Last night the girl and I (and the sister-in-girl) went to see The Last Unicorn - yes we did - and why did nobody tell me about the frickin' pirate cat??? Honestly, I came home and nearly sawed Zam's front right forearm off. First of all: she don't need it. Second: I've been considering making Zam my official pirate animal buddy (i.e. Jack the Undead Monkey, only in Zam form) for a good while now. Third and most important: cats with peglegs are apparently gifted in the dispensing of homilies. Where's the downside, Internet? I'm not seeing it.

After the movie, there was much merriment with all the various YouTube-related remixes of things related to, but not limited to, The Last Unicorn. And then four hours of not being able to get that song out of my head.

Today started in a colourful whirlwind of chocolate fountains and knit heart-shaped pirate skulls, and then turned into a minor mid-afternoon frenzy wherein I tried, and failed, to do any of the six miscellaneous tasks assigned me by the Powers That Be. In the eveningtimes Matty Price and I drove out to Bloor West Village to go to the Yellow Griffin, which in the three years since I was last there with Kate, has started serving 35 different gourmet hamburgers. I had one with Stilton, walnuts, and roast garlic. It was, perhaps, the best hamburger I've ever eaten. We recorded a fuck-the-Golden-Globes Mamo at an extremely noisy Starbucks, and whisked home on the rainy Lakeshore.

High on the cravings list right now:

• Almond butter (bought some, so this craving is all but dead)
• A Piece of the Action (every time I catch it on WBS I end up watching it for like an hour)
• Brian K. Vaughan's Logan
• A sinfully large, and entirely emotionally-associational, tub of this post's eponymous fruit.