Ever think you want to rent a movie, and add it to your list, and then you watch it and you think…what the jeezus was I thinking?

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Walking Tall (imdb | rotten tomatoes).

The Globe’s John Bentley Mays talks about the two new towers slated to go up at Yonge & Bloor, and can’t resist throwing in a few well-deserved cracks about the sorry current state of the intersection. I also found pictures of the proposed building at 1 Bloor St. East; funny hat indeed.

via Torontoist

“You can find that book everywhere and the risk is that many people who read it believe that those fairy tales are real,” he said. “I think I have the responsibility to clear things up to unmask the cheap lies contained in books like that.”

That was Cardinal Tarcisio Bertone talking about the Bible The Da Vinci Code.

Is it weird that in The Truth About Cats And Dogs I was more attracted to Janeane Garofalo than Uma Thurman?

Once again, Bruce MacKinnon gives us a brilliant thousand-word substitute.

This is promising: the forecast calls for almost spring-like temperatures (2 or3 degrees feels spring-like compared to the -25 windchill last week) later in the week, which means I should be nearly ecstatic on Thursday and Friday. See, spring and March Madness are two of my most favouritest things…so to have them both show up on the same day is almost too much.

If you haven’t heard the song “August Evenings” by Charlemagne, do yourself a favour and check it out (the label offers it as a free download). It reminds me a bit of “To Harm” by Clairvoyants. Actually, come to think of it, download that one too.

Ah, self (or, rather, sports) -induced pressure: I have an accounting assignment due a week from today, but let’s face it, as of noon Thursday I’m doing nothing but watching basketball until midnight Sunday. However, this also means that I have to spend more hours in the office today, tomorrow and Wednesday to do the work I’d normally have done in the two afternoons, leaving me little time to actually do the accounting assignment.

It sucks when a plan doesn’t work, but it’s a special breed of sucking when it defeats itself.

Oh well, luckily I’m a flexible and resourceful guy, so I can probably manage it. But thank god for caffeine and understanding bosses.

What the? This is the second time one of my blogs has been linked by Slate (albeit way down at the bottom of the page).

Christ, I didn’t think people read this thing…

So, seeing a film in a small theatre like Jackman Hall really highlights a whole class of people that I just can’t stand: movie latecomers. Here’s why these people are a special kind of idiot:

1. It’s a Cinematheque film, which means it’s a ten year old art house film with subtitles. This kind of film does not have ten minutes of preceding trailers and advertisements that give you a buffer; when the curtain opens and the lights dim, the main feature begins.
2. The theatre’s tiny, so if you get there late, everyone will notice, and you’ll be in everyone’s way. This doesn’t seem to bother these shitheads, as some of them arrived at today’s film 30 minutes late (by which time they’d missed most of the character development) and stood in the doorway and aisle next to me.
3. Most normal humans know that when you enter a theatre where the movie is already playing, it’ll take a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. Again, most normal humans know that you simply wait until you can see, or maybe stare at the floor to get used to the dark. What you don’t do is fumble blindly and (I really wish I was kidding here) grope the person on the end of the aisle — who happened to be me — in the hopes of making your way to an empty chair.

I say lock the doors at one minute past. Fucknuts.