You know who I'm talking about because you all have friends like this: Couples who, despite the fact that they live with each other and share the same bed, feel the compulsion to constantly tell each other how much they love one another via uploaded photos of them kissing each other, or overemotional love proclamations as Facebook status updates for everyone to see. Barf.

Grammys are meant to crown the best of the best in music and in 2011 our very own Arcade Fire were it. Arcade Fire are a damn good band, but they're not the best band in the world. That's because the best band in world aren't from Los Angeles or New York or London or Montreal. The best band in the world are from Oslo, Norway and they're called Turbonegro.

Why do people think that others want to hear about their dreams? We all have them. Doesn't that cancel out each other's interest in them? But relaying dreams is like trying to use sign language on the blind. This painful ritual happens to almost everyone every morning of all our lives. We get it -- dreams are bizarre. Big deal.

Why do people watch medical dramas? Who needs to spend what little free time they have sitting in front the television set watching, for example, a little kid be diagnosed with a terminal illness while his parents are in the midst of getting a divorce? Its real-life probability is still too high to simply suspend disbelief and enjoy it for the casual televised entertainment it's meant to be.

Temptations are always abound in the world of rock 'n' roll and it's easy to be drawn to them like flies to a pile of shit. In the last few years I have fallen to an addiction -- I've become a coffee drinker. When I told my friends I'd caved they excitedly began schooling me on the world of java. Still, drinking Starbucks coffee doesn't come without its share of conditions and compromises.