Dear Internets,

I am now 31 years old. This is the year they will sing songs about (when I turn 32). ("They" consisting of a chorus made of Matty Price, Chris, and Chad, and also a robot named Wander.) In the meantime, fair weather favours the watchful, and so on and so forth. Tally ho.

Shelagh and I went to see Eastern Promises tonight; I now officially cry foul on the TIFF audience choice award. There is no fucking way that movie beat Juno for the top votes, because for whatever its varying qualities, it is simply not the kind of movie an audience would immediately respond to. Foul, I cry, foul! Juno clearly won, and TIFF is clearly playing unfair.

Mmmmm... Juno. [happy place] I intend to celebrate my birthday by plotting my nefarious takeover of a Pirates-dominated Blu Ray universe, doing as little work as possible, and trying - once again - to figure out which Transformer is the best one. Silly, silly life.

To my twins - Amelia, Kimba, and Hermione Granger - hope you're having as much fun with this as I am.