“This is Halloween, Pumpkins scream in the dead of night”
-This is Halloween, Nightmare Before Christmas

I like Halloween, if only for the zombies and candy.

And I sat next to Darth vader this morning on the streetcar. We were the only ones dressed up. I wish I had my camera.

Back from a weekend in Ottawa visiting Natalie and Kate (Old roommate and new old roommate). Lots of fun and lots of tasty food (yay Azteca and Beavertails!). And also lots of cats. Nothing overly exciting except for a trip to the CHOCOLATE FACTORY!!!You can’t get much more exciting than that. Only downside is there's no Willy Wonka. Or Johnny Depp. In fact, Kate and I skipped a Halloween drinking party because we didn’t want to be hung over for the chocolate factory (that and we just got lazy). And speaking of the best, laziest Halloween costume of all time: Kate’s “Superman” costume which features and entirely black wardrobe and a finger puppet of Superman. When people ask what you are, put your finger in the air and yell, “Superman!” He also makes a good drinking companion.

“I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red, I am the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes, and spiders in my hair”

And Natalie and I had fun with her menagerie of animals and beasts at her house, including a lovely visit from Puivis, who killed and tortured a small cat toy.

“Boys and girls of every age, Wouldn’t you like to see something strange?”

And today, I am dressed like a giant butterfly... Just like I do everyday. When people say, “nice Halloween costume” I’ve taken to saying, “What?! It’s Halloween?! I forgot!!” I enjoy making the office laugh. Caroline (a witch) and Patricia (a pirate) were dressed up earlier but now it’s just me. Neither one is actually a real witch or pirate (damn!), just in case you were wondering.

“’Round that corner man, hiding in the trashcan, something’s waiting there to pounce, and how you’ll scream”

And because it’s Halloween, it means that I have to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas. Last Halloween conjures (like a witch, get it?) up good memories of a Forsey costume party with Natalie, Dirk, Shane, Eve, Heidi and Mairin where we dressed up and watched/ heckled The Shining. I love ruining things for others. Good fun (for me). I make I interesting.

“This is Halloween, everybody make a scene, Trick or Treat till the neighbour’s gonna die of fright”

And I have Kate, my loyal reader, to thank for being an inspiration for the following:

UNDERRATED: Alcohol soaked fruit found at the bottom of an empty Sangria glass. Delicious!
OVERRATED: Will power. Want to eat that whole bag of candy? Go ahead. I did.

“Life’s no fun without a good scare”

“Hey, how long till the music drowns you out?”

-Boyfriend, Ashlee Simpson

This crappy song is stuck in my head. Ashlee Simpson slurs all her words like she’s too lazy to enunciate. Drives me nuts. It’s stupid and if Ashlee Simpson stole your boyfriend, you’re obviously better off without him. Anyone who voluntarily migrates towards her has their own share of problems. She spells her name with two E’s! She swears in Boyfriend to get some street cred! But damn that song for it’s catchiness!

“Don't you got somewhere to go?”

So sleepy today. Nothing to do. Trying not to nod off and drinking extra strong cups of tea this afternoon. It doesn’t help that its soooo quiet here today.

“Don't put words up in my mouth”

This kind of weirded me out but not in a bad way: I was looking up photos of Cillian Murphy because I love him (on an unrelated note, I did buy 28 Days Later yesterday but that was more out of a lack of zombie films in my collection but with the added bonus of Cillian Murphy as the non-zombie star)…okay way off track. Anyway, I was looking up photos on a Cillian Murphy website and this person had pictures from the Breakfast on Pluto premiere at the Toronto Film Festival which corresponds nicely with my own photos of the event. What weirded me out was that after the screening when I was hanging out at the back door to the theatre after the show to see Bono, Liam, Neeson, Neil Jordan, and Cillian Murphy exit, there was a small crowd. Everyone was taking pictures as Cillian left. He was so nice. He hung around to sign autographs and pose for pictures. But the weird thing is, is that I looked at one of the photos and I’m in the background, standing there. It’s weird to see yourself unexpectedly, on a Cillian Murphy fansite. I should have saved that picture because now I can’t find it online. And that was the whole reason I was so late getting to the Mod Club for Leanne’s birthday: I chose to hang outside a theatre in the dark waiting for celebrities to appear. It’s obvious choice (for me anyway), what with my weakness for the Irish and all. And that was the night of the infamous Bono spotting. Screw my real friends, I love Irish celebrities.

Here he is in Red Eye if you have no idea who I am talking about (my good pics of him haven't been uploaded from the film fest):

“Hey, how long till you look at your own life, Instead of looking into mine”

Sigh. My weakness for Irish men grows stronger everyday…but only when Colin Farrell appears clean instead of all greasy and gross. If I ever go to Ireland on vacation, and I will, I’ll fall in love with the first handsome Irish man who speaks to me and I’ll never come back. I know myself too well.

“Always staring at me like I took him from you”

Okay, going to O-Town this weekend for the first time since I don’t officially belong there. That’s right; I’m coming to visit you Kate and Natalie. And I’m coming with Halloween costumes and props. At least I’ll get to sleep on the train.

“Hey, how long till you're leaving me alone?”

UNDERRATED: The view of the naked man from my office window. He’s not the kind of naked man you want to see from your office window, but he makes it interesting. He’s no Cillian Murphy. Not that I know what he looks like sans clothing because he’s no Ewan McGregor with the shunning of pants and all. That’s right Ewan McGregor, we know you like showing off what you’ve got and rightfully so.

OVERRATED: Planning a Halloween costume months in advance. Just look at the odds and ends I had around the house that I threw into my suitcase for a costume: a black wig, butterfly wings, Christmas cardinals that I painted black and glued feathers on to make them look evil for my bird attack costume from last year, Pipin the giant Christmas pheasant who was also given a Halloween makeover, Devil horns, and vampire teeth (I wear these year round whenever I watch Interview with the Vampire, also directed by Neil Jordan and starring Irish men).

“Don't you got somewhere to go?”

“If I could Stay, then the night would give you up”
-Stay, U2

What happens when you have a staff football game in the rain? I call in sick on Monday. I also dress like a butterfly for Girl Guides' Halloween parties.

And yes, I know, a butterfly isn't my typical Halloween costume. Like last year's being attacked by birds costume. But, I'm lazy.

Staff football game in near freezing temperatures in the rain was fun. Hey, the bf won 1st prize of movie passes and we went to see Stay because of it, but we had to sit around in wet clothes during a bad brunch in order to earn it (Don’t go to the Fox and the Fiddle on Danforth in Toronto, or you get what you deserve). But at least I played in my very first football game and by played, I mean just ran around the wet field. Awesome turnout: a whole 6 staff members, and 2 family/friends (only 7 of us who played the game).

“Stay with the demons you drowned, Stay with the spirit I found”

So Stay was…weird. . I think I liked it. I think I understood it, but then maybe what I think was going on is all wrong. I’ll have to wait for the DVD director’s commentary. I’ll tell Ryan Gosling’s aunt/my co-worker I liked it and ask her to come and explain it to me to see if I got it right. And it was missing the perfect song on it’s soundtrack: Stay by U2, off the much maligned Zooropa CD (listen to Babyface on repeat and get back to me if you disagree).

“Your wheels are turning but you’re upside down”

One movie you shouldn’t watch is Fever Pitch. I saw it and I regret it. I should have stuck with reruns of The Simpsons. My loathing for Jimmy Fallon grows stronger still. That’s what you get when you leave SNL: Fever Pitch and Taxi (and I don’t mean the “good” Taxi with Danny DeVito).

“And if you shout, I’ll only hear you”

OVERRATED: Spoon-fed film plots- ie. Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back. The End (see all romantic comedies). And that’s why I hate “Chick Flicks” (unless I’m enjoying them ironically).
UNDERRATED: Incoherent film plots- ie. Films that make you ask, “What the Hell was that about?” …Like Stay (which was neither good, nor bad, but I just wish I had someone to tell me what exactly it was supposed to be about. I think I’m missing some profound message here).

“Stay and the night would be enough”

“Here is the best part of the song, where I admit, that I might be wrong”
-Brother, The Organ

TGIF. Especially because Bono is on the cover of Novemeber's Rolling Stone which goes on sale today!)

I just like to pass on hilarious celeb bits when I hear them, especially when they are about people I don’t like (Kirsten Dunst) or whose movies I think suck (Elizabethtown), or whose boyfriend (?) I also dislike (Jerk Gyllenhaal).

So we proceed with last weeks rumours that Kirsten Dunst is a huge drunk (idontlikeyouinthatway.com, Hollywood Rag, etc.). As some of you may know, I despire Kirsten Dunst not only on her acting merits but mostly because I can’t stand looking at her weird ass teeth. And now I’m not the only one. Idontlikeyouinthatway.com described her as a “Fanged She-Beast” which caused me to laugh, spit tea out of my mouth onto my laptop and attract the attention of co-workers (who are cool anyway and laughed at the She Beast). And apparently for all of you who speak Danish, “Dunst” means a horrible smell beyond all proportion. Enjoy it! This is why I love gossip blogs.

“Enjoy it while you can, before things change”

Other than that in the world of me, Nayeli, Topher, Dan and I saw “Red Eye” last night. I think I would have enjoyed it less if Cillian Murphy was in it because I now have a more developed crush on him (it did begin during the film festival when I saw him at the Breakfast on Pluto screening and he spoke in his Irish accent but he then became overshadowed by the Peter Sarsgaard incident, but that’s not his fault. It’s hard to compete with the Sars). Rachel MacAdams, who I also saw during the fest, was okay. I like her too. I’m not sure if I really did like the movie or I had more fun talking through it with Dan and correctly guessing several key plot points. Even when I was trying to be ridiculous and make stuff up, it all came true anyway. There might be some plot holes but then again I did talk through a portion of it so that may have been my bad. The 6 other people in the theatre didn’t seem to care anyway.

“Lie down in a field if you can, and look at the night sky, Oh where does it end?”

That’s all. Staff football game and brunch on Sunday should be fun, especially since I’ve never played football, don’t understand the rules or the game in general, but hey, I like embarrassing myself in public. I also like brunch (take note of last night’s dinner: Eggs Benedict). And it all should be fun after a night out drinking. And I have to stry and cram the movie Stay into the weekend too for the love of Ewan McGregor and all things weird and creepy.

OVERRATED: Squirrels. Yes, I usually like squirrels, but I also think that they’re getting smug as of late, what with the stealing of my peanut butter sandwich last month and it being nut season and all. So horde my little friends and scurry about on your business before the winter comes.
UNDERRATED: Breakfast. Anytime. Anywhere.

“We have got to take cover, brother”

“You are the latest contender, You are the one to remember”
-Darts of Pleasure, Franz Ferdinand

Franz Ferdinand rocked the half-empty Ricoh Coliseum last night and I have the pictures to prove it.


The FF show was great. Saw it with Dirk, Nayeli, the “Good” Chris R and his friend Liz (the two of them spent the extra cash for floor tix). They really played a lot of songs from both of their albums. Frontman Alex Kapranos was quite the showman, jumping up on top of the drum kit and playing his guitar and drinking beer. One of the highlights was at one point during the encore, 3 of them were playing one drum kit, which was cool. Paul the drummer played guitar for one of the songs while their friend stepped in to play the drums, proving that it’s good to have famous friends because you get to be a secondary member of the band and not just a roadie.

“I know that you will surrender”

The arena however, was only about half full at my best optimistic guess. It must be quite a change to go from opening for U2 to 35,000 people to playing a half-empty (pessimistic this time) arena. But they rocked it anyway. The crowd on the floor jumped up and down, as did Dirk, Nayeli and I in our seats, which had great views of the stage. The nice thing about not being crammed into a sold out row is that you have room to dance, which we did for the entire shows, as well as sang along to all the songs. And I gotta give props to the old dude in front of us who sang along to every song too. We thought he was just a parent being dragged by his son to the show, but Dad proved more lively than Son.

“This was an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it, Words of love, words so leisured, Words are poisoned darts of pleasure”

Take Me Out, Michael, Dark of the Matinee, This Fire, and Do You Want To were my faves. They opened with Jacqueline and ended the show with This Fire. Relatively short set, but that’s what you get when you only have 2 albums and some of your songs are under 3 minutes. I would see them again, but I would prefer them in a smaller venue, or at least get floor tickets if they were going to play somewhere larger. The only real complaint was that the merchandise people had planned poorly. Before the show even started they had run out of some shirts completely and others only had extreme sizes left- XS or XL. That and they weren’t that nice (except yours Dirk…damn you for being so lanky).

“You are the devil, That sells a line of dark fantastic passion”


And now, I provide you with commentary from Kate, who I offended with yesterday’s pogo-tirade:

“I'm offended about your overrated pogo comment. I do enjoy the pogo ball, it was a lot of fun, although if you were not paying attention, sometimes if you were in pogo induced euphoria, you could bounce right over and hit your face on the concrete...that was overrated. Pogos, i.e. the hotdog dipped in cornbready goodness and fried to a lovely artificial yellow....they are still number one with me. I shake my fist at you…”

And look, here are some U2 pictures from the ACC shows in September:

For those of you in the know, there are more U2 pictures on my Yahoo Photos webpage, or I can email them to you.

OVERRATED: The bag search at concerts. Thank you for opening up my bag, glancing in to it and telling me to move on without probing deeper. Like you can really see my camera, wallet, phone, iPod, keys, knick knacks and paraphernalia underneath my shows with one cursory glance. What about the pockets man! Not that I feel threatened at a Franz show, but I could have had a knife in there, as could have any number of crazy guys.
UNDERRATED: Having more than one exit at a venue which holds mass amounts of people. See Rachel and Nayeli taking 20 minutes to get out of the Coliseum through its only exit. Hate to be there when it’s packed.

“Ich heiße superfantastisch”

“She bangs, she bangs, Oh baby when she moves, she moves”
-She Bangs, Ricky Martin (DISCLAIMER: Just so you know, I had to look these lyrics up. Brace yourselves, lyrical genius Ricky Martin is making a comeback via his new CD. Shudder and move on…and I don’t think he is a lyrical genius because I don’t think he actually writes his own music. He leaves that to Menudo.)

Today is Franz Ferdinand Day.

Tonight is the Franz Ferdinand show with Cut Copy and TV on the Radio, neither of whom I have heard of. Should be fun, as it always is when I’m in the company of Dirk and Nayeli!

“'Cause she walks like she talks, And she talks like she walks” (That makes SO much sense…thanks for 'splaining it Ricky!)

Spent the weekend in Montreal with Rusty for a wedding. It rained all weekend, but that’s fine by me (although I don’t think the bride was too happy). The actual wedding was in Cowansville/Sutton area at an inn in the mountains where we stayed. It was nice. Other than that, not much excitement.

Nayeli is back from Mexico, and Eve is coming home for just over a week from Japan in December/January, so that’s all good. We’ll do it up for New Years.

“You lit a fuse, and now I'm ticking away, Like a bomb... yeah baby” (If only it were true)

If you haven’t been here: www.scientomogy.info go now, before the Man shuts it down. It’s the usual “Tom Cruise is Crazy” sort of things, but we all know it’s the truth.
And I need a Halloween costume….maybe I can get someone to go as nutty Cruise and I can be his uterus, Katie Holmes…maybe a bit too scary for the kids…

“Talk to me, tell me your signYou're switchin' sides like a GeminiYou're playing gamesAnd now you're hittin' my heartLike a drum... yeah baby”
(Notice how nothing here actually rhymes)

I booked a day trip to Bruges (or Brugge if you prefer the Flemish ways) when I am in Paris next month. Everyone has really recommended it and I’ve never been to Belgium (bringing my total countries visited this year alone up to 7 and my third time in France in 2 years).

I have no interesting anecdotes this week. It’s been cold and rainy so the crazy guys that hang out in the park have been elsewhere, sleeping in boxes, scaring children, etc. I haven’t seen my crazy show guy in a long time. So sad. Sometimes I need his “You Look Goooood” words of encouragement.

“She reminds me, That a woman's got one thing on her mind” (That one thing is “GO away Ricky Martin’)

OVERRATED: Pogos. The food, not the apparatus. I really don’t want some sort of hotdog coated in stuff on a stick (sorry Kate, and all you other Pogo-ists). A pogo stick on the other hand would make getting to work a breeze.
UNDERRATED: Pogo Balls. Remember those? There’s 2 in my garage from circa 1991. They were convenient, shaped like Saturn, for all your hopping needs. They can’t hold a candle to a Skip It though (also 2 in my garage).

“They better lock me up for life” (PLEASE????!!!!)

“I love your friends - they're all so arty”
-Do You Want To? Franz Ferdinand

This will be the first of several posts about Franz Ferdinand as I get ready for their concert on Tuesday with Dirk and Nayeli…and by several I mean two…

It’s been said before, but I’ll say it again: I really like this new Franz Ferdinand CD, possibly better than their first one. So do like Will Smith says and, “don’t download, go out and by the record.” Well, no one really listens to Will Smith, I certainly didn’t.

Speaking of Will Smith, you know what disgusts me? The pending TomKitten that Tom “Psycho Cult leader” Cruise and Katie “Surrogate Womb Zombie” Holmes are having. Yuck. So gross.

“He's a friend and I knew him before you”

Onto more delicious things to take our mind off of that disgusting mess. Here’s a list of things that you can think of that are better than TomKat:

-Caterpillars: They’re fluffy and warm and sometimes bite (ask Dirk).

-The new season of Lost: I wish I had a hatch with a man living in it.

-Ghosts: Scary! Easy Halloween costume! (I might go as a dead prom queen, since I couldn’t find recruits to go as members of Devo with me…but stayed tuned for a possible Devo-themes party in the future).

-Leg warmers: They’re not really back as Old Navy ads might lead you to believe, but they do their job in keeping the calf warm. Share similar properties to the caterpillar.

-the man on the escalator at lunch today who hit me with his bag as I was passing him who then asked me if I minded. Mind what? Getting hit by your bag because you’re a clumsy oaf? I turned and said, “Excuse me, do you mind?” and then muttered voodoo hexes on him under my breath.

-A Platypus: I had an 8th grade teacher we called Mr. Platypus because he always pursed his lips to put on chap stick. We also put chalk dust in his coffee. And I once called him an ass to his face. Memories…

-Peter Sarsgaard: That’s what I’m thinking of and not the plot holes in Flightplan.

-Skinny ties: a la Franz Ferdinand and the '80s.

-Streetcars: helping you be late for work, 5 days a week! “It’s not my fault I’m 34 minutes late, it was the TTC!”

“When I woke up tonight I said I'm, Going to make somebody love me”

Actually, I like to wake up in the morning and think that I’m going to make somebody dislike me. I’m too abrasive. If I were Italian, people would call me passionate, and not a jerk. Not that I’m complaining.

In regard to my impending trip to Paris, I found out that Goldfrapp is opening for Coldplay. What? Who? You may ask, just as I did, but then I heard some of their/her songs. I recommend the cover of Olivia Newton-John’s “Physical” and “Oh La La” which I swear is in a movie that may have never existed.

I also scoffed at the TV the other night when I saw Ashlee Simpson on SNL. Alas, she didn’t fall flat on her face. She “proved” she can “sing.” Good for you, now fade into obscurity! Remember when SNL was good? And I’m not talking about Mango.

“Do you want to, Want a go of what I'd never let you before”

OVERRATED: My recipe guide from the National Pork Council (aka “You GO Grill!”). Everything is too complicated to make, and pork is still the other white meat for me.
UNDERRATED: Voodoo. Sometimes all you need to do is stick needles in an effigy of your nemesis.

“You're lucky lucky, you're so lucky”

"Love to eat turkey, 'cause it's good..."
-Thanksgiving Song, Adam Sandler

Happy Thanksgiving/Turkey Day!

In honour of the freezing temperatures (okay, 12 degrees C, isn't really cold, I don't even wear a coat. Come April that's practically balmy spring weather) but it's cold in the house and the heat doesn't get turned on until Oct. 15th. And I'm too lazy/fire hazaard-prone to get the fireplace going.
Here are some pictures that we took with Eve's camera in August (you remember August right? So long ago, but so many good tines).




The Mexican has gone to Mexico and I am all alone....but soon she'll return for Franz Ferdinand!




There's nothing I love more than a 4 day work week, except perhaps, a 3 day work week...

Thanksgiving brought lovely conversation about airports of the world. The best sleep I ever had in an airport was in Barcelona. I know there's a website that rates airports on their sleep-a-bility factor, I should check out what they thought of Barcelona. I'm undecided on Frankfurt. It was complicated to switch from Air Canada to Lufthansa and vice versa what with elevator rides, an escalator, and a never ending underground tunnel made of corrugated metal and lights that changed from pink to blue. it went on for miles. I'd hate to be transferring to another flight with a limited time to make it there. So complicated. And that creepy tunnel. I had a nightmare about it once. it was like something out of Brazil (the movie, not the country) or worse, The Island. I also give props to the Marco Polo airport in venice for it's lovely waterfall and it's fun to load your luggage onto a boat. And as you drive away in the water taxi, the planes are landing over your head.

“I get up when I want except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen”
-Parklife, Blur

Actually, if we want to be accurate, I get rudely awakened everyday at 6:24am by the trollup that lives upstairs. Assuming it is a she. Lots of pounding on the floor and I assume jumping up and down as she lets her herd of elephants in.

“Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as parklife”

So I’m in the middle of planning my trip to Paris, which has now been extended to a full week thanks to the good people at EMI Music who accepted my request to stay for some extra time. Basically, I get a week in Paris for the cost of 3 nights’ hotel and food. Not too shabby.

I’ve been to Paris before and it’s just hard to figure out a logical plan of action for things to do when one of us hasn’t been to Europe before and the weather is iffy, at best, at the end of November/beginning of December.

“I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea, and I think about leaving the house”

That’s about all that’s going on today. That and I just dumped half a packet of sugar all over my desk. I’m so very tired but I have much to do today.

I did trip over a small dog in the park and actually fell down. But that’s to be expected from me. Just like Dirk getting bit in the neck by a caterpillar….
That’s it. I can’t think of anything creative to end with today.

“I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows too, it gives me a sense of enormous well-being”

"For the fallen are the virtuous among us, Walk among us, Never judge us"
-The Fallen, Franz Ferdinand

Not much going on today, so I thought I’d add a few more photos from the film festival.

Here's Elijah Wood as he walked by me at the Everything is Illuminated premiere. yes he is that short, and yes his are are really that blue.

This is Liev Schreiber, Elijah Wood and Eugene Hutz of Gogol Boredello rocking the mustache at the Everything is Illuminated Q & A.

David Duchovny is slightly out of focus, but at least he's signing autographs at Trust the Man.

Here's the full cast of Neverwas during the Q & A.

Maggie Gyllenhall and Peter Sarsgaard arriving on the red carpet (that's them in the centre of the photo)

Helena Bonham- Carter and Nick Park at the Wallace and Gromit gala.

And one more of Billy Crudup talking to Peter Sarsgaard. He looks happy talking to Peter. I would be too.

That's all the pictures for now. I have more that I might add later.

"So I'm sorry if I ever resisted, I never had a doubt that you ever existed"

And from the “How to Ruin Your Life and Career” file, here’s a link to the video that shows Kate Moss doing coke: http://www.stuntcook.com/index.php?i=13397 if you're interested.

OVERRATED: Having Naomi Campbell come to your drug-taking defense. At least she's on your side. Naomi isn't someone you want as your enemy. She loves bar fights and such.

UNDERRATED: Inadveredtly becoming 2005's poster girl for Say No to Drugs. I'm talking to you, Kate Moss.

It is also new Franz Ferdinand CD day. It's good. Buy it.

"So they say you're trouble boy, Because you like to destroy, All the things that bring idiots joy, Well what's wrong with a little destruction? "

Toronto International Film Festival pictures

I'm finally posting some pics from the Festival...I really am so lazy that it took 3 weeks and these are only a fraction of them...maybe more in another 3 weeks.

Peter Sarsgaard. This is where he smiled and winked at me at the Trust the Man premiere. See also: Where I died and went to heaven

Billy Crudup and Claire Danes at Trust the Man

A very unflattering picture of Julianne Moore which proves that even celebrities are not photogenic all the time.

Keanu Reeves, who is much more handsome in real life at the premiere for Thumbsucker

The cast of Thumbsucker. Lou Pucci is on the left and Keanu Reeves is the other guy. I don't knwo who the women are and it really doesn't matter. It might be Tilda Swinton on the right. I can't remember her being there, but then again, I was really sick at this point. And I do like Tilda Swinton. And it certainly looks like her...

Cast of Neverwas including my favourite picture of Nick Nolte looking pensive. Alan Cumming is in the striking plaid suit and Aaron Eckhart is there on the left. he was a delight to sit across from during the screening. I love you Nick Nolte! I also love how you were wandering around in the middle of the street in Yorkville. He so crazy!

Thank You for Smoking cast including Aaron Eckhart, William H. Macy ("Hey Bill Macy!"), Cameron Bright, Jasson Reitman, Aaron Eckhart, and Adam Brody (I don't get why people are attracted to him. Far too lanky)

Eva Mendes at Trust the Man

Neil Jordan, Liam Neeson, and Cillian Murphy at Breakfast on Pluto

My pictures seemed to have stopped wanting to upload, so I'll post some of David Duchovny, more of the Thank You for Smoking cast, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Jerk Gyllenhaal, and Elijah Wood and Eugene Hutz who is rocking an awesome 'stache.

“October…and the trees are stripped bare of they wear, What do I care?”
-October, U2

Let us welcome October with the album October and Adam Clayton who was rocking the blonde afro in 1981. It was a very good year. Way to look sullen.

Not much new and exciting over the weekend. Just a little excessive shopping and drinking, but that’s par for the course.

Had some high school friends come and visit me in the city which is where we had our shopping extravaganza in Kensington Market, the Eaton’s Centre, and (shudder) Honest Ed’s.

“October, and kingdoms rise…”

Where do I begin to describe Honest Ed’s?
I had never been in this fabled store before and hopefully I will never have to again. It’s ass if BiWay and Bargain Harolds mated and gave birth to a Giant Tiger which then threw up Honest Ed’s. For example, one can purchase a lacquered desk pen set with a holographic Toronto skyline circa 1992, a twig encrusted crucifix, VHS tapes like “Ruskies,” “Basil,” and other forgotten gems, sweaters for .99¢ (straight off the runway!), hair tonic, and the dreaded “meat” department which was really the basement and where I dared not to go. All the while we were under the watchful eye of signed photos of the stars of yesteryear, most of which we couldn’t identify. And for 2 former film students and pop culture junkies, that’s quite a feat.

I also saw the most grotesque cuckoo clock on the face of the earth. It puts Swiss clockmakers to shame. Watch this space for the pictures. Thankfully, I had my camera with me to document the monstrosity. I should have taken a picture of the .99¢ sweaters so you too could behold their beauty.

“…and kingdoms fall…”

The weekend also featured a house party at casa Dirk. I brought the roomies Leanne and Sharifa with me where we ate lots of candy in Dirk’s room, and drank “sangria” which at one point consisted of fruit, vodka, cooking wine, Sprite, and beer. Probably one of the reasons that Leanne because obsessed with the tiny hand reflection from the mirror in the bathroom…

We then proceeded to go to Revival with some dudes that Leanne had met the night before. One was a whiner who Sharifa and I ditched and headed into the club. Revival was an awful experience this time around, which always happens when you bring a friend who has never been. It was crowded and full of drunk frat boys who were more interested in going home with themselves than paying any attention to the ladies.

High/lowlight of the night was when this guy spotted my Clash t-shirt, came over and said, “Hey, you like The Clash?” I said yes. Then he said, “Who are they anyway? Are they the ones that sing that song where they run around in the video dressed as food?” I scoffed at him and turned my back on his ignorance. And I can only imagine that he was somehow confusing The Clash with Good Charlotte and that video where they run around dressed like food. For shame.

Next weekend looks more promising as it involves turkey and a trip to Thorold, “Where the Ships Climb the Mountain.”

OVERRATED: Pretty boys. Yeah, you heard me. All style and no substance. If you want to argue, I’ll just remind you that one of them confused The Clash with Good Charlotte. Good Charlotte! As if Joe Strummer would ever date old horse face Hilary Duff.
UNDERRATED: Sangria. Throw whatever you want in a pot, add some fruit, and voila, sangria! It’s no Boone’s, but it’ll do.

I also got to chat via webcam with my girl in Japan, Eve. I'll get my retro webcam up and running again soon...

“But you go on…and on”

(I realized after I chose this song that there’s only 4 lines of lyrics to it)