I was discussing the Gloria Gaynor song “I Will Survive” with T-Bone yesterday and she posited that every woman in the world, at one time or another, has listened to that song over and over again after a breakup, and that’s why it’s become such a women’s anthem that makes them go all retarded at bars. That issue — how anyone can find disco uplifting, let alone comforting — aside, it got me thinking…disco singers almost never actually wrote their own [cough, cough] songs, so who *did* write it?

It turns out the ultimate women’s anthem was written by a couple of dudes named Dino Fekaris and Freddie Perren. So not only is it musically laughable, it wasn’t even written with an authentic woman’s voice.

Ladies, if you want to listen to a song that helps you through a tough time, play “Untouchable Face” by Ani DiFranco. That should speed the healing. Christ, even “Everybody Hurts” would be better than some disco shit that a couple of guys wrote, no?

If BILB2 goes ahead, and they manage to get both Parminder Nagra and Keira Knightley to return, I’m throwing a giant party. Roses for everyone, soaked with my joyous tears.

The same goes for my wife if Ewan McGregor and Michael Vartan are cast in a movie about Greco-Roman wrestling.

Playing basketball tonight I managed to sprain my ass. I don’t know how exactly. It was weird.

Well, it looks as if the NDP is going to yank the carpet out from under the Liberals. That’s fine; if there’s substantial doubt about the country’s faith in the sitting government they should be given a chance to choose a new one. Of course, anyone who thinks that any other government would be less corrupt than this one, especially after holding power for the better part of two decades, is niave in that quaint Canadian way. But Harper is hoping for a punishment vote, and that could be what he gets. So be it; the Liberals can hardly expect otherwise.

Regardless of your political stripe, though, you have to at least feel a bit proud of the fact that the public — fuelled by bored media and desperate tories though they may be — holds the government accountable and will soon force it to dissolve. The same, sadly, cannot be said of our neighbours to the south, where fewer than 40% of Americans approve of the job their president is doing, and yet despite political scandals far more egregious than anything the Gomery report revealed, there’s no indication their administration will change tactics, let alone give the citizens another chance to choose their leadership.

Last night we watched All The Real Girls (imdb | rotten tomatoes), which I can easily say was my favourite of the three David Gordon Green movies I’ve seen. There’s something utterly charming and alluring about Zooey Deschanel in the film, or at least, there was in the first half. Not so much in the second, which I guess is the point.

I thought it combined the best of George Washington and Undertow without falling into either of their traps. Worthwhile if you’re into that atmospheric, nuancey thing.

Also last night: I’m not quite sure what to make of the live episode of The West Wing. Like most other people I wish real political debates could be like that (reasoned arguments made by intelligent people, no ridiculous time limits), but I don’t know exactly why NBC did it. There was no benefit…other than it just being a stunt.

And what was with Ellen DeGeneres shilling for Amex? In lieu of commercials they just had Ellen rambling on and on for two or three minutes before eventually slipping into an Amex One infomercial, as if it had just come up in conversation. She actually looked embarassed to be doing it. Too bad; it took away any credibility the live WW episode had of being an authentic TV moment.

Ha. CityTV has taken out a restraining order against bare-chested santa-hatted all around crazy man Zanta. I guess there was too much nuttiness in front of their cameras.

Wow. These might be the two best practically-news stories I’ve ever come across.

First up, on the Star’s nifty new redesigned site, we have If Cheney’s for torture, why not use it on Scooter?. Granted, Linwood Barclay’s been known to take the piss in his articles, but it’s my favourite question of the week. Hat tip to the Modern Mod for pointing it out.

And then there’s this touching story about the two drunken cheerleaders who got it on in the bathroom of a place called — wait for it — Banana Joe’s.

Warms the heart. Or something.

My copy of Wolf Parade‘s Apologies To The Queen Mary showed up this morning. It’s gooooood. Especially “I’ll Believe In Anything” and “This Heart’s On Fire.”

The books for my next course — economics — just showed up. I think it’s a bad sign that I nearly slipped a disk carrying them back to my desk.

Ever have one of those days where you just can’t stand to have anyone around you?