March 22, 2003 (or: March 23, March 25, March 26)
We haven't seen Laurence or Seamus, or, well, almost anyone for that matter, in like three weeks.
It is to pout.
Amy and I went downtown in the fog at like 2:30 this morning. We went down to the harbour, played with Erik the Red (the Acadia's orange cat), and looked out at Dartmouth. Or rather, didn't look at Dartmouth, because the city - lights and all - was totally obscured by the fog on the harbour. It looked like the end of the world.
Meh. Anyway. We're going to a movie in a couple of hours. I'm inexplicably sleepy. I'm going to put my head down for a bit.
Scotch Banker
March 23, 2003
Dear Daily News,
Like most of the media these days, you suck ass. Your cover headline for today is fine: "'Stop the war': Tens of thousands of Canadians stage protests as the U.S. pushes deeper into Iraq." Fine. Great. But of those protests, how many do you think included any violent incidents at all? Your article seems to indicate three, with flag-burning - not precisely a violent action - in four cities. Out of how many? You don't say. And what percentage of the protesters were engaged in said activities? Again, you don't say, so I'm going to assume it was, as is usual at these demonstrations, minuscule.
So what do you put on your cover? That's right: a giant photo of protesters tussling with riot-gear-clad police. Propaganda, anyone?
Assholes.
Bacon Cheeseburger Platter
March 25, 2003
(Yuck. It's not the bacon, or the cheeseburger, or even the platter - it's the combination. Bacon cheeseburger platter. Yuck.)
Amy and I saw View from the Top the other day. It was dreadful. If you haven't seen it, don't. We enjoyed it, but that's because we appreciate inanity. Well, that and Gwyneth Paltrow looking all retro and pretty.
The Oscars actually didn't suck this year! I actually liked the movie that won Best Picture, which has happened to me precisely twice before in the past decade (with American Beauty and Schindler's List - actually, Schindler's List might quite possibly suck, but it's so hard to separate it from its horrific subject matter that it's hard to tell), and it seems like the Academy might actually have bothered to watch the movies this year, instead of just throwing the awards at whoever had the biggest name, and I appreciate that.
And Michael Moore is a big teddy bear.
I signed up for Dal summer classes tonight. Thank heavens they don't fill up as fast as fall and winter classes. I'm actually all excited about taking classes, which always happens at the time I sign up - disillusionment doesn't set in until the classes are actually under way.
But I think this might work for me. Wish me luck.
Love Me, Love Me, Love Me, I'm A Liberal
March 26, 2003
Bleah.
Yes, that is all I'm going to write. Bleah.