents’ house.

Mussels found the worst hat of the month. At least, I think it’s the worst hat. The accompanying photo was blurry. Matt probably just needs to upgrade from his trashcam. It’s a Lomo, right?

Worst film? Well, Jeffery found one about Winnipeg Jets fans who can’t let go. Guys, your team has been gone for how long, and you’re still on what, stage two of the five stages of grief?

Worst reporting? Dane rolled up a story from the Toledo Blade that described Vancouver’s long Winters. Average annual snowfall in Toledo, Ohio? 37 inches. Wikipedia says Vancouver will be the warmest city to ever host the Winter Olympics.

Worst restaurant? Matt makes the case for Kitanoya Guu. (And I make a try for worst comment in that post, by taking two tries to figure out that this is the Guu in Gastown, and that’s not the Indian restaurant I was thinking of…)

Worst joke? Jeffery cracked wise about the Queen of the North sinking. A poster using the name “Notfunny” left this comment: “Too soon.”

Worst blogger overall? It’s all about me, baby. This month I blogged a dodgeball league, recommended two pages of one of the free papers, wrote a fairly incoherent attempt to trash the Golden Plates (true story: that post started as a takedown on a Gwynne Dyer column on Taiwanese politics in the Straight).

What’s the conclusion here? Go read something else. Er, maybe not that. And enjoy the rest of your day