Ladytron‘s Witching Hour disc starts off with the best 1-2-3 combination I’ve heard this year: “High Rise”, “Destroy Everything You Touch” and “International Dateline.”

J’aime L’Onion. This week’s edition was especially strong:

• CIA Realizes It’s Been Using Black Highlighters All These Years
• Impersonal Trainer Couldn’t Give A Fuck What You Do With Those Free Weights
• RIAA Bans Telling Friends About Songs

T-Bone said last night she’d never read The Onion, which I find sad. How depressing that someone could go through life without reading classic groundbreaking articles like “Nation’s Porn Stars Demand To Be Fucked Harder” and “Eight Pound Man Removed From Woman’s Vagina“.

All dumb things must come to an end.

Just got home from basketball. The stinking has resumed. My feet don’t hurt, I’m not sore at all, there’re no little cuts and scratches on my arms, and I’m not realy tired. But I did re-sprain my middle finger.

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The Canadiens, not surprisingly, got their asses handed to them by the Senators tonight. And I think I’m in trouble in my pool.

Zip seems to have put a processing centre in Mississauga (immediately to the west of Toronto, for those who aren’t local) which means my movies are getting there and back MUCH faster. It used to be 3 days each way, but now they’re receiving my envelopes the day after I send them, and I receive my new movie the following day.

But they *still* won’t send me season 2 of Arrested Development.

Argh. This tooth wasn’t bothering me until last week when my dentist put in a new filling. Now every time I drink something cold: shooting pain. If it doesn’t get better in a few days I’ll have to go back and get more shit done. I’m sure this is the tactic…destroy filling that works perfectly well, charge $300 to put in shitty filling, wait one week, charge enormous amounts for root canal. I can’t wait.

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Questionable Content started gettin’ gooooood yesterday. I guess Jeph decided #500 was a good place to start the drama. I feel like I’m watching a soap opera in 24-hour time lapse.

If someone tells you The Postman Always Rings Twice (imdb | rotten tomatoes) is a good movie, don’t believe them. The 1981 version anyway; I can’t speak for the 1946 version.

My WM3 shirt (a birthday gift from T-Bone & Stanzi) has arrived. Now I have to find the right occasion to wear it. A rally in support of the death penalty perhaps? Tipper Gore appreciation night? Just-say-no-to-Metallica club night?

My wife has drunk the koolaid. She’s now blogging about one of her favourite subjects: our condo.

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People still use MapQuest?

Friday night we went to see Syriana (imdb | rotten tomatoes), and we loved it. Complex enough to make you think (and, evidently, so complex that the girl next to us had to have her boyfriend explain what was going on every 30 seconds…and not in a whispery voice either) and dramatic enough to be entertaining throughout. I’ll be buying this one, or at least renting it, so that I can watch it again and pick out details that I’m sure I missed the first time through. Not as sweeping in scope as Traffic was, but infinitely better than most of the crap that cycles through movie theatres nowadays.

Yesterday Nellie rented Mad Hot Ballroom (imdb | rotten tomatoes) and the remake of Fever Pitch (imdb | rotten tomatoes), both of which I kind of half watched while doing work on the couch with my headphones on. I got the visuals of Drew Barrymore, and I don’t feel robbed by missing the rest.