Last night me and Matty Price recorded a Mamo about the forthcoming writer's strike, and then in classic Mamo style, as soon as the mics were off we rambled on for another five minutes about all kinds of movies we want to see and stuff we'd been thinking about. Man, we need to record those moments. (Or, more of them.) Anyways the upside is that this autumn seems to have a disproportionately large number of flicks I want to see, which sort of snuck up on me; I am way behind. I'm going to try to get my ass to the theatres a few times this week to catch up, cuz even more good stuff is freightloading onto the screens in the next seven weeks.

After the Mamo, a gang of us went to Avli for dinner - because Chris had evidently never been to dinner at a Greek restaurant on the Danforth in all the time he's lived here. I had bunny pie. I think it's important, in situations like this, to eat the bunny pie - because why else are you here, really, if you can't take on the opportunity to eat a pie made exclusively of bunny? Stupid bunnies. They thought they had a free pass.

Anyhoo, I think I've finally developed a solid appreciation for Greek food. I used to not like it very much, which is ironic given my 'hood. But I can definitely navigate my way around a Greek menu now and find any ten things I'll enjoy, which is sort of what we did last night anyway, only with wine and teasing. (About me. And someone. And something.)

And then after dinner we scuttled our Ridley Scott plans in favour of Across the Universe, which I am officially the last person on earth to come around on and I realize that, but OH MY GOD. The best thing I can say about it is that as soon as it was over (in fact, even as it was unspooling), I wanted to watch it again immediately. Listen, I am so painfully aware that the movie isn't actually all that good. But IT'S SO GOOD ANYWAY. A big, drunken makeout session with a strawberry-red happy face. For all the degree to which it falls apart almost as soon as Jude and Lucy have fallen in love, by the time Hey Jude is doing its rah-rah thing I was literally bouncing up and down in my seat in ecstastic glee. I want to give that movie a hug. But you can't hug a film! (Just like you can't hug a cop.) So instead I came home, took advantage of the duplicate hour, and stayed awake well into the New Time listening to Beatles music and playing with the light. It's all right.