FORTY SIX DOWN FIVE TO GO MOTHERFUCKER!!! WOOOOOOOOOO yeah that was me yelling that in the middle of the intersection at Richmond and Peter just now. Fuck you.

That was also me who burst out laughing while the little boy was drowning in Son of Rambow. Fuck you too. It was a direct Fellowship of the Ring quote shot for shot, and it amused me.

I taught young Maxwell how to do the pirate "Arrrh" during the anti-piracy card in yesterday's Terra screening. Actually as far as I'm concerned I taught the entire festival how to do this. This is because I am the Lead Pirate. King of the Pirate Brethren, if you will. Captain. Sure, it's an old gag, but I did it first at the first Midnight, goddammit, so I'm claiming ownership for the rest of fucking time. Are any of these other bastards wearing pirate socks??? No. No they are not.

Let me tell you something: La Citadelle Asiegee makes March of the Penguins look like a walk in Central Park. It also takes that film's anthropomorphization and raises it to the level of pure mythology: this is The Lord of the Rings for Bugs. A column of carnivorous ants invades a termite colony in Africa. The results are predictably awesome. It had not occured to me before that a swarm of insects is essentially one creature in multiple bodies; this explains much. (Such as why they can only be destroyed through purging fire.) You ever seen a column of ants take down a fucking snake? Cuz I have. It's changed my opinion of the universe.

Dashed downtown for a comic book and One Last Burrito. Something sure flipped over this week, because apparently I am now finally the Norm of the Silver Snail: everybody knows my name.