Making me laugh, thereby making me a geek: Darth Vader’s blog.

This might officially qualify as sick: I think I have a little crush on Faye from Questionable Content. Add that to my previous avowal of butterflies for Amanda Congdon and I’m obviously disturbed. Luckily, I find neither of them as adorable as my wife, so I think my current grip on reality stands.

But if Salma Hayek gets her own daily media clip and/or comic strip…look out.

Pitchfork will hate the new NIN disc. Unless word gets out that everyone expects them to hate it, and they’ll love it. Unless that seems to obvious a ploy to appear anti-mainstream, in which case they’ll give it a 1-point-something.

Predictions? I say it gets a 3.2.

After avoiding the hype for as long as I could, I’m really beginning to dig on the Kings Of Leon. I think it was partly the ubiquity of that Volkswagen commercial playing “Molly’s Chambers”; couldn’t get it out of my head. I downloaded Youth and Young Manhood, and added it to my wishlist last night. I haven’t given Aha Shake Heartbreak a full going-over yet, but will soon.

Hot Docs starts tonight.

Argh. How can tobacco farmers be pissed about this? Are you telling me they didn’t see it coming?

Ontario’s proposed smoking ban will put the province’s tobacco farmers out of business and foster the spread of cheaper, foreign tobacco, a public hearing into the legislation heard Thursday

(from the Globe and Mail)

Be vewwy vewwy quiet. I’m hunting indie-yuppies.

So, the guy-who’s-not-quite-right-in-the-head who lives in our building yelled at me today. I have no idea why. I’ve never even spoken to the guy. I assume he’s off his meds, or he’s just a little more fucked up today than usual, or whatever. I find I don’t have much sympathy for him, really, since we once yelled at my wife (again, completely unprovoked) and scared the crap out of her. I don’t like the guy, but I can’t that angry because he’s obviously not in his right mind. Still, if he’s just going to sit in the lobby all day (which he does), randomly screaming at people and calling them names, I’m not sure how long I can stay patient.

It’s official: wristbands are the new ribbons.

TTC riders may pass around the Metropass. Not that I don’t use my wife’s anyway.

I’m really hoping that Boston beats New Jersey tonight, and the Raptors just lay down for the Cavs. C’mon, Sam, just start Araujo, Sow, Williams, Cook and Palacio…and leave ’em out.