Had a few brushes with almost-famous people this past week. Ah, the magic of Hollywood North.

I went to the pride parade last weekend and one of the people from Kink was marching in it (not that I watch Kink, of course, heavens no). The parade itself was entertaining, as always, and was made more so this year by the snarky comments of the boys behind me {g}.

Then the other night we went down to see the fireworks, and I almost bumped into the Stupendous Yappi as I was crossing the street.

Ooh. Don't you wish you had my exciting life? A thrill a minute, I tell ya.

Saw L.I.E. last night. Meh.

If you're going to make a movie about a pedophile and treat him sympathetically (apart from the main kid, he was the nicest, most human character in the whole thing), at least go all the way and don't wuss out by punishing him at the end. Better yet, don't make a movie in which a pedophile is one of the most sympathetic characters. (I also don't feel entirely comfortable watching a movie that makes me feel like a pedophile.)

It worked in Happiness, but everyone in Happiness was so totally fucked up that while you could feel sorry for most of 'em, you weren't expected to like them.

That was the difference with L.I.E. The pedophile was portrayed so sympathetically by the end of the film that it felt like I was expected to like him, to be sad when he received his comeuppance. Yeah, right. He may be a swell guy, but the whole child-molesting thing isn't exactly endearing.

I guess the movie worked, if the purpose was to be controversial and to disturb people, but given the choice between watching a movie that makes me feel gross and creepy, or not watching it, I'd rather not watch it.

(so don't worry, you didn't miss anything :P)

I was in a crappy mood yesterday, so I spontaneously bought the Royal Tenenbaums DVD, among other things. Spent about $70 yesterday, in total.

This is today's horoscope:

G R E E T I N G S Taurus

Why do you feel so cluttered, Taurus? It's a known physical principle that matter attracts matter. The more you have, the more you seem to accumulate. The only problem this presents today is finding enough room to store everything you currently own; you may be running out of space. This is a good time to assess your assets. Is it possible that you are buying material goods in order to cover up an emotional longing? It's time to find out.

Whoever writes these horoscopes manages to freak me out fairly regularly. Creepy.

ARGH. Explorer just froze and I lost my last post... which would have been okay, because I'd made sure to copy it just in case it didn't publish properly, but now it seems to have vanished from the clipboard. Ass.

So. Rented The Wrong Guy DVD last night. If audiences had liked the movie half as much as the people who made it, it would have made a killing. I've never heard a commentary where the commentators spent so much time laughing at their own jokes. Also liked that they kept hushing each other so that the viewer could hear jokes in the movie, to the point where they had to remind each other that the commentary is intended to be listened to after watching the movie the first time through. Sure, the commentaries that explain all the technical tricks and explain the artistic choices are interesting, but I'll take Dave Foley giggling at himself any day.

My only complaint (apart from the lack of deleted scenes -- no fair describing them if we don't get to see them!) is that three of the four commentators were named David, and that's just plain confusing.

I love unexpected money. This morning, I went over to drop off the key to the place I'd been housesitting, and they presented me with a big picture frame to use for my Europe photos. Cool. "There's a card in the bag too," she added.

Opened the card up when I got to work, and discovered a cheque for $100. Woo! I wasn't expecting to be paid -- I got to have a whole house to myself, free internet, fridge full of food, and all I had to do in return was play with their rabbit and feed it a couple of times a day.

The best part is that if I'd known I was going to be paid for it, it would have been work, and I would have felt obligated to save the money like any other paycheque. (Or at least, save some of it, like any other paycheque :P) But since I wasn't expecting it, it's like a present, so I can go out and buy myself stuff. Like the Royal Tenenbaums DVD.

Oh wait, I bought that yesterday. Oh well, now it's much easier to justify having bought it {g}. Time to go shopping for Lemony Snicket books. And hey, isn't Mr. Show coming to town? (Of course, this is where I get carried away and blow twice what I earned, but ah well.)