As with most Spike Lee films, She Hate Me (imdb | rotten tomatoes) didn’t really live up to the message he was trying to convey. He used corporate corruption as the backdrop to his story, but then in the late stages tried to suddenly make it the main focus again. Not as bad as the reviews led me to believe, but ultimately disappointing given how hopeful the first 20 minutes made me.

So far this morning my Nomad has served up the following random treats:

• Guided By Voices . “Gonna Never Have To Die”
• The Pixies . “Isla De Encanta”
• The Dandy Warhols . “Hey Check Hey”
• …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead . “Richter Scale Madness”
• The Fatales . “Where’d You Get Those Shoes?”

Music like this makes mornings like this feel a little more manageable.

Ticketbastard just sent me the event schedule for a number of Toronto venues, including Massey Hall. They list six events in March, and I’m not sure they could be more different (barring tearing out the stage and brining in monster trucks or rodeo or something):

• Lewis Black
• Ashlee Simpson
• Jill Scott
• The Chieftains
• Kalan Porter
• Steve Vai

Trust me on this: after five years the inside of a computer case will get very, very dusty. I installed the new 120GB drive last night, and am now backing up data so that I can rebuild the primary drive. It’s one its third OS, and there’re just some leftover NT gremlins that I’ll never get rid of. Add to that an IIS problem that I just can’t seem to fix, a McAfee product that won’t uninstall, and so many rogue registry entries floating around that I can’t be bothered to clean them all out. Hopefully I can get to it this week, and then I can start ripping CDs while I work on the next accounting assignment.

Finally, my chance to trash some of the fugly pugly downtown buildings…

I’ve always avoided the fake-n-bake, partially because it seems a bit vain, partially because I just can’t be arsed, and partially because the idea of locking myself in a tiny chamber and blasting myself with either UV radiation or chemical spray has never seemed terribly healthy to me. Now, when someone laughs at me for not trying to alter my skin color, I’ll tell them to read this: Nordic countries warn against sun bed use

My brother has secured us tickets to see Nine Inch Nails while in London this summer, at the Brixton Academy. It’ll be our second time seeing them, but Nellie’s first.

Accounting assignment: done. Time to relax for a few days.

Nellie’s friend Jenny arrived Friday night, and we’ve been on the go since. Rebel House Friday night, wandering around the neighbourhood Saturday (where I spent too much money at American Apparel and m0851), then quaffing several at C’est What with lots of other folks (our old friend KG was also in town), finally ending up with street meat in hand at 2:30 AM. This morning, once everyone was feeling their oats, we walked on over to the Duke of York for some brunch. Since one of us wasn’t feeling her best, we stayed in front of the TV the whole afternoon, watching the Raptors beat the Lakers & Kill Bill: Volume 2 and waiting for the Oscars to come on.

Have I mentioned how much I hate Starr Jones?

My god, I hate Starr Jones.

Was there really confusion about Canada’s role in the US missile defense shield plan? I couldn’t figure out what would possess Frank McKenna to say that we were already part of it, making his first public act as ambassador to the US a blunder. But a week ago today, The Economist had labelled the Prime Minister “Mr. Dithers”; did Mr. Martin, in an attempt to counter that perception, ask his buddy Frank to lob him a softball?

Is Frank McKenna the new Jeff Gannon? Anybody know if the former NB premier owns any gay porn sites? Or any porn sites, really.