Ok, so 4 hours of sleep doesn’t feel so good. At least we weren’t drinking. Anyway, with a little Tim Horton’s muffin in our bellies we’ll be right as rain. We’re now in line for Undertow. I no longer have any recollection of what this movie’s about.

I’ll try to post some actual reviews between movies and post-hockey game.

Man…that was one fucking scary movie.

Must sleep now.

Sitting in Ryerson Theatre now, waiting for Creep to start. I love Midnight Madness crowds.

I’ll post reviews tomorrow. Maybe. Whenever I find time.

We’re sitting at 7 West next to Liane Balaban and other people from her new movie 7 Times Lucky.

Update: Gord Pinsent, Tamara Hope and (presumably) other people from Saint Ralph were across the room.

2 tonight, 3 tomorrow and 2 on Sunday. I’m in line for Les Revenants as I type this, so I apologize for any formatting problems — these updates are coming from my Blackberry.

Our 2nd movie ends tonight around 2:30, and we have a 9:00 AM movie tomorrow. Pray for me.

…”Fairlee” by Matt Pond PA. I’m in real danger of burning myself out on the song.

A few hours ago I saw something disgusting, something that makes me hate cabbies even more than I did previously. An ambulance was speeding up Yonge Street, siren blaring, lights flashing. All cars in both directions pulled over, allowing the ambulance through the narrow stretch around Bloor. All cars, that is, except for the cab that decided to do a u-turn.

He had to know the ambulance was coming…the lights, the siren, the cars stopping all around. I guess he was trying to take advantage of the fact that oncoming cars were creating a gap in traffic and thought he might as well take advantage of the plight of the dying person to save himself the 45 seconds or so it’d take him to circle around the block.

So he began the u-turn and got pretty much perpendicular to the sidewalk, thus blocking both the south lane and the northbound ambulance. The ambulance, now fully stopped, began to squawk the siren. The cabbie gave him a dirty look, slowly put the car in reverse, backed up a bit, put it back in drive and slowly straightened out into the southbound lane. By this time a bunch of us were standing on the sidewalk, just in awe of the sheer asshattedness of the cab driver. While the ambulance lost probably, 10-15 seconds of total time because of this shithead, imagine how long those seconds must have felt to the person in the back of the ambulance, having a heart attack or bleeding to death.

I hate cabbies.

from Soulshine: Franz Ferdinand wins the Mercury Prize.

Sad. Two years from now nobody’ll have a fucking clue who Franz Ferdinand is/was.

By following this link you can watch the new Commerce/Management building at my alma mater being built. In 4 years, when my MBA finishes up, I’ll get to visit it.

Good thing too; I never want to set foot in the rickety old management building again. I spent 4 years dodging the waterfall that came down the middle of the building when it rains…

From The Toronto Star: now the Swift Boat Veterans are airing another ad, one that says you shouldn’t vote for Kerry because “Do we want to vote for a guy who was loafing about doing nothing with George W. Bush back during the Vietnam years?”. I must be missing something, ’cause I’m completely baffled. Your guy served and was decorated in the war, but for a few months we’re alleging he might have come back and been in the general vicinity of our guy, who skipped the whole thing entirely, so you should vote for our guy.

Here’s an analogy (mine, not from the Star): two men are walking down the same street and see a house on fire. One guy runs into the house, braving fire and smoke, risking his life. The other man hides behind a car. The man who ran into the house rescues the entire family, returning to face the fire time after time while the other man cowers and pretends to see nothing. The brave man, after rescuing the last person from the house, walks over and stands next to the coward for a minute or two, then goes and talks to fireman and reporters about what happened.

Several years later, both men run for mayor. Close friends of the coward who lived down the street from the house which burned — but were not present and did not see the brave man in the burning house — take out an ad saying that we should not vote for the brave man because he may have talked to the coward for a few minutes by the car.

If Americans don’t vote for Kerry (or worse yet vote for Bush) because of these ads, then they’ll deserve the global reputation they’re garnering of being stupendously ignorant.