#God is #Corey Haim

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Groat in the sack: Au natural is out

This is Jeff Groat. He’s the Runner’s sex columnist. He has only one qualification for the job: his last name sounds like a dirty word. That’s good enough for us. This week he talks about manscaping. It’s a real thing.... Continue Reading

On a Wet Day in Winter, Look at the Mountains

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Con-vacation

Creative writing: A short story by A.D. Gentle.... Continue Reading

Shifting Ice: Farewell, Kapilo

The ninth installment of Jared Vaillancourt’s ‘Shifting Ice’ series.... Continue Reading

Sushi in the city: Vancouver's sushi scene

Vancouver’s sushi scene is one of the most diverse in the world, good thing the stuff is pretty darn healthy.... Continue Reading

If We Are Machines: The very definition of indie

If We Are Machines speaks with The Runner on everything from their childhoods, to testicle-waxing. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.... Continue Reading

#RIPAlejandrajonas

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Ben Horne invades The Runner!

Our friend Ben Horne’s latest, awesome, wicked, dragon-slaying comic. Check out his other stuff at dinger.ca... Continue Reading

Groat in the sack: Drop the v-card

Our sex columnist talks virginity.... Continue Reading

Shifting Ice: All Good Things

The eighth installment of Jared Vaillancourt’s ‘Shifting Ice’ series.... Continue Reading

Shifting Ice: Rest For The Wicked

The seventh installment of Jared Vaillancourt’s ‘Shifting Ice’ series.... Continue Reading

Shifting Ice: Secret Tensions

The sixth installment of Jared Vaillencourt’s ‘Shifting Ice’ series.... Continue Reading

Shifting Ice: Alas, Poor Jaxal...

The fifth installment of Jared Vaillancourt’s ‘Shifting Ice’ series.... Continue Reading

Shifting Ice: Secret Tensions

The fourth installment of Jared Vaillancourt’s ‘Shifting Ice’ series.... Continue Reading