I always win

Miss Thistle and another friend saw the JT/Pink concert lastnight. Yes, I am jealous! Pink is a badass and I like her for it. Justin Timberlake... well let's just say that I think this is one of his best ass ets: Oh, and I like a lot of his songs, too. And I don't care who knows! Lastnight, I saw Little Children with Peter , Marc , and Jason . It was a real treat to watch such a long movie with so many scenes of Patrick Wilson 's face, smile, eyes, teeth, chest, arms, abs, legs, and ass. Oh, that ass... (Detecting a theme, anyone?)

"I'm one bad date away from being bitter." - Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City Oh, I've already passed that milestone, I can assure you. What I'm scared of is sliding into the territory covered by Dame Judi Dench 's character Barbara ("Ba") in Notes on a Scandal , which I saw over the weekend. (Fantastic, by the way.) Barbara is bitter, fed-up, and frustrated. She sees an opportunity to take advantage of a naïve new coworker, and uses it to her full advantage. I'm a good person. I don't enjoy hurting others, and strive to do quite the opposite. But on the eve of my 37th birthday--and after six and a half years of being single--I worry about the effects of prolonged disappointment and solitude. In the movie, Barbara reads from her journal: "People like Sheba [ Cate Blanchett 's character] have no idea what it's like to construct an entire weekend around a trip to the laundrette." Are people like Barbara forged as cruel ...

Streep Week continues with this gem from one of my all-time favourite movies, Postcards from the Edge (1990). The song Meryl performs ("I'm Checkin' Out") was nominated for an Academy Award that year. Unfortunately, the clip ends before you can see Meryl really let loose and have some fun with the stage band--Canada's Blue Rodeo . And don't worry about the darkness at the beginning... that's how it's shot.

I saw A Prairie Home Companion lastnight, and I was impressed with la Lohan . I'm going to have to rent Mean Girls and the Freaky Friday remake to get caught up on my fellow redhead. Here she is with Meryl: It was a treat to see Meryl Streep perform so many musical numbers. And her laugh! So melodic, so infectious... Oh, and Woody Harrelson should always wear a cowboy hat.

After I posted the beefcake yesterday morning, a commercial came on the television. I heard "Jump" by Madonna and was treated to my first-ever viewing of the trailer for The Devil Wears Prada . Click on the link to see a clip. June 30th, people! I'm telling you; these are the little things that keep me going. I'm not kidding. Life is an endless montage of disappointment punctuated by moments (many involving the incomparable Meryl Streep) that give me the will to carry on. How will I make it to June 30th? A Prairie Home Companion with Peter on Wednesday (I hope).

This Ca gay dian is glad he had a holiday today in your honour. And he tries not to immediately associate your reign with the "ring" named after your late husband; rather, he pictures pretty Victorian houses in Cabbagetown with lilacs in full bloom. I had a great week. I exercised five times--a frequency I haven't seen in years--and feel a lot better. I lost a pound, but losing weight isn't my primary focus. (Indeed, I should hope that my activities * built up some muscle mass, thereby reducing the net loss of weight.) I'm sleeping better, more alert in the morning, eating less, and not feeling so guilty about "wasting" the gym membership. Oh, and if you haven't seen the movie in the picture , I highly recommend it. * swimming, resistance training, cardio, swimming, resistance training

Not since Matthew McConaughey played a cop in Boys on the Side has a police officer in a movie turned me on as much as Josh Lucas in An Unfinished Life . That's it. Josh Lucas=hot. End of review.

A display for this fancy cologne was in my local drugstore over Christmas: Now, I'm seeing this movie advertised: [cringe] That's what I did when I saw those things. Also, kind of a miniature head-shake. Barely discernible. Then, a flashback to the early nineties: trying to secretly * tape Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down! from a movie channel off my parents' satellite dish, because I heard he got naked in that movie. Flash-forward to the mid-nineties: Antonio as Miguel in Philadelphia , in dress whites. What happened, Antonio? I blame jLo. * secret taping--to avoid my mother's judgement. "What kind of degenerate filth is that?"

I saw Brokeback Mountain tonight, finally. With Jason . Bit the bullet , if you'll pardon the western pun. I am alive, although currently intoxicated... we went for a few "decompression" drinks afterward, including "Horny Cowboy" shots and--after three or four pints each of Stella--a couple of long-necked Buds in honour of Jack and Ennis. It's a stunningly beautiful movie. Yes, Heath Ledger will receive a best actor nomination for his performance. Yes, Jake Gyllenhaal's eyes are an impossible shade of blue against the backdrop of his denim shirt. Michelle Williams, Ang Lee's genius, yadda yadda yadda... I knew this film was coming, and I tried to prepare: I read the short story by Annie Proulx; I watched the trailer online in September and cried (and vowed to be either 30 pounds lighter or one boyfriend heavier by the release date); I resigned myself to seeing it single and with a belly. It still managed to surprise me, though. Not just the...

Jason , Paul, and I saw C.R.A.Z.Y. lastnight. It is a really good film... it has already won a prize at the Toronto International Film Festival, and will probably take best foreign language film at the Oscars. I'm even going to take liberties with copyright law and post the movie poster, because I really want people to see this movie. This is the best Canadian film I've ever seen. Director Jean-Marc Vallée has created something so true to the identity and sometimes tortured experience of a young homosexual that it's almost hard to believe he's not gay himself. I left this movie in such a state of catharsis that it took me a good 10 minutes to pull myself together. ( Jason and Paul, I'm sorry I was such a mess.)