“You never come home at night because you're out romancing.I wish you bring some of your love home to me. But my girl wants to party all the time”
-Party All the Time, Eddie Murphy & Rick James

I just keep thinking about this song. I like to imagine it was conceived thusly once upon a time:

Rick James: What does your girl like to do?
Eddie Murphy: My girl likes to party all the time…party all the time.

And from there, it was set to music. The End. And for the record, the best memory I have of this song is when Dirk, Mairin and I followed up our screening of the Hitler drama Downfall with beer at Hooters in Ottawa. The music playing was a mix of ‘80’s hits. I made the famous comment, “What would make this evening ever better is ‘Party All the Time’” when lo and behold, minutes later, the synthesizer kicked in and my girl started to party all the time.

“I've seen you in clubs just hanging out and dancing”

When was the last time you had a conversation with a man with a mustache? This is what I was pondering this morning as I searched the streets from the window of my streetcar for a mustachioed man. I saw men with a variety of beards, but no stand alone mustaches. Of course, every time I think of mustaches image of Jack Layton, Clark Gable, and Mr. Magnum PI himself, Tom Selleck circa 1985, as well as my Dad in the late ‘80s come to mind. I’m going to keep looking for men with mustaches this week. Just like my search for brown cars. I haven’t seen an actual brown car in months. Maybe all the men with mustaches have them. Or maybe they’re all concentrated in a single area, the way Heidi says Spain is haven to the mulleted kind and you’re most likely to see a man wearing denim cut-off shorts in the summer in Thorold a la Tobias Funke and his “never nude” affliction (that’s my sweet "Arrested Development" reference of the day).

Listening to the CBC National Playlist debate, basking in the warm sun though my window, and eating gummy hearts. I had a nice, fun, and upbeat email from Eve waiting for me this morning in my inbox which is one blessing the time difference brings. It seems as though we are going to be digging through abandoned bikes in the bike cemeteries in Fukushima to find ourselves new bikes in May. After all, I do have experience digging in cemeteries.

It’s the Stars concert tomorrow with Sofia and Dirk. The website/ticket says “Absolutely no cameras or recording devices of any kind” so we’ll see where that leaves me with getting some video of it. I do have old Stars pictures from their show in Ottawa in April that Nat, Mairin, Dirk and Shane and I attended, so I’m not that upset if this show doesn’t yield pictures. And the "Amazing Race" is on tonight which always gives me ideas for new places to travel to. And I hear that they’re visiting Japan this season, so perhaps something will come of this. If not, I can live vicariously through Rusty as he plans his ‘round the world voyage (with a stop in Japan of course). And yes Kate, I’ll tell him you love him.

“You give your number to every man you see”

Top 5 Playlist Songs of the Day to Listen to When Searching for Mustaches or Songs that For One Reason or Another Remind Me of Mustaches (and just provide a better soundtrack for my search):

Love Stinks- J. Geils Band
Hungry Eyes- Patrick Swayze
Electric Barbarella- Duran Duran
Queer- Garbage
Party All the Time- Eddie Murphy (and Rick James): bonus points because I believe that Eddie Murphy may have had a mustache at the time this song was conceived…that and My Girl Wants to Party All the Time

Mmmmmm Pancake Tuesday...I think McDonalds serves pancakes all day. It was afterall, Jesus' favourite day of the year.

“She likes to party all the time - party all the time”

“And I still find it so hard, To say what I need to say, But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me, Just how I should feel today
-Blue Monday, New Order

Never watch Kingdom of Heaven. That’s what I learned this weekend. Orlando Bloom just can’t act, is mildly unattractive, and can’t carry a film. I’m not sure if I preferred Elizabethtown or Kingdom of Heaven. Close call since both are terrible. I guess I prefer KOF because of Liam Neeson, Jeremy Irons, Brendan Gleeson, and Edward Norton as “The Leper King.” That’s right, I said Edward Norton plays the Leper King. It’s true. I actually turned the movie off to watch a much better Edward Norton film, Primal Fear.

“But if it wasn't for your misfortune, I'd be a heavenly person today”

I spent the weekend with my parents, laying around the house, eating food that I didn’t have to pay for, and watching DVDs that I didn’t need to rent. My efforts on Sunday were fruitful as I was able to not only design an album cover for Mairin’s band Carbon Dating Service, but I also uploaded the video of Broken Social Scene playing “Lover’s Spit” live.

Here are the fruits of my labour that fulfill the band’s desire for quantity over quality:


It's a tad bland, but it completes me. I met the requirements: A polar bear wearing a helmet with a lazer shooting a narwhal in the belly with a robot on a snowmobile in the background all set under the aurora borealis. I don’t have mad photoshopping skillz but it pleases me some. I prefer to work in crayon as it is more of my medium, as opposed to digital creations.

And the video:



The only other mildly amusing thing that happened to me today was that when I was buying sushi Nick Nolte’s mugshot picture fell out of my wallet on the counter in front of a quizzical Japanese woman. Yes, I do carry a picture of Nick Nolte’s mugshot in my wallet. I cut it out of a National Enquirer I found at my parent’s house. Ah “Crazy old Maurice” indeed.

“And I thought I was mistaken, And I thought I heard you speak”

Top 5 Tracks O’ the Afternoon, or What the Cool Kids are Listening To:

Little Green Bag- George Baker Selection
The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get- Morrissey
One Way or Another- Blondie

And because I keep plugging them today (anything to help a brother out):
The Carbon Dating Service Will Have Been Thieves (or Knights of the Periodic Table)- Carbon Dating Service
Clap Your Awkward Hands- Carbon Dating Service

“Now I stand here waiting...I thought I told you to leave me”

"Stop being so American, There's a time and there's a place, So James Dean, So blue jeans, Gonna save the world"
-Helicopter, Bloc Party

In Soviet Russia, car drives you!

I've added new links so look at them.

The most important is the link for Carbon Dating Service, Mairin's 9 member band (as opposed ot a one-man band, although if Mairin ever fronts a one-man band, I'd dig it). So get on your 99 cent pants and rock out.

MC Hammer Blog. Yes it really is him. Yes we do share the same birthday. "Please Hammer Don' Hurt 'Em." Laugh. I own it.

What I Learned Today... Helping us learn new fascinating facts, daily!

The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. We are all creations of the FSM. Also a great deal about pirates. Right up my alley. I'm a believer.

That's the news. I'm listening to Madonna and The Smiths, cleaning my room, and kicking ass at the Pop Secret Indie Film Trivia Challenge and my Hollywod Stock Exchange portfolio is booming. I will probably spend the rest of the afternoon watching the closing Olympic ceremonies and creating an album cover for Carbon Dating Serivce, so wish me luck.

"Are you hoping for a miracle? "

“We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer, Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear - livin' on a prayer”
-Livin’ on a Prayer, Bon Jovi (There’s my joke of the day)

Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday! Yay! It’s finally here! It’s been a long week at work and the upcoming month will only get busier here. Thank God I was smart enough to take the next two Fridays off in a row for some sweet 4 day work weeks! And I just got an email from the receptionist telling me that there’s cookies in one of the kitchens. Good day indeed.

Sofia and I called Nayeli in Mexico last night and chatted with her for a bit to find out how her new job and impending move out of the house are going. And Joyce- cool new roommate- and her bf stopped by to move some stuff in and heckle "Survivor" with me. I can tell we’ll get along just find. I also found a bizarre cheese platter set in a back cupboard, so Kate if it’s yours, you can have it back along with your tax documents. Mairin and I also concocted more episodes of “That’s Our Dirk!” via email…maybe I can convince Dirk to film something at the Stars concert on Wednesday.

“We've got to hold on to what we've got, 'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not”

I had a bizarre dream last night- it was Thanksgiving and Rusty, Eve, Mairin, the Mexican, Dirk, Kate, Dan, Nat (and even Puivis), and Sofia had come over for me to cook them a turkey in a house that wasn't even mine. Except they arrived and I realized that I had forgotten to even cook the turkey and/or prepare anything for the meal. Dirk and I opened the oven and found a piece of ham in there, then he told me not to worry because he knows how to cook a turkey in 20 minutes. Unlike in real life, Dirk’s turkey was a success. I believe this dream was brought on by:

a) Me subconsciously reminding myself to throw away the ham in the fridge
b) A result of the “That’s Our Dirk!” episode where Dirk tries to cook a turkey
c) The thought of food that awaits me at my parents house this weekend

I’m just glad I took care of all you people I care about in my dream. Now please remember that if I ever invite you over for turkey dinner, call me ahead of time and make sure I actually put food in the oven. Then end of the dream morphed into a tropical rainforest setting though and we sat around and watched all these terrible movies that had come for me in the mail from Zip.ca. Then some guy in a mask cut a hole in the screen window and jumped into the kitchen. That’s about where I woke up. And I believe that was brought on because I didn’t tell Joyce that there’s a hole in her screen window in her bedroom that I patched in August with a piece of paper, glue, saran warp, and bobby pins. It did the trick though.

“Gina works the diner all day, working for her man, She brings home her pay for love...for love”

I’m also very excited at the thought of Eve and I going to Osaka to see Coldplay, like I mentioned yesterday. Coldplay would officially become the only band I have seen in concert in 3 separate countries/continents (Canada, France, Japan). And because I was in a good mood having received a postcard from Miranda in Alberta with some sort of wild mountain beast on it, I uploaded a video from the Broken Social Scene concert last month that Dirk, Nat & I went to. So here’s BSS with Amy from Stars for part of Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl:



I’ll upload Lover’s Spit next week. Just didn’t have time last night. And I promised the Mexican I would take video of Stars for her so they’ll be here in the future.

“We've got to hold on ready or not”

Top 5 Songs of the Day Complied from the Best Concerts I Saw in Aught 5 that make me Excited for Concerts in Aught 6:

Discotheque- U2 (Sept. 17: best U2 show out of the 6 I’ve seen)
Ooh La la- Goldfrapp (Nov. 29)
Do You Want To- Franz Ferdinand (Oct. 17)
White Shadows- Coldplay (Nov. 29)
Your Ex-Lover is Dead- Stars (Apr. 18?)

Honourable mentions:

An Cat Dubh- The Bravery covering U2 (July 18)
Bedshaped- Keane (Feb. 11)

“You live for the fight when it's all that you've got”

“I don't know which side I'm on, I don't know my right from left, Or my right from wrong”
-Two Hearts Beat As One, U2

Today is a yummy day as I got to have my first Cadbury cream egg of the season. Easter is approaching! I actually don’t even care to know when Easter is this year, as long as there are cream eggs for me. And I know it’s not early this year, since some years my birthday falls on Good Friday. That was always a pleasure because I got the day off school (God bless Catholic schools…probably literally), and since I come from a family of heathens, we care not for religious ceremony and whatever else Good Friday is supposed to bring, and I usually had a party. So many delicious memories. I’m pretty sure all of my fondest memories somehow revolve around food (you’d like that Kate).

“You say I'm nothing, But if I'm a fool for you, Oh, that's something”

Last night was just one of those nights that just made me think. Not for any significant reason. It was pretty typical: watched The Sweet Hereafter, chatted online with Natalie and Shane, "Lost" was a repeat, read a book. Maybe it’s just this big impending move to Japan, coupled with decisions about work (Do I really want to stay and extend my contract? Am I crazy to turn down solid work and a salary?). And all the other stuff that comes with moving- saying goodbye to people who I’m not sure I’m ready to say goodbye to, moving on and moving out. Onwards and upwards I guess. All I know is that I have a ticket in my hand to Tokyo and a small portion of Japanese vocabulary. That’s all I need. And U2. Bono will help me though.

I’ve been in this mood a lot lately. Indecisive. Torn between what to pack and what to leave behind, literally, figuratively, metaphorically, personally, professionally.

“I try to spit it out, I try to explain, The way I feel”

It’s also that my birthday is steadily approaching and I don’t think I’m ready to be 24. So old, I know. However, I have decided that I want a pair of running shoes, shorts, and a cake for my birthday. Not just any cake- one from Subs Plus in St. Catharines with the sickly sweet butter cream icing. Like the Maltese Falcon, it’s “the stuff dreams are made of.” I can already taste March 29th…Actually I moved my birthday ahead to March 22nd because at work we get our birthday’s off, paid, but the 29th is too close to deadlines on April 1st. It’s good because it coincides with the Coldplay concert anyway. And I’m still sick with a cold brought on by a liger infestation. Not really, but one can dream.

Of course, all of this could be brought on by a lack of "The Amazing Race", but I only have to wait until Tuesday until the new season starts. Followed by Wednesday’s Stars concert…February did fly by.

Speaking of Coldplay, Eve and I are thinking of cathcing their concert in July in Osaka, Japan. I'm not sure if I need to see Coldplay 3 times in a 9 month span- they are afterall, no U2. But a trip to Osaka will be fun either way. And Nat is thinking of possibly coming to Japan in September as a break from theses and other such school-realted nonsense. Or at least, I'm trying to convince her that Japan is where she should escape to. I'm single-handedly improving Japan's tourism: My mom, aunt, Rusty, Caroline, and Nat are all in some stages of thinking of visiting. Add Eve's family to the list, and we might as well set up our own board of tourism.

“I don't get the answers right, I leave that to you”

And a friend and co-worker of mine, Heather, is moving to Mexico on Sunday. She is by far the person I am most jealous of because she’s going to be in sunny Oaxaca where it’s the hottest time of the year. I’m seriously craving spring. She’s going to Oaxaca to make solar-powered chocolate, which is more environmentally friendly and more humanitarian than anything I’ll ever accomplish. We all know that I’m more likely to go on a quest for the Loch Ness Monster than do something that benefits others, or involves actual labour. I would like to feed orangutans in Sumatra though. That’s kind of a good thing. Eh, back to work and eating a box of Nerds, which I bought to go with my cream egg. Good times. And scary thought of the day-

Imagine you came across this beast in a dark alley (the cat, not the man, although both frightening):


“I said, can't stop the dance, Maybe this is my last chance”

Today I am listening to:

The Devil’s Workday- Modest Mouse
Pacific Theme- Broken Social Scene
Summer of Protest- The Dears
Number 1- Goldfrapp
One Tree Hill- U2

I also accidentally listened to When the Lights Go Out by Five (5ive??) which came up when my iPod was on shuffle. I can only assume that it was there as part of a Mr. Beefy Dance Party or Old Fashioned Freak-Out featuring Puivis. Either way, it must have somehow involved Nat…It did make me laugh out loud at work, and then write a memo to myself to delete it off my computer when I get home.

“Are these words distraction, To the words you want to hear”

“Wait in line, 'Till your time, Ticking clock, Everyone stop”
-In the Waiting Line, Remy Zero

First up, just to clarify:

I love YOU Peter Sarsgaard, and your patented Peter Sarsgaard SARS Guards:


“Everyone's saying different things to me”

I watched this really random movies last night called Blue Juice starring Ewan McGregor and Catherine Zeta-Jones and a poor man’s Daniel Craig. Or, more precisely, I liked this faux Daniel Craig more than the real one, so the real Daniel Craig is now a poor man’s version of himself. The movie is about surfing. In England. And Ewan McGregor has gnarly surfer hair a la Keanu Reeves in Point Break.

“Motionless wheel, Nothing is real”

The highlights from the film include a dramatic jump off of a British cliff into the churning sea to rescue Ewan McGregor who if this were a real film, would have drowned before not-Daniel Craig even got to the beach. If that isn’t enough of a climax for you, they had to rush straight from the sea to an auction where an angry Zeta-Jones was waiting because she lost her bid on a sea shack. She didn’t even seem fazed that 3 wet men in wet suits, one of whom has just been saved from drowning and is bleeding, showed up at an auction for her. The movie was terrible, except for this one dude who gets himself all painted silver and then rides a horse with a knight’s helmet on. Otherwise, for a surfing film, it was disappointed as no one was eaten by sharks or attacked by a giant squid, which we all know should come standard in any film involving the sea.

Think about it- Titanic would have been so much better if Leonardo DiCaprio had been tangled up in an octopus’ tentacles and dragged to the bottom of the sea. Or if some sort of monster whale had taken a bite out of the ship instead. Or a wolphin maybe, but if it really were a cross between a wolf and dolphin instead of a whale/dolphin without eyes. I need to parlay this somehow into an episode of “That’s Our Dirk!” Perhaps I can convince Dirk to go for a swim in Lake Ontario…

Back to work (I’m a very busy person).

“Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream, But I'd rather not have seen, And I'll hide away for another day”

Today’s Song Choices from the Garden State soundtrack:

In the Waiting Line- Remy Zero
I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over You- Colin Hay
Eyes of Blue- Cary Brothers
Lebanese Blonde- Thievery Corporation
The Only Living Boy in New York- Simon & Garfunkel

“There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me”

“No callbacks, Complaints. Everywhere is calm.”
-Daysleeper, R.E.M.

Today I bring you an educational entry on the cross-breeding of hybrid animals, such as everyone’s favourite the Liger, which we all know are bred for their skills in magic. I'm so glad I found this website.

Here he is, the Liger, the beast of kings:

Not to be confused with a Tigon which is an entirely different creature. I actually enlightened several co-workers today to the wonders of hybrid animals during our pizza and chicken wing lunch today.

I also am quite fond of Wolphins, which are not a cross of a wolf and a dolphin which I had hoped, but a dolphin and a killer “we call them orca” whale. (Random quote, in case anyone cares is delivered by Martin Sheen in that terrible Christian Slater movie I own called Beyond the Stars.) I still think the Wolphin would be better if it was a cross between a wolf and a dolphin. Or at least if it had blood dripping from it's teeth. I'm not one to claim familiarity with sea creatures, but this looks like a regular dolphin to me. Except I can't see it's eyes.

Partial to cats, I also enjoy the Leopon- a lion leopard- and the Jaglion which looks like something from the pages of the Weekly World news. Honourable mention goes to the Pumapard. But here is a leopon; and not that it matters much, but the male is on the left.

I just like to say Yakalo, the ill-fated cousin of a buffalo and a yak. And the Zetland Zony, a little bit o’ zebra with a little bit o’ Shetland pony. And then there’s the Cama- a llama/camel. Which I don't feel like posting pictures of.

“My bed is pulling me, gravity”

The same website also had a picture of an albino gorilla but it came with the disclaimer that it had died of skin cancer in 2004. I’m still holding out for the pigeon-rat anyway. We do have Puivis instead. Here is an artist's rendering:

Okay, actually that's a stoat from What Badgers Eat.

“Hong Kong is present, Taipei awakes all talk of circadian rhythm”

I need to stop eating pizza. It’s just that it’s so easy and convenient. I mostly blame Pizza Pizza and their delicious cheddar jalapeño dip. If it didn’t exist, I probably wouldn’t eat so much pizza. Best to tire of it now because I won’t be getting it in Japan.

“I'm the screen, the blinding light Im the screen, I work at night.”

I’ve started making iPod playlists based on the CBC Radio One National Playlist. It gives me something to do at work since I already have 90% of the songs on my iPod.

Today’s Top 5 Songs Keeping Me Lucid at Work:

Chicago- Sufjan Stevens
Like a Rolling Stone- Bob Dylan
Love Will Tear Us Apart- Joy Division
Revolution- The Beatles
Clampdown- The Clash

“Flourescent flat caffeine lights, its furious balancing”

"We can dance if we want to, we've got all your life and mine, As long as we abuse it we are never going to lose it, And everything will work out right"
-Safety Dance, Men Without Hats (would be better if they were called Men Without Souls)

I'm soooo unbelieveably tired and lazy. I won't go to the grocery store to buy food so I'm going to eat crackers and whatever else I can find in the cupboard tonight for dinner. I think I may have seen a box of green jell-o that I was too lazy to make this summer. I live like a king. A "Damn Hell Ass King" (that fulfills my Simpsons quote quota for the day).

I apologise for not having any amazing adventures in the vein of the 99 cent pants and girdles episode lately, but it's February, my least favourite month and it isn't ripe for adventure. Case in point- all i did this weekend is watch movies. Crappy movies. That's what happens when you're in Quebec and you have to take what you can get in English. Like War of the Worlds, Proof, and Dark Water. Toss up between which I hate more- I would go with War of the Worlds due to the bloodthirsty Tom Cruise factor and Dakota Fanning who screamed through the entire movie. her name was also Rachel which made me hate her character more because I have only once met another Rachel I liked. And crazy Tim Robbins was acting so crazy in the film that even I had to give him the "Tim Robbins."

"Say, we can act if we want to, if we don't nobody will"

I'm still sick as usual and my new bedroom is really cold compared to the tropical climate of my last bedroom (both Eve and Shane can attest to the temperature being 10 degrees higher than the rest of the house). And I have decided that I really miss having Reading Week, not for the reading but for the sleeping.

"We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind, 'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance, Well they're no friends of mine" (so true)

And I haven't learned anything new today, other than a few key Japanese phrases and the fact that someone drew a swastika on Errol Flynn's star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. As we all know, if it was 1923, I'd be all over Errol Flynn. He's so much nicer than smary Clark Gable anyway. I've also decided that my costume for Halloween Aught Six will be either a member of the band Devo (which I tried to organize last year) or a member of the band Men Without Hats. I could dress up as a man a la Mairin in Aught Four sans a hat and play "Safety Dance" on a loop. I think I'm clever. I'm full of good ideas. I need to stop being so random.

"Say, we can go where we want to, a place that they will never find"

“A bed of nails, a night in jail, That's the hard way to learn, Doing what you're told makes no sense”
-Change, Wide Mouth Mason

I have this recurring nightmare about high school. Every couple months it’s the same theme- I show up at school, realize I haven’t been there in months and can’t find my way around. I can never find my classroom, remember my class schedule, or find my locker. Or when I eventually do find my locker by some miracle, I can’t remember my lock combination. I’m also reunited with people I went to school with whom I hate now. And I’m also always late for school too. Like the way I’m usually late for work. High school continues to haunt me, even though I haven’t set foot in one since Aught One. I should look up high school nightmares in one of those “Big Book of Dreams” books next time I’m at Chapters. I just know that if you dream about teeth, it means that you’re worried about what people think of you.

“Did you bring anything that you made yourself? Did it all come from somebody else?”

I’m becoming less attached to spending my first few days in Japan alone in Tokyo (happy Eve?) and instead will more than likely meet Eve and her mama a the airport when they return from a Thailand trip. Why the sudden change of heart? Other than the fact that I enjoy spontaneous decisions and jumping to conclusions? The ramifications of carrying a lot of luggage through the streets of Tokyo to find my hotel/hostel alone and then inevitably sleeping off the jet lag for the next 24 hours only to wake up and panic once I realize I am alone in Tokyo without my things, which I left back in Canada so who knows who could be touching them at that very moment. Seriously. It is a profound fear to have people touching my things. And me. And I hate strangers. I also hate taking taxi’s by myself in a foreign land and having to ask for directions. And I don’t enjoy talking to people and ordering food in a far off place (not to be confused with the movie A Far Off Place, which may or may not have had something to do with a cheetah, African bushmen, and Reese Witherspoon). I have these visions of me just giving up and lying down in the street until I find someone to take me where I need to be. We’re all familiar with my sense of direction once I’ve been drinking, but I am pretty map savvy as it is. I am the navigator (also not to be confused with the movie The Navigator which may or may not have been about space…actually I think it’s Flight of the Navigator and may or may not star one of the Phoenix brothers). And if I don’t stay in Tokyo, I get to ride the train back to Fukushima with Eve, and I will have the weekend alone there anyway as the ladies would be gone for the weekend as well.

“But tomorrow dive deeper with me, Share them things and well go far indeed”

This website is fun: The Art of Retouching. Dude is a professional photo re-toucher for stars’ pictures. Some are scary beforehand (I mean you Alicia Keys!)

Off to the QC this weekend (read: the province of Quebec). I’ll eat lots of poutine and complain about the English.

Top 5 iPod Playlist of the Day:

Mack the Knife- Robbie Williams
These Days- Ron Sexsmith
Superman- Andy Stochansky
When the Sun Goes Down- Arctic Monkeys
Shame on You- Hot Hot Heat

“Try everything that ever made you wonder”

“I search, I search, I search my whole lifeTo find, to find, to find the secretAnd all I did was open my eyes”
-Get Together, Madonna

Busy. Tired. Sick. Hungry. That about sums up me for the day. Work is killing me. So much to do. And here I am thinking that I should get a part-time job to supplement future Japanese excursions. Although I would like the lazy man’s version of a job, like at Blockbuster. I took Rusty out for dinner to the Red Room last night for Valentine’s day, but in the end he ended up paying for it because I had spent my cash on the new issue of Vanity Fair. Oh well. I’ll buy him something else instead. He’s getting me a backpack so it’s not like its overly romantic or anything. Beats last year though.

“Do you believe we can change the future?”

I’m moving my bedroom into Leanne’s old room, or more precisely, Rusty is moving my things into my new room. I don’t do hard labour unless you count back in my grave digging days at the cemetery. Even then I mostly “supervised” the digging procedures. I’m so Peter Sarsgaard in Garden State, minus the stealing things from the dead. Well, technically it’s not stealing if it’s been placed in or near the garbage…I’ve already said too much. But my favourite cemetery “keepsake” is the Goblin thing that I have in a dead plant at the apartment. At one point I believe it was a Christmas gnome or elf thing in a plant holder, but it weathered the winter months outside only for me to happen upon it in the summer and claim it as my kin. I would drive around with it and make goblin noises when showing/scaring my co-workers. It then found a new home in a nest I built for it in my car (read: the glove compartment) and pulled it out when necessary. When I sold my car it returned to the earth in the form of its original purpose as a plant holder where it now sits and looks out the window by our backdoor, scaring off intruders and raccoons. Thus ending my segue about things I take from the dead.

“Do you believe I can make you feel better?”

Back to my new room: At least now I will have a decent closet where when you open it an avalanche of clothes won’t fall out on you. And it has a light inside it. Ahhh the wonders of technology. This blog is getting as boring to write as I’m sure it’s as boring to read. My life is pretty dull at this February juncture. It’s the holding pattern before going to Japan- too soon to do anything for the trip minus some plans to visit Tokyo my first weekend there. All I really want is a nap. And a blanket. And The English Patient (not the book and not an actual English patient, but the film starring the delightfully handsome Ralph Fiennes).

Jean-Luc’s tank has been emptied and his remains have yet to be found. I’m not sure if that’s a comforting thought or not…

“It's all an illusion, There's too much confusion”

OVERRATED: Valentine’s Day
UNDERRATED: St. Swithin’s Day… "Kippers for breakfast? Is it St. Swithin’s Day already?”

“If it's bitter at the start, then it's sweeter in the end”

“When I saw my best friend yesterday, She said she never liked you from the start”
-Your Woman, White Town

Okay I apologize for the lack of bloggage but I’m actually busy at work. Or I’m lazy. Take your pick. (It actually is the former). So sorry for the unreturned emails, and non-postings. My bad.

But I don’t have anything to say really. It’s Valentine’s Day and Virgin Mobile had all these free valentines in the paper so I’ve been hoarding them and will crack them out months later when they are no longer relevant and far more humourous and mail them to people. Nothing says funny like valentines in July. Just like that tradition that Dan and I had for giving irrelevant cards for birthdays- ie. Congratulations on your retirement. Rusty and I are going out for dinner and that’s it for V-Day. I was one of those kids in elementary school who gave valentines to everyone in the class so no one would feel left out. I still have some real gems that I’ve kept from people I laugh at now, so maybe my intentions aren’t always that pure. Or I just keep far too much crap. I also have a profound and unexplained hatred for Valentine’s Day, much like my hatred for Jennifer Aniston, George Clooney, and anything and everyone associated with Everybody loves Raymond (with the exception of the great Peter Boyle whose generous screen credits outweigh the horror of ray Romano). And to a lesser extent, Mark Ruffalo, who I, while I cannot explain why, have a distaste for him, as opposed to a Julia Roberts-style hatred. I also hate Meg Ryan but I have my reasons.

“Just tell me what you’ve got to say to me, I’ve been waiting for so long to hear the truth”

And I might head off to the movies tonight to see Munich again because it’s playing at the festival theatre right by my house which means it’s cheap. This is what happens in February/March- I end up seeing movies twice because there’s nothing else worth paying to see and I get cinema cravings. Or there’s always Match Point. I think I’ll waltz through Chinatown tonight and see what’s for sale on the street.

I’m going to the outskirts of Montreal on Friday so that should provide some interesting events like cows birthing smaller cows, and I’ll get to see my chicken, Gregory Peck. This is what happens when you visit a farm.

“So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways”

And because I keep eating all this saltwater taffy here at work, I have composed a list of songs that I have enjoyed listening to while eating the saltwater taffy on Valentine’s Day:

Top 5 Playlist of o’ the day:

All By Myself- Jamie O’Neill (for Dan on Valentine’s Day)
Dancing with Myself- Billy Idol
Save Me- Aimee Man
This is the Last Time- Keane
The Way You Make Me Feel- Michael Jackson (for a creepy Valentine’s Day with young boys)

“I could never spend my life with a man like you”

“Get on your dancing shoes, There's one thing on your mind”
-Dancing Shoes, Arctic Monkeys

Everyone make sure you watch Arrested Development tonight at 8pm. It’s the funniest show since The Simpsons and equally absurd. It’s probably the last time it will ever be on TV, so watch it while you can. Then rent/download seasons 1 and 2 and you’ll be hooked. Dan got me obsessed with it last month so tonight we are celebrating and watching the 2 hour finale together. You don’t want to watch the Olympic Opening ceremonies anyway- God knows it’ll be on every news channel for the next 2 days anyway. That’s my shameless plug, but seriously, we should all be so lucky if “That’s Our Dirk!” is anywhere near as funny as AD (case in point: Franklin the puppet sings “It ain’t easy being white…” with Gob; a loose seal wearing a yellow bowtie bites off buster’s hand and it gets replaced with a hook). So sad if that’s it forever, especially an awesome show with 2 Canadians on it (Will “Gob” Arnett & Michael “George Michael” Cera).



Also, hilarious sound clips.

I never wrote a post Grammy post so all I really have to say is that I’m glad U2 won all 5 awards they were up for, Bono looked circa 1993 hot, and someone forgot to tell Mary J. Blige that “one” is not a duet. And I’m sick of Jamie Foxx, who I never liked in the first place.

Nothing else exciting planned for this weekend- I’m going to my parent’s house because I don’t have any food and I need to do laundry. I also want to go to The Book Depot in St. Catharines, which I can never actually find and always end up driving past it once I declare myself lost and give up. And nothing really funny has happened to me in the past few days which is sad because I usually have some sort of encounter. Although I do have several bandaids on my fingers due to an incredible amount of paper cuts so maybe I’m scaring people off. They’re all free work bandaids but maybe I did go overboard and it’s getting hard to type with them on my fingers. Maybe my parents will feel bad for me and feed me this weekend.

Dan, Carrie-Anne and I got tickets to the Franz Ferdinand/Death Cab for Cutie show in April today- so much for saving money! And the show is already sold out. And I found something else to spend my money on- the new Hollywood issue of Vanity Fair is out this week and while I susually can’t stand Vanity Fair, it’s full of pictures of people I like, like Joaquin Phoenix, Reese Witherspoon, and Eric Bana (in a speedo). Pictures/articles here.

87 Days until I leave for Japan….

“But keep pretending to dance”

“I don't need to hear you say, That if we weren't so alike, You'd like me a whole lot more”
-Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own, U2

That's my all-time fave U2 lyric, other than that which my blog is christened… and yes, I am forgetting all of “Babyface.” Not sure why this song has some of my favourite lyrics, but it just speaks to me on a subconscious level I guess. So appropriate. And it’s hard to choose my favourite U2 lyrics with close competition from Running to Stand Still, Stay, Please, Staring at the Sun, If You Wear That Velvet Dress (big fan of the Pop album and also my favourite U2 t-shirt), and In A Little While. Okay, finished rambling because I’m in U2 mode for the Grammy’s tonight.

“And it's you that makes it hard to let go”

The first season of “That’s Our Dirk!” is going to be killer thanks to Mairin’s mad brainstorming skillz about episodes that can be made. Of course, I still have to mention all of this to Dirk, but if he’s not on board, then we will shoot using his non-unionized, crazy, street person equivalent. And by “we” I mean me. I’m a one woman production team. I failed to accomplish anything other than “That’s Our Dirk!” episode ideas yesterday. It kept me occupied at work anyway…that and chatting online with Shane and Natalie and reading Entertainment Weekly. I made a list- as I often do- of Dirk episodes. If anyone wants to contribute, you can email your plot summaries: ie. Dirk, while dressed as a woman, coat checks a jar of pickles.

“Let me take some of the punches, For you tonight”

And the former love of my life in grade 11, Ralph Fiennes, is separating from his partner of 11 years. He was too good for her anyway. The 16 year old in me is silently rejoicing. Actually, I don’t even remember how old I was in grade 11 but 16 sounded good. Maybe 17. Such is the burden of becoming old and marking the years by grades or university years. I now realize that me saying things like, “I haven’t done that since first year,” doesn’t mean anything to anyone other than the people I was associated with at the time, which coincidently has never been a problem because they’re pretty much the only people I talk to now.

“We fight all the time, You and I, that's alright, We're the same soul”

I also watched The Upside of Anger which actually made me angry. I fast forwarded thru 2/3 of it. I should know better than to watch female-oriented films. But here are some videos from my You Tubing: Metric playing The List and Broken Social Scene performing 7/4 (Shoreline) on Conan.

I’m having troubles with the “s” key, possibly because I keep spilling things into my computer, so it’s far too much of an effort to type. It’s hard not to use “s” as it proves to be so useful. It makes me think of the Mr. Burns-ism: “Okay, let's make this sporting Leonard. If you can tell me why I shouldn't fire you without using the letter ‘e’ you can keep your job….”

“Where are we now? I've still got to let you know”

I was in the mood for Bowie yesterday so here…

My Top 5 List of David Bowie Songs in No Particular Order as I find it Ludicrous to even Suggest Picking out Bowie’s 5 Best Songs but These are the Ones that Caught My Fancy Yesterday:

John, I’m Only Dancing
Suffragette City
Golden Years
Rebel Rebel
Queen Bitch

“Don't leave me here alone”

“You will be bound by who you are, tied to the corner, With your hope twisted under in knots”
-Passenger, Powderfinger


Man, I have to stop listening to slow and mellow music. It’s really depressing me. Although, even more up tempo songs are affecting me to because of fond Zaphod’s memories attached to them. Then I realize how everyone is leaving (including myself). I don’t handle change well I guess, although I do like to change and I make bizarre decisions spontaneously- what? Go to Japan and try to find a part-time job there so I can travel and come back to Canada broke and destitute in the Fall with a mounting student loan to pay back in December…sign me up!

“So many places you'd prefer to be”

Shane came by last night to say goodbye to me and exchange some goods like the awesome October album cover t-shirt I made him (against our original plan of a giant close-up of Adam and his ‘fro with “How Many Spoons Have You Got Now?” on the back, I went for the classy “I can wear this out in public and not get stared at” version. Of special note: I wore my matching one last week and the TTC subway ticket dude sang Sunday Bloody Sunday to me. October finally gets the respect it deserves!). Not too much crying on my part, since I cry when everyone leaves me (next up, Dirk before he goes to Amsterdam and Oslo on May 2nd, so at least I have a 3 month break from tears). I kind of shoved Shane out the door and changed the topic before I could really cry. Sigh. I did watch my tape of AFI’s 100 Movie Quotes last night so now I will be sprinkling conversations and emails with random quotes- “Soylent Green is people!!” and “The stuff dreams are made of” have already peppered my conversations today as they are my favourites. And what are the odds that Shane showed up last night when the Shane quote was on? If you don’t know the quote or know where my favourites came from, then I’m not going to tell you. If I'm anything, I'm smug.

“If you want to be a passenger, Climb aboard with me we're leaving now”

Speaking of Dirk, I feel like we need to produce a bi-monthly video called “That’s Our Dirk!” or something of the sort and distribute it online to the fans spread far and wide across the globe. Each episode would have Dirk re-enact his classic Dirkisms and moments in time- like Halloween. On Halloween in O-Town in Aught Four, Dirk remarks to female outside of Zaphod’s, “Excuse Me, is that a costume or are you a prostitute?” Every episode would end the same way with Dirk saying the classic insincere “Saw-ry!!” and someone would smile and nod and say, “That’s our Dirk!” We could already have several episodes including the Halloween prostitute, the “OH MY GOD! Look at that girl…I mean…look at that car…it’s black” which also occurred on Halloween, the infamous water throwing incident of March ’05 at Zak’s (technically more me than Dirk, but it I where the “Saw-ry” was used to it’s full effect), and other gems like the pregnant woman costume, the “Oasis” incident, and others. Plus he’s full of new things too. Okay, I must stop talking, get Dirk on board, and then copyright the idea and trademark all of Dirk’s quips. I’ve said too much already. I'll have to remember all of my video editing skillz from yesteryear.

And because I can, I uploaded my video clip from the Hard-Fi concert in January that Nat and I went to. It’s only about a minute long, but it’s swell.



“Step outside and see, Another world, Only if you want to be a passenger”

Top 5 iPod Playlist Songs of the Day:

Waltz for a Night- Julie Delpy
We’re Going to Be Friends- The White Stripes
Out of Control- U2
El Manana- Gorillaz
Rudie Can’t Fail- The Clash (just because I feel like watching Grosse Pointe Blank)

“You need someone for a saviour”

“You will be bound by who you are, tied to the corner, With your hope twisted under in knots”
-Passenger, Powderfinger


Man, I have to stop listening to slow and mellow music. It’s really depressing me. Although, even more up tempo songs are affecting me to because of fond Zaphod’s memories attached to them. Then I realize how everyone is leaving (including myself). I don’t handle change well I guess, although I do like to change and I make bizarre decisions spontaneously- what? Go to Japan and try to find a part-time job there so I can travel and come back to Canada broke and destitute in the Fall with a mounting student loan to pay back in December…sign me up!

“So many places you'd prefer to be”

Shane came by last night to say goodbye to me and exchange some goods like the awesome October album cover t-shirt I made him (against our original plan of a giant close-up of Adam and his ‘fro with “How Many Spoons Have You Got Now?” on the back, I went for the classy “I can wear this out in public and not get stared at” version. Of special note: I wore my matching one last week and the TTC subway ticket dude sang Sunday Bloody Sunday to me. October finally gets the respect it deserves!). Not too much crying on my part, since I cry when everyone leaves me (next up, Dirk before he goes to Amsterdam and Oslo on May 2nd, so at least I have a 3 month break from tears). I kind of shoved Shane out the door and changed the topic before I could really cry. Sigh. I did watch my tape of AFI’s 100 Movie Quotes last night so now I will be sprinkling conversations and emails with random quotes- “Soylent Green is people!!” and “The stuff dreams are made of” have already peppered my conversations today as they are my favourites. And what are the odds that Shane showed up last night when the Shane quote was on? If you don’t know the quote or know where my favourites came from, then I’m not going to tell you. If I'm anything, I'm smug.

“If you want to be a passenger, Climb aboard with me we're leaving now”

Speaking of Dirk, I feel like we need to produce a bi-monthly video called “That’s Our Dirk!” or something of the sort and distribute it online to the fans spread far and wide across the globe. Each episode would have Dirk re-enact his classic Dirkisms and moments in time- like Halloween. On Halloween in O-Town in Aught Four, Dirk remarks to female outside of Zaphod’s, “Excuse Me, is that a costume or are you a prostitute?” Every episode would end the same way with Dirk saying the classic insincere “Saw-ry!!” and someone would smile and nod and say, “That’s our Dirk!” We could already have several episodes including the Halloween prostitute, the “OH MY GOD! Look at that girl…I mean…look at that car…it’s black” which also occurred on Halloween, the infamous water throwing incident of March ’05 at Zak’s (technically more me than Dirk, but it I where the “Saw-ry” was used to it’s full effect), and other gems like the pregnant woman costume, the “Oasis” incident, and others. Plus he’s full of new things too. Okay, I must stop talking, get Dirk on board, and then copyright the idea and trademark all of Dirk’s quips. I’ve said too much already. I'll have to remember all of my video editing skillz from yesteryear.

And because I can, I uploaded my video clip from the Hard-Fi concert in January that Nat and I went to. It’s only about a minute long, but it’s swell.



“Step outside and see, Another world, Only if you want to be a passenger”

Top 5 iPod Playlist Songs of the Day:

Waltz for a Night- Julie Delpy
We’re Going to Be Friends- The White Stripes
Out of Control- U2
El Manana- Gorillaz
Rudie Can’t Fail- The Clash (just because I feel like watching Grosse Pointe Blank)

“You need someone for a saviour”

"You think you're alone until you realize you're in it, Our fear is here to stay love is here for a visit"
-Watching the Detectives, Elvis Costello

I'm posting this relatively early since I don't have anything better to do and I'm due in a meeting in an hour. I mostly hung out at home yesterday, lacking the energy to do much other than listen to music, read, and chat online with Natalie. And also watch videos on YouTube which has become my new favourite past time. If only the sound card on my laptop at work worked. Then I could watch movie trialers all day. Now there's a job. I also keep saying that I'm going to go see Match Point but I never quite make it there. Maybe this week.

"They beat him up until the tear drops start but he can't be wounded cause he's got no heart"

I'm in a very odd mood. Very melancholic (without the infinite sadness, obviously) for a variety of reasons. I also forgot it was winter and was surprised that there was snow on the ground this morning which made me cold and bitter. So I'm sitting here trying to warm up with my umpteenth cup of tea (like you Heidi, except I'm not sick...yet) for it's liquidy warmth and caffeine. It's the old wake-up and warm-up combo.

"Nice girls not one with the defects cellophane shrink wrapped so correct"

I refuesed to watch the Superbowl. Even for the Stones. I did watch Stevie Wonder because as you all know, he haunts my dreams and would kill me in my sleep if I didn't see him perform at the Superbowl. My favourite Superbowl memory is the Michael Jackson half-time show one which I distinctly remember watching before Jacko got all (even more) creepy on us. he also haunts my dreams but in the bad, baby dangling way and not in the "Part Time Lover" way.

In my musical day yesterday, I decided that Powderfinger would be my new favourite band to obsess about over the week. It's things like this that keep me occupied.

WOW. That's all I have to say about this video. My You Tube surfing has proven fruitful. Yesterday's Sarsgaardian video was a result of my new hobby as well. I live a good life (if you don't weaken...okay no more song references for me).

"There's someone scratching at the window I wonder who is it"

And now, a list-

Top 5 iPod Playlist Songs from my Musical Sunday:

Passenger- Powderfinger
Scissor Paper Rock- Architecture in Helsinki
Meet Me in the Morning- Bob Dylan
Watching the Detectives- Elvis Costello
It's a Good Life if You Don't Weaken- The Tragically Hip

and a bonus entry:
Save Your Scissors- City and Colour (aka Dallas Green, my former co-worker of 3 years and Alexisonfire dude)

"I don't know how much more of this I can take"

"I was looking at myself, I was blind, I could not see"
-I Will Follow, U2

Last night was Shane's goodbye shindig, and while I can't remember too much after we left Dance Cave, I'm sure I had a good time in general. Ended up seeing people I hadn't seen in a while like Angus and Sarah, and some of Shane's other friends who I like, like Lauren. As always, the night started off with an adventure: a man on the streetcar asked me if I was wearing a shirt. Obviously I was.

"If you walkaway, walkaway, I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow"

It started out at The Beast (or Bistro 422, if you will) with individual pitchers of gin and tonic. Met some cool people and danced with Dirk in what can only be described as a non-dancing environment. And for once, I wasn't the only one taking pictures, which is a nice change, although I relaly didn't take that may photos. At 11pm we headed over to Dance Cave.



"I was on the outside when you said, You said you needed me"

The general ruckus ensued with jumping up and down, dancing with eachother and drinking. Roommate Sofia and her boyfriend Nathan came to Dance Cave so they intermingled with the rest of us who were there for Shane. Lost track of them for a while and they left earlier than we did. Spent most of the night dancing with Lauren while intermittently dancing with Dirk, Shane, and Angus. And some weird aggressive girl who was not with us who yelled "Dance with me!" at me and then grabbed me and shoved me towards her. Luckily Dirk had just come up behind me so I grabbed him instead. I also remember the DJ playing "Hotel Yorba" and me being very excited by it. Handclappingly good fun.

"I was on the inside, When they pulled the four walls down"

By the time Dirk, Lauren, Shane and I left, most of the party and the rest of Dance Cave had cleared out. So I think a good time was had by all from what anyone can piece together anyway.
And yes, it is the Superbowl today, and I don't care fo rit. Today is a day where I think I will get some stuff around the house down. I'm also really feeling my U2 Boy CD today.

I really don't want to go to work tomorrow. And I think Dan and I are going to go see Franz Ferdinand and Death cab for Cutie in April. I can't leave for Japan without getting in one last concert. And because I love it:



"I was lost, I am found"

“I've been working all week I'm tiredI've been working all week and I'mJust living for the weekend”
-Living for the Weekend, Hard-Fi

So glad it’s finally Friday. It took a long time in getting here and all I want right now is a nap. And possibly some date squares. But right now naked guy is out and about in front of his condo window and I can see him, as usual, from my desk. Yesterday there was a shirtless guy in shorts crawling around on the floor in front of his window. These are the things I’ll miss about my job as opposed to the actual job that I am supposed to be doing.

“So my clothes are all counterfeit”

It was clothing swap day at work. It’s exactly what it sounds like. You bring in stuff you don’t want, or never liked in the first place, and find stuff to trade others for. The leftovers are going to Goodwill. I brought in a bag of crap and am leaving with about half a bag of other people’s cast-offs. Not too shabby. There was lots of stuff that still had price tags on, proving that I’m surrounded by other compulsive shoppers.

“Working all the time, work is such a bind”

A group of us girls went out for lunch afterwards and with 3 mothers, 1 impending birth, and 2 of us with babies the furthest things on our minds (we were actually both thinking of Bono, I’m sure), we had a lot of fun conversations.

“I've got some money I just got paidI got some money and I can't wait”


I’m starting to actually put plans into motion for Japan. I know it’s only a little over 3 months, but I love procrastinating so if I get things rolling now, it means that while I’ll still be running around the day before my flight, I just won’t have to run as fast. I’m starting to make doctor’s appointments and things and starting to fill out the visa forms and the like. And odd coincidence of the week- I run into Natalie, former res fellow and film major from Carleton who I haven’t spoken to in about a year but just sent her an email last week re: Japan because she also lived there for a year. I ran into her on the corner of Queen and Church, right out front of my work – not that I literally work on the corner of Queen and Church- when we were on our way back from our late lunch. Weird coincidence since she doesn’t even live in the city.

“Can you feel it? Feel the pressure rising”

And as usual, I like to read the “Weird News” section on Yahoo. My a favourite story of the day was that an Australian company is selling gift wrapped lobsters, or "Lobster's for Lovers" if you will, for Valentine’s Day. I don’t know about you, but if I got a lobster for Valentine’s Day, it would be the best gift ever. Although no word on whether the lobster is dead or alive. It could be a surprise. I do have a fondness for Mr. Pinchy (spellcheck keeps trying to change it to Mr. Paunchy which is ludicrous for a lobster), my stuffed lobster from Maine and his namesake who was boiled to death in a bath on The Simpsons.

“You can't come in so go home boys”

I’m still not feeling that motivated to do much this weekend other than 2 loads of laundry, but I’m thinking about going to see Cache with Sofia or Match Point. More than likely I’m just going to go home, crawl in bed, and finish watching the Hulk. Seriously. I also had a nightmare about oranges last night. I’m not sure if that was a result of Nick Nolte in first half of the Hulk or what. Like actual oranges and not like Oompa Loompas who, while they are orange, are not in fact oranges. Maybe it’s just displaced anxiety about Jean-Luc Brossard.

“When it gets too much, I live for the rush”

And also, a shout out is deserved for the new marketing assistant of Ford Mexico- the Mexican! Congrats. Can you even drive?

Top 5 iPod randomly Shuffled iPod Songs of the Day (and they honestly came up in this order, and yes, I am not embarrassed to admit the random songs that appeared in the middle of the playlist):

Here Nor There- Andy Stochansky (he reminds me of Mark Ruffalo for no apparent reason. And I don't like Mark Ruffalo.)
She Blinded Me with Science- Thomas Dolby
Nothings Going to Stop us Now- Jefferson Starship
Bye Bye Baby- Bay City Rollers
Hindi Sad Diamonds- Moulin Rouge (Nicole Kidman)

“Just living for the weekend”

“Bright and early for their daily races, Going nowhere, going nowhere”
-Mad World, Tears for Fears (or, even better, Gary Jules)

Lately I feel like no one is listening to me. Or maybe I’m just not loud enough. I think it’s because Jean-Luc, wherever his dried fish corpse may be, has gone to Nemo heaven. I think I will watch Finding Nemo in his memory this week. The fish tank is still full of rapidly stagnating water which I refuse to empty out in case his bloated fish corpse surfaces from under a rock. Although at this point, Sofia, Sharifa, Shane, Leanne, and Kate have all had a good look in the tank and haven’t seen his body. Rusty is coming next week so he can empty the tank. That’s what boyfriends are for. I’m also a little disappointed because we had a staff meeting today but there weren’t any refreshments which is the norm. I really wanted a croissant.

“And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad...”

I’ve watched both Crash and Memoirs of a Geisha these past two days and I really don’t like either one. I don’t see how Crash is nominated for a Best Picture Oscar or Matt Dillon’s nom either. Meh. I’ll give it some credit because it is from the helm of a Canadian, Paul Haggis. But I don’t want to watch it again. It was okay but didn’t really say anything new. And I never thought I would say (type) it but, I really liked Ludacris. And I am partially swayed by an appearance by Tony Danza and William Fichtner. Memoirs of a Geisha was just disappointing because I love the book. And I was also expecting it to be a bad film, so I guess, in hindsight it really was that awful.

I need to start getting mentally prepared for Japan and actually get moving on the things I need to get my visa. I’ll have to start strength training for my trip by eating sushi, have a Kurosawa marathon, and study Lost in Translation. But none of those are really all that appealing to me. I’d rather watch Survivor tonight and wrap up my Arrested Development season 2 marathon.

“I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take”

There’s not that much I’m looking forward too in the next week or so, other than Rusty coming to visit and the Arrested Development marathon that Dan and I will have next weekend. Nothing extremely exciting planned. It’s also Shane’s goodbye send-off this Saturday. I might make it to the theatre this weekend to see something but nothing is really that interesting to me. Maybe Match Point which for some reason even though I know what it’s about and have seen trailers for it, I always end up picturing that horrible Kirsten Dunst movie. And I realize that that’s far too broad of a category as they’re all terrible with the exception of a few. I was referring to the terrible one about tennis, Wimbeldon.

The other interesting news is that the “Dufferin Prophet” dude was out in full force today. His face was painted yellow. I don’t know what he used to do that. He also had his cloak and sash on too.

I think I’ll slag off and look for crazy things on eBay this afternoon, and when I get home from work I shall ceremoniously discard Natalie’s forgotten toothbrush and do laundry.

“When people run in circles, It's a very, very mad world mad world”

Top 5 Songs of the Day:

Love Comes Tumbling – U2
The Seer’s Tower- Sufjan Stevens
Rebellion (Lies) – Arcade Fire
Black Tambourine- Beck
This Modern Love- Bloc Party

“No expression, no expression”