There are days when only Sam will do.

I was going to write something about how much the Sprockets catalogue sucks this year, but rather than reinvent the wheel I shall pillage from a recent email I sent, which sums up the situation rather nicely: "There isn't a single film I want to see. Suck it, Tiffgroup! If I see one more film description about a shy-yet-artistic 11-year-old Danish girl coming out of her shell by joining the school soccer team where she makes an uneasy friendship with the tough girl in her class, I'm gonna vomit."

After a slow cooling-off period of the past few months, I have finally given up the ghost on being a writer for blogTO. I joined the blog in August '05 to do the movie podcast and write some film reviews; in the time since, I've had a great time picking on the TTC and bringing some awareness to comic events and stores in the city that weren't otherwise getting much airtime. Plus, I got to write a sex column for a while. Lately, though, the intersection between my interests and the needs of the blog just seemed to be coming to an end. So I've finally spun myself out of the mill, and have switched to "avid reader" status. Being involved in this thing from its (almost) beginning was one of the most enjoyable parts of my life over the past few years, and I'm still sort of amazed (and proud) of what it's become.

It's also nice to see that others are continuing my various works, and doing it tremendously.

Right: so, Serenity Better Days #1 tonight, and I'm also back-filling the key tract of 30-ish issues of G.I.Joe that I read when I was a kid. I'm missing four. Kids, don't throw anything out. You might want it later.

At dinner last night, young Maxwell asked me if I'd ever kissed a girl.