I am not particularly concerned for the safety of my job, although one must of course be continuously aware in today's economic climate that if one works for a large corporation (I do), it is at least within the realm of possibility that your indefatigable, we-make-toilet-paper-and-everybody-needs-toilet-paper job might become irrelevant with little or no warning. Like I said, I'm not too concerned about my current state of employ, but darkening financial times do bring out the paranoiac in people. Unrelatedly, I was reading Joey's blog (you know him as The Accordion Guy) - he worked with Jason and I on a project or two back in the Bearshark days, and of course he's enough of a Toronto fixture now for me to keep an eye on him on a semi-regular. He got laid off recently - not fired, laid off, the sort of thing that is probably going to infiltrate the web development industry rather spectacularly over the next 18 months or so, because as Sarafina pointed out the other day, if the end of the world came, what are we actually able to contribute? - and he's been writing about the job-loss, and I just wanted to say that if you're feeling at all precarious about your career right now, this entry will make you feel better. It's lovely. I mean, it might also make you feel worse, what with the step-by-step description of the laying-off process. But I promise, at the end, it will also make you feel better.

Hey Canada: you're voting in 7 days. What I would like, at this point, is a complete game change in Canadian politics, because the obvious reality is that this election has become The People Who Don't Want Stephen Harper Any More vs. The People Who Do, and if it were actually taken on those terms we would win by a fucking landslide, but instead we will be forced to endure a CRAP minority and directionless government in the midst of perhaps the greatest economic shitstorm my generation will ever see. That is fucking bad, man. Now would be a superb time for a would-be despot to do his thing.

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Chris and I got our yule on last night, trimming the traditional 3QF yule tree and making many jokes about our yule logs. No wait: that was just me. Anyways the living room now smells appropriately pine-fresh, even if I've come to the conclusion that my ornaments pretty much suck at this point and are in dire need of cooler, ironically-viable replacements. The girls threw a Christmas party last night, too, at which I tried (and failed) to turn Beckers crap-ass egg nog into something drinkable. It's my own fault for not making real egg nog this year, but still: gwwahhahhhhh.

Here's a dude who got Neil Gaiman to propose to his girlfriend for him. (Yet another of my patented steal-a-link-from-Jocelyn moves.) This opens up a raft of possibilities. Things I would like to get Neil Gaiman to do for me:

• Write the introduction to my next e.learning module
• Explain my tattoo to my mother
• Consult on my next hat-shopping expedition
• The dishes
• and I'd not say no to a Pirates marathon, if he were willing to snuggle.

Meanwhile, I hate Drew Struzan. Well "hate" is a strong word, but that poster sucks. I don't think I've really loved one of his since Last Crusade B, though there were design elements of Phantom Menace B that I liked even if the whole thing didn't quite get there. Anyways: this thing couldn't look more Photoshoppy in a million years of trying. I do, however, admittedly admire their fortitude in including a giant crystal skull. "Oooooh, it's crystal! You can see clean through it!" Why couldn't they get Ted Elliott and Terry Rossio to write the Indiana Jones movie? Seriously.

Points against Indy IV: 7
Points for Indy IV: 4

Indy IV is getting its ass kicked.

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaand my tat got blogged about by the artist himself. Not the tattoo artist, the art artist. And Mr. A dropped me a cordial e-mail on the subject, too. Sunshine and puppies over here, Internet.

Sera herself is a great scabby mess right now. And the scabs have started to come off so she looks a bit like she's disintegrating after having been turned to stone by Lord Voldemort. But the response has nonetheless been overwhelmingly positive all over town and continues to be so. I am having random "new tattoo?" conversations just as frequently as the random "which Potter are you on?" conversations that I've been having for the past month. Boy I talk to a lot of strangers about my life. (Just in case you thought that only happened in blog-form.) I wrote an extremely lengthy decompress on the subject of tattooing last night in my journal and, because I am a coy bitch, I shall not reiterate it here. Except to say that I'm fairly confident that this is the single best thing I've done for myself since 2003.

I had a late recording session last night for City Surf, so I booked today to work from home. Why commute when you can sleep right up until 8:30? Perfect day for it too; warm and sunny with a pleasant breeze. I ran a network line down to the living room, made tea, opened the windows, took meetings via telecommunicative devices, and generally enjoyed myself. And watched 7 episodes of E.R. while I worked, from back before the show sucked. I'm cool that way. You know, like when Ewan McGregor was on it that one time, or when Omar Epps jumped in front of the subway. I was in my second year of film school when season three of E.R. was on the air, and the show was the perfect metaphor for just how freaked out I was, all the time.

Hey guess what! Extreme Steve vol. 3 starts tomorry. I'm very excited.

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If I was Emma Roberts, I would go completely fucking gun-crazy on every single columnist who described her as "niece of Julia" this week. Eerily gun-crazy. Last ten minutes of The Usual Suspects gun-crazy. Which I guess is my way of saying that I'm far more likely to see Nancy Drew this weekend than Fantastic Four, but really, I'll probably see neither. I'm covering Worldwide for blogTO and otherwise becoming fairly battle-weary. It's been guns blazing for a whiles now. Exciting stuff aplenty, but also a lot of noise and smoke. And I'm due for a rummy nap in a hammock somewhere.

Holy crap, Renee has a baby!:

That kid's gonna be one hell of a typist. And she's beautiful, just like her mom. Baby-bloggin' be here.

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OK I swear this is the last time (unless I think of something else):

1. What happened to this?:

I was so looking forward to wearing that for Hallowe'en. Was it fake? I can't even find a reference for where that image came from. Did I Photoshop up a falsie in my sleep again? Damn.

2. Sameer's review, incorporating/responding to mine.

3. Mamo At World's End a.k.a. the Golden Griddle at 2:30 in the morning.

4. The glories of Hans Zimmer: I have owned the score for about 60 hours and I've listened to it over fifteen times. That's once every four hours, folks, and I've slept (though not much). And no word of a lie, I have listened to "up is down" thirty times. Best track ever, track I most want playing over anything I ever do for the rest of my life. This is far and away the finest score of Zimmer's career, and a complete refutation of this argument from last summer, wherein I claimed that Zimmer was only ever great in conjunction with the works of others. Now, I'm still glad as all fuck that Zimmer looks to be partnering with Howard again on The Dark Knight... but I am really goddamn impressed with the synthesizer monkey right now. An excellent detailing of the cues can be found over at the haven of all things scorey, Soundtrack.net.

5. Keith Richards action figure (no pic yet). The first wave of AWE figures is entirely skippable; the second wave is so completely buyable. (Elizabeth is in the bathhouse smock; hopefully for added play value she have all her... uh... particulars.) Now all we need is a really solid 12" Captain Swann figure, and we're all spanked thrice and handed to our mama.

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Hi, my name is Matt. We've never formally met. I wanted to take this opportunity to draw your attention to the fact that I now link to your blog, as part of the relatively small cadre of permanent blog links that grace the right side of this page. The only reason this is worth mentioning is that I only ever link to the blogs of my friends, mostly for simplicity's sake. This makes you a special case, because as I very recently mentioned, we've never met.

BUT:

I pretty much think you're the cat's pajamas. I found your blog several years ago while Googling something Buffy-related and have been reading it slavishly since then. I've been there for the blog-lapses, the comment-system inconsistencies, the move from pitas to blogger, the redesigns from orange to pink to red and back again. (Wait, maybe there was never a pink.) I like the fact that your blog now combines all of these colours, and hope that you stick with it. It feels "vibrant."

The back-and-forth interplay between our two blogs in the past year or so (perhaps best exemplified by Dress Like Your South Park Character Day, or the fact that I seem to have spent the last week stealing/repurposing every single outbound link you posted during that entire time period) suggests to me that inasmuch as it would ever be possible for two people to become friends exclusively by reading one another's blogs without leaning on any other form of contact, we've probably achieved that. If you lived in my city or vice versa, maybe I would have called you up by now and asked to be your friend. But no such luck. Nevertheless I felt it was time to formalize our fiendish union, like the villains in various Batman movies would have done, by declaring their mutual interest in overthrowing Gotham City. Which in this context for some reason boils down to hyperlinking.

No further action is required on your part, and if this seemed at all creepy, then... well yeah, I can see how it might seem spectacularly creepy, especially given that I apparently just compared you to the Riddler. But them's the interwebs for you.

Cheers,

Matt

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It's all happening on blogTO right now.

Yesterday afternoon I went to see Off-side, the second film I've seen with that title in under nine months, and a decent if unspectacular tween drama from the Netherlands. Hella lot of cursing though, and sex talk from the kiddies, which lead to the walk-outs. Man if you can program a flick at Sprockets that's causing walk-outs, I'd say you're really getting somewhere.

After that I had some time to kill so I bought some Spider-Man comics and went to read them on the Pauper's patio in the unexpected springtime sunshine, where I promptly got Basic Instincted by a supremely drunk girl in a short black dress. She was there with her boyfriend and they were on maybe the fifth or sixth beer apiece by the time I arrived, and they were all into each other at every moment, except for when he would get on his cell phone. So at one point he gets on his phone and she looks over at me with my Spider-Man comic, and unfolds her legs revealing the entire lack of underwear going on below her waist. Holds the position till he gets off the phone and then folds up again. So I guess spring has officially sprung, being as that I'm mooning around like a 10th-grader on happy purple pills, and girls are dressing like they're on their way to a semi-formal, minus the undies.

Hey, speaking of comics: new to the blog-crawl, and best new blog title I've read lately, Girls Read Comics (And They're Pissed). Now, my idea of hot in comics is Serenity Rose, not Black Widow, so I'm already predisposed to raise some of the flags that this blogger now seems to have dedicated a regular chunk of her life to, so bravo to her. And besides, girls reading comics is hot. So hot!

And speaking of girls: GIRLS ROCK!!! Oh man, I've been looking forward to this thing like crazy all week. I was phenomenally disappointed to learn that this movie is receiving a very narrow release and not until next year at that; the flick should be required viewing for... uh well I was going to say something else but let's go with "everyone." Yep this was definitely the best I've seen at Hot Docs so far, in the "saw it, loved it, got a poster to prove it" sort of way.

My review of that, plus geek-chic fetish must-see Helvetica, are up here... and I just noticed it's also linked on the Girls Rock site. Why? Because I rock. In a decidedly girly fashion.

Got one last Sprocket and two more docs tonight, then a few days off from the film viewing. I'm working from home tomorrow so that I can nip out and cover the TIFF groundbreaking in the afternoon, which won't really allow me an opportunity to bag any extra sleep, but will at least let me spend the morning in my jammies eating toast.

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I don't know why, but this really turns me on. Fuck Philly, I gots ta get me to Ohio.

Yesterday I went round and round with a headache from the moment I woke up, and even though it never fully descended, by 2:30 in the afternoon I felt like my entire perceptive set had been shifted a quarter-turn to the left. I guess that means I won the battle but lost the will to live. I didn't feel quite right again until this afternoon after I had a steak burrito. What's the connection between near-fatal migraine duels and protein? Because this was not the first time I've noticed this effect.

Today Adam and I went to the robot fights! If you have the means to spend a Saturday watching robots fight, I highly recommend it. It was a little like watching Spellbound actually, in the "how could this possibly be interesting" factor turning into me screaming and shouting at the top of my lungs for two straight hours, and becoming righteously indignant when my robot ended up losing.

There was a badass robot called Juggernaut (might as well have been called I'm The Juggernaut Bitch) that pretty much dominated the competition, having been built out of a motorized wheelchair and bearing a pair of hooked fangs in the front of the transom that could dig into its opponent. There was a pair of sisters who had a robot apiece (a pink trapezoid called Pretty in Pink and a green cube called Baby Hulk) who were forced to fight one another in a horrifying display of Sister Against Sister. (It was the hottest thing I've ever seen. If you have the opportunity to see beautiful robot-building sisters duke it out by robotic proxy and then hug afterwards, do it. I mean, what more could I possibly want in this life than a girl who is gorgeous, friendly, clearly not averse to the machine shop, and builds killer robots? I mean seriously. I think I've just figured out What I'm Looking For In A Woman.) There was a robot with actual spinning saw blades on the front, that attempted (and failed) to do enough damage to Pretty in Pink during their match to disable it, and failed. Pretty in Pink took some nasty scarring on her hood, and then turned around and kicked the other robot's ass. Oh yeah, I loves me that pink robot and her robo-hottie mistress.

Anyways. Remember when I wrote that thing about CAYA and they gave me a whole bunch of free loot including a porno movie proclaiming to have the world's first zero-G cum shot? Well I was doing some spring cleaning this morning and I found that tape, which I was going to chuck unseen but then I figured chances like that don't come along often so I should at least have a look at it. Well first of all scrolling through a 2 hour and 20 minute porno on VHS is about the most mind-dulling thing ever. Second, all they did was turn the fucking camera upside down while the dude ejaculated. So fucking disappointing. Where's the technology, porn industry? Where's the effort?

"Mr. Gibbs, I feel sullied and unusual." - Captain Jack Sparrow

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Was on Friday. Although it was also invented on Friday so my delay is somewhat excusable. Also because I actually left my headphones at the office over the weekend, and did so with the actual thought "What could I possibly need them for this weekend? The only person who wears them outside the office is my South Park character." So I had to borrow Adam's.

Problems with the picture:

1. The beard. Yeah there's no way around it, that beard fucks everything up. Yet when I made up the character it never even occured to me to include a beard. So I guess mentally, I don't have a beard.
2. Aforementioned Hogwarts scarf.
3. I do not own cool black cut-off gloves. I only aspire to own cool black cut-off gloves.

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The South Partwork for this week's Extreme Steve was created on the South Park Studio, which has come a long way since the last two times I used it (version 1, verison 2, both circa 2002). And this entire process this week was kicked off by Onearmalyn's rendering of herself last week, which, as I said in her comments, is a character that looks so good, if she was actually on South Park, I would watch South Park.

Well, no sense in my not revising myself while I was at it:

LOVE IT!!! The real gain on the character generator this time around is in customization. I get to have a Tederick and a Superman shirt and my new headphones. Technically it should be a Hogwarts scarf but whatever. On the whole I'd say internet technology is leaping forward, as it should.

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"Should of"

You mean "should have." (Also applies to: "could have," "would have.") You have probably been writing this wrong since grade school. It's not your fault your parents/teachers/fellow students were dumbasses, but please stop.

"To"

Does not mean "as well." You mean "too" (note the additional "o" at the end).

"Needs fixed"

You are missing the copulative verb. This should read "Needs to be fixed." Why are you skipping the copulation? Copulation's the best part.

"To boldly go"

You have split your infinitive. You should look to that.

"There"

Is a place, not a possessive.

"It's"

If you don't know how to use this word properly STOP FUCKING USING IT

And now, we dance!

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Today when I got home from the smorgasboard I climbed into bed, got under the covers, and pulled my hood over my head. It is my new comfort position. I discovered it in the Goo a few months back when I had a cold and now I do it any time it's cold or depressing outside. It works! Every article of clothing should have a hood. Even the pants. I have ordered this, to have yet another hoodie option.

I don't give a fuck about Windows Vista, but it would have been cool to visit an ice house! Stupid lack of municipal awareness. Like the time the Batmobile was here and I missed it, but Mark saw it and his only thought was "hey, that's a weird looking car." Because he didn't know it was the Batmobile. Fuck!

Here's the old dude that everybody's linking to. Not that he doesn't deserve it, just that I question pack-herding. Read the one called "It bothers me that I have to go" if you want to cry for about a week.

Currently drinking: Moroccan pomegranate red tea, by the quart!

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Taking a page from Matty "Gormenghast" Price's recently-updated book, it's time to sing the praises of the things for which I am thankful. I am not Jewish, so instead of Yom Kipping it, I shall Turkeyday it. (That means I don't talk about the things about me that suck.) Besides, I never Yom. Yomming is for goats.

Before I can even begin this list though, I am obviously most thankful at this particular moment that Matthew, Leah and Max weren't killed or even slightly injured in the car accident today. That's a pretty good way to start any week, with your friends not dying. So let's all have a moment to offer up thanks to whatever forces we believe in, for keeping the Price/Gryfes in the world. The rest of the list is below.

Things I am thankful for:

That so gall-darned many people are of like enough mind to me (or fond enough of me) that they dressed up like pirates for my birthday.

That Superman returned, and brought me with him.

That each month has a smell and I know and appreciate them all.

That blogTO is kicking ass and taking names and that I get to be there while it does.

That I have been gifted with an ability to do some things well, even if they are not necessarily the exact things I would prefer to excel at.

That Penelope and Lake of Fire are as far apart as two movies can possibly be and yet they're both the best film I've seen this year.

Lead grey offset by Van Gogh yellow.

That I have been in love with complicated women.

The score from Batman Begins, which pretty much got me through my week. And, I suppose, I'm thankful for Batman generally. Can't get enough of that guy. Or Daredevil. Or the Runaways. Or... fuck, I love comics.

Box girls.

Dust, tea, green, air, and vaginas. (Not combined. Though wouldn't that be something.)

All my best friends, of which there are many.

That in a time of great evil, there is still the capacity for good.

That everything that I went through last fall did not drive me to suicide. That when I sounded the panic alarm my family really did bail me out just like you would expect a family to do. That I went from a beggar in all areas of my life to an unexpected surfeit of riches in so little an amount of time, when I needed it the most. That I learned. That I saw what I saw, and can see further now.

Be thankful, internet!

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Link is here.

Cats in sinks are here.

Other things I know about Zam (that I learned after the last post):

• Zam once left a man laying in a pool of his own blood for mispronouncing the word "tunafish."
• Zam invented sudoku.
• It's not that Zam dislikes you, just that she has more important things to think about than your feelings.

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Here's the obligatory trio photo for Harry Potter 5, and yeah, the fact that I'm not hosting it here and just linking away to it shows you how much I don't care. And thereby shows you how much Goblet of Fire teabagged its own balls, because really, remember when this web site was all about those three kids?

Heh. I just referred to it as a "web site," like I usedta before they came up with the word "blog."

Also: have you had Sex With Bex? Because I just had Sex With Bex, and let me tell you, it is outstanding. As I had long presumed it would be. Naturally, I'm trying to get my own sex column going too. I'm having a meeting about it on Wednesday. I sincerely hope it works out this time. I haven't pissed off enough asswipes with my content lately.

My Qui-Gon has a bent wang. But otherwise QG and OW are some sweet, sweet toy. I'm about ready to drop 3 3/4" Star Wars altogether, because clearly, Sideshow is where my heart's at.

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You know what someone else at the office got me for my birthday? A motherfucking Superman lunchbox that's what.

Sorry I don't mean to be going on about the wonder that is me, but I'm pretty fucking impressed about the Superman lunchbox.

But Gift of the Year (and possibly all time) goes to the Bex list. Honestly that shit made me cry twice. Damn Bex and her chubby little ball of hope.

So yeah. Right now I'm pretty much procrastinating by way of refusing to leave the internet. Funny thing is, I'm not actually procrastinating anything, since I have nothing to do that needs doing. Yet I am fully aware that I am procrastinating. The mind, huh?

Don't you love it when you've got a pile of underwear on your floor and you know some of them are dirty and some of them are clean but you can't tell which ones so you do the smell test and they all pass so you stuff 'em all back in the drawer? Wait maybe that doesn't happen to you.

This. Is me. Doing nothing.

Gotta write in my journal about doing nothing. Hang on a tic.

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Last night was the first programming meeting for the One Minute Film & Video Festival. I think somehow the word musta got out that the theme for this year's submissions wasn't "growth" at all but rather "stuff with lips." When you think about it, "stuff with lips" makes a pretty good theme. We might use it next year. We'd certainly get a lot of stuff, based on the enthusiasm our filmmakers seem to be displaying this year for movies featuring stuff that does not ordinarily have lips, now having lips. The other unofficial theme was cock. Given the whole "growth" thing, I know we expected a couple of boner movies, but I was sort of surprised by the sheer un-irony of the dudes who sent in films that actually posit, completely straight-faced, their wangs as the most important thing in the universe. I mean, there's being proud of your dick, and then there's serious overestimation of your potency, and then there's declaring the cock to be the most important thing in all creation and giving yours as the best example. Silly, silly erectile tissue.

Now for the good news: I have been coasting on free food for most of the week. It's gorgeous. Every day somebody's been leaving something free in the lunch room at work, and I run once I know it's in there and scarf myself like crazy. Today it was eggs. I guess it's sorta dumb to eat scrambled eggs if you don't know where they came from. But what the fuck, free eggs. Meanwhile, I wore my fireman shirt to work, and damn near got raped by a pregnant woman. An actual pregnant woman who came by my cubicle like a bajillion times during the day just to stare at me and the Etobicoke Fire crest on both of my shoulders. It turns out the ladies in the office dig on the firefolk. Firefolk must get a lot of play. I practically had to pry one of them off me at 4:00, and only got that far by promising to dress as Superman for Hallowe'en. I guess Supes must get a lot of play too.

Now it's time to convene the Council of Two. I've already bought the sandwiches. On the way home from the sandwiches Chris and I basically plotted out the next couple of years of Extreme Steve... and let me tell you something, it will blow your mind. Maybe I can get Laura Martin to do the inks.

Bex wrote to me from Menno camp today, to say that she has given up Judaism and has accepted Jesus Christ as her personal lord and saviour. I was floored. I didn't know she was Jewish.

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Dave's off shooting in Rwanda these days, and like any good Canadian he's got a blog about it. Which would be fine and dandy if he was frolicking with the gorillas and eating maize, but here's the nut of the story as far as I'm concerned: "This show is the single most difficult, messed up, stressful and soul-consuming gig I have had the angst to experience in my short tenure as an AD." Watch the world explode, daily (or maybe weekly), on Dave's Rwanda blog.

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Chris-bitch has a new Chris-blog. Check it. And update your bitchmarks accordingly.

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Look what our friend in the Goo has been up to:

It's mostly just a re-purpose of the anal sex paper she posted on her site a whiles back, but nevertheless, that's a fucking masthead, my friends. I am so goddamned proud of that girl.

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Brandy returns to the blogsphere today, by virtue of having returned to the blogsphere months ago but my having forgotten to put up a link. You gotta admit, that's a fairly spectacular use of pink, right in league with my fairly spectacular use of green. She's got a second blog too, about music. Suddenly she's all prolificated.

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I'm putting Ben Wood in the links list because that kid cracks me up. And he's a better writer than I was at 24, let alone 14. Stupid precocious Woods and their precocious... uh... I'd better stop there.

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Honestly, I don't know quite what to say right now.

I didn't know we needed him as much as we need him. I didn't know how much I wanted to see this happen. I didn't think it could ever be this good. Superman Returns all right, and not a frickin' moment too soon. Really, something just got stirred up inside me that is over twenty years old - it's that kid that literally wore his Superman cape until it fell apart, screaming around my parents' house in complete circles with his arms spread wide. I'd forgotten that kid was even in there. I thought he was happy with a DVD of the Christopher Reeve movie, which I visit once every five or six years, and a couple of "obligation" issues of various Superman comic books, just to say that I have a few. When I walked into the Silver Snail yesterday and one of the Snailers handed me the first issue of the new Morrison/Quitely Superman title, which I hadn't even heard of before that moment, I bought it because I liked Morrison, not because I liked Superman. When I downloaded that trailer tonight, I did it because I liked Singer, not because I liked Superman.

I love Superman. I look at that red and yellow emblem up there, I hear the Krypton theme that runs throughout that trailer, and that kid inside me picks his feet up off the ground and starts to fly.

I cracked Movable Type wide open this afternoon at around 5:00, so the blog redesign/upgrade project is finally moving forward in bold steps. Not sure if I'll do it this month, or this year, but it will have to happen eventually; I'm starting to feel like an old man with all this HTML nonsense. Meanwhile, have you noticed how Bex's blog has been like watching an ongoing chronicle of one woman slowly self-destructing... and willingly doing it in front of everyone because it makes her stronger, not weaker? Well guess what: that's exactly what it's going to be like here, too. Yup, she's pretty much my hero right now. She's taken blogging to the next level of emotional openness and self-awareness, writing about herself and her ludicrous string of problems with a candour that frankly makes my head spin. I could only hope to be doing this as well as she is. Right now, Bex is Superman.

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Here's something Bex and Jess wrote for us. I'll let Bex explain:

Unsent by Jess "Mennotits" Macleod and Bex "whenwilligettodoabrown" Wood

So over the summer Jess and I collaborated on a Brown-centered rewrite of the Alanis song Unsent. It's funnier if you know the general tune of the original, but meh, we found the content enjoyable enough. It's been slightly altered since the original in the summer, but it was very effective in letting us procrastinate for our upcoming midterm tomorrow.

UNBROWNSENT

Dear Matthew, I like you a lot.
I realize you just got out of a relationship with someone right now and I respect that.
I would like you to know that if you're ever up to it in the future
and you want to
come visit me at the Box
I would be
open to spending time with you and finding out how old you were
when you wrote your first film.

Dear Mark Brown I liked you too much.
I used to be attracted to boys who were much older than me,
and think solely about soy protein,
and you were plenty into scary movies for my taste at the time,
I used to say
the more frightening the better.
The truth is whenever I think of the Sesame Street remix
your dance comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday.

Dear Ryan I love you muchly.
You've been nothing but tall and blond and a former Gueljiver, and willing to
take suggestive photos for my friends.
I kept thinking about your gyrating hip motions as doctor Vesuvius and how much
I want an action figure with realistic movement,
I'd keep it by my bedside table where I could masturbate to it, or possibly,
with it.

Dear Adam, you rock my world.
You have a charismatic way about you in conversation,
and you got me seriously thinking about, riding your meat claw.
I haven't spent too much time with you, but I generally have fun when we
finally get to talk.
It's too bad Matt said I'm not allowed to be friends with you
because I find you ridiculously cute.

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