“Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing, But different than the day before”
-Raspberry Beret, Prince

Bob Geldof be damned, I actually don’t mind Mondays.

Aside from dragging myself out of bed and wandering the house in a daze for about 20 minutes, tripping over the cat, the stacks of CDs or DVDs I left on my floor (alphabetically or thematically arranged), and looking for something to eat other than gummi worms, Mondays always end up being productive for me,

I also get to look forward to my work email inbox which usually contains about 230 new emails, of which 224 are junk mail offering me Viagra, stock options, an African child, and/or telling me I won the lottery. My personal email inbox is also a delight with Yahoo sending me updated news which is already out of date, my best matches via their personals site (shudder…the men all like “romantic movies, sunsets, and a good wine”…these are my nightmares) and the delightful Monster.ca emails decrying that they have found me my dream job. It’s usually Autocad designer. Or Business Funding Analyst. It’s just as inaccurate as the personals, given that I don’t know my times tables and am not qualified to analyze anything beyond David Fincher films and Bono’s hairline. My disastrous experience in grade 9 tech should also be noted in which I couldn’t figure out how to work Autocad, which is also the same class in which I broke the scroll saw and screamed. I was an awesome student.

“I said now, overcast days never turned me on”

Speaking of David Fincher, the man offers me nothing but heartbreak and disappointment. I went to see Zodiac, despite the presence of Mark Ruffalo (to whom I have an irrational hatred toward) and Jerk Gyllenhall (whom I have a rational hatred towards). Dan and I surmised the film with a, “Well, it was better than The Number 23.” And far too long. It's get a "meh." And none too Fincher-y. To add insult to injury, Panic Room was also on TV last night. Thank God Carri and I opted to dig out my horribly dusty VHS copy of Young Guns II and give it a go. Clearly the best film I watched all weekend. As if the day couldn't get any better, we followed it up with a Nintendo 64 challenge.

Eve is moved in now, occupying my former (warmer) bedroom. It’ll be nice to be able to bring someone home from the Cave who’s not Eve now, since her oft-occupied place in my bed for sleeping off drunken nights will be vacant. Then again, if Enzo the pajamma man is the only eligible bachelor at the Cave, I’d rather be sleeping alone.

“He told me several times that he didn't like my kind”

I’ve also become obsessed with the BBC show, “Extras.” Totally biased because I love Ricky Gervais (of the far superior version of “The Office”) but I’m loving it the Oprah loves herself. I fnayone hasn’t seen it, it’s basically a show about extras on sets who often interact with celebrities who appear in cameos. The funniest ones I have seen are David Bowie, Orlando Bloom, and Ian McKellen. And for your viewing pleasure, my absolute favourites featuring my girlfriend Kate Winslet as a nun:



And Daniel Radcliffe who tires to pick up women on set…which also features Warwick Davis, the dwarf from Willow getting kicked in the face. Genious:


Apparently I need to tell you to pitch songs, so go for it.

“Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees”