I’m so looking forward to this movie. Carell’s going to be on The Daily Show tonight; that’ll be…weird.

Today marks T-Bone’s return to the office. Calloo, callay!

If you haven’t watched Band Of Brothers (imdb| rotten tomatoes) yet…what the hell? Get in there. It’s probably the best ten hours of TV you’ll ever sit through.

Once again, not a bad day. Little breakfast, little grocery shopping, little reading, little TV, little visit from the little furry bastards, little cleaning, and finally a little work (which I should be doing right now instead of blogging). Nellie should be home tonight sometime. I wish she and the girls were driving past that pie store we visited back in February. I’d kill for some of that apple pie…

I just watched Eternal Sunsine Of The Spotless Mind again. It’s MUCH less confusing the second time, and even more amazing than I’d remembered.

While going through my downloaded MP3s I heard three albums good enough that I want to buy them:

• Living Things . Black Skies In Broad Daylight
• Pelican . The Fire In Our Throats Will Beckon The Thaw
• The Duke Spirit . Cuts Across The Floor

Obviously local record stores won’t have these (and if they did, it’d be $28.99 a pop), but Amazon has them for a decent price ($13 for the Duke Spirit, but the Living Things disc is $24). I checked eMusic…nothing. No hits. Nada. Maybe it’s time to check out Yahoo’s music service.

[update] I just tried signing up for Yahoo’s music service. Only available in the US. That’s great. Yahuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-seless.

#1 movie at the box office last weekend: The Dukes Of Hazzard. Rotten Tomatoes rating: 17%.

Two movies released Friday that are sure to make the top five this weekend: Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo (RT: 10%) and The Skeleton Key (RT: 38%).

I guess I just answered my own question: Hollywood keeps making shit because people will keep going to see it.

C’mon, film festival, restore my faith in the medium.

As long as people will accept crap, it will be financially profitable to dispense it. -Dick Cavett

Friday Saturday cat blogging anyone?

Pretty good day so far. It started well: one of my favourite things to do on Saturday morning is roll out of bed, flop on the couch, switch on SportsCentre and read the paper. Michael made up for a night of not bugging me by lying right in my armpit while I tried to read. Cute, but inconvenient.

I met T-Bone at Eggstasy (the new one on Bay, not the old one on Church) for breakfast, and I’m surprised either of us could move after. I had french toast — six pieces of it — and a pile of apple crumble in the middle. real maple syrup too.

After breakfast we wandered around, hung out, picked up a few things, and strolled up through the annex (past my old apartment at Dupont & Spadina). We were hoping to burn off enough breakfast to make room for some ice cream, as we wanted to check out Madeleines. As we sat there, eating our treats (my dish of crème brûlée was good, but they gave T-Bone maple walnut and insisted it was almond mocha) we saw our friend Duarte walk down the street, swigging his water and digging on his iPod. Anyway, it was good to spend that time with T-Bone. She’s recently finished sixteen weeks of jury duty on a murder trial so brutal I can barely imagine it. I’m glad she’s back.

After going our separate ways at the subway station I stopped in at Harry Rosen where two new suits have been waiting since before I went to Europe. There some mixups with the sizes, but I’ll have them in my hot little hands by the end of the week. A few errands on the way home, and now I can relax and read for a few hours before I get down to work.

It’s official. My brother has become euro-trash.