In lieu of written entry, lamest girl in blogland posts gratuitous beefcake pic

At left: Quantum of Solace could have used some more of this. [Since when do I need a reason to post a picture of Daniel Craig shirtless? You knew this would become a recurring feature sooner or later. Oh, and he still really digs fat chicks. Loves them loves them loves them.]

Snow day snow day snow day!

At left: I know, I can't fucking believe it's snowing either.

Coalition to Harper: No, YOU shut up

First off, even though I vote in every [major] election, I've never been really interested in politics, have always been content to let Canada tootle along, thankful for and secure in the knowledge that we weren't the United States and that a) abortion is legal, b)hooray for gay rights! and Canadians are friendly, polite and fucking HATE guns.
The things you take for granted.
My country is very close to hurtling headlong into a new dark age, and I can't help but think of the day[s] after 9/11, after that one weirdly quiet point when there was not a plane in the air, anywhere. Living then in the incoming flight path of a major airport, and so used to jetliners RIGHT OVERHEAD, loud and low. It was such a sweet relief when the planes were flying again to stand outside and just watch what could have been a very bright star grow larger, move closer and finally pass over me, over and over again. And again.
Last week, Conservative PM Stephen Harper [a fucking joke; his party represents 37.6% of the vote] tried to pass a motion that would have ENDED public funding for political parties, which would have effectively killed any party NOT the Conservative party, since the Conservatives have a more, ahem, "sophisticated" fundraising machine than the rest. I should add that every "strategic" or "defensive" vote I have ever cast has been aimed at keeping the Conservative candidate out of office, I hate them so. I'll say it: Conservatives are bad for Canada. Faced with a vote of non-confidence waiting for him on Monday, Harper sought [and got] Governor-General Michaelle Jean's permission to prorogue Parliament, a word I had never heard before, and which means "Canadian democracy getting buttfucked on national television" [uh, CPAC *is* national, right?].
What kind of tinpot dictatorship can shut down parliamentary debate, SHUT IT DOWN FOR WEEKS, when the leader decides not to face the consequences for their actions? What kind of asshole thinks the other parties were actually going to say, 'Golly, you're right, take away our funding'?
I managed to keep it together until I got home last night, and broke down the minute I got inside the door. Washing off my makeup and crying, all I could think was I do NOT accept this, this is not over, I do not accept this, this is not over. And rinse and repeat. I haven't needed to light up a spliff that badly since, um....ever?
I am scared, I am sad and I am angry, but most of all I know that THIS IS NOT OVER. Not by a long shot.

Tinseltown can suck it

The Vancouver Film Festival has been over since mid-October, and I'm STILL geeking out about the best! film! ever! Let The Right One In. Went Thursday to Tinseltown [the only freaking place in town it's playing] to see it again, only to find it had been bumped from the theatre two days earlier to make room for Baz Lurhmann's Australia. Shut up, Australia. However, partly because I was there already, but mostly because I am Tinseltown's bitch, I forked over the bucks for Transporter 3 instead. Which had everything I'd been hoping for in Quantum of Solace: lotsa shirtless Jason Statham fighting [because he knows what side his bread is buttered on] and just generally hotting things up with all the scowling. Phwoar. Also a very sexy scene in which the transportee, a ginger party girl, blackmails Statham into doing a striptease. Where the fuck are the Bond girls with that kind of attitude?
Apparently Daniel Craig plans to NOT get hugely buff and show it off in upcoming Bond films. Y'know, if someone dangled the millions of dollars Craig is making as Bond in front of ME and said, look, all you have to do is lose the weight, get up a four a.m. to get in a frillion ab crunches and lift weights until you look like a no-neck football player, I would say HELL YES. Fortunately for y'all, I'm collaborating with Paul Haggis on the next 007 film and not to give too much away, but Bond has to go undercover as a cage dancer. A bare-chested, sweaty cage dancer. In faded ripped jeans, and maybe covered in sexy wounds too, and if I hear any lip about being a serious artist, those jeans will become ASSLESS leather chaps faster than you can bat those glacial blue peepers, DO YOU HEAR ME?

double-Oh HELL yeah

At left: my toes may never uncurl. Sigh/squee.

Okay, I just want to say, up front, that I'm a big fan of the new Bond, deeply smitten with the man who plays him, love the new direction the character took in Casino Royale, love Paul Haggis long time and spent the last 2 years crossing off the days until the new film, but Quantum of Solace? Mostly left me wishing for more shirtless Craig [frickin' hello! he's shirtless in at least four separate scenes in Casino Royale that I can think of], and sure, there's plenty of fast-edit holyshithowdidtheydothat action, but to be honest, the movie left me wanting more. Way more. I'm not going to give anything away, but I would have liked the movie to go more into 007's betrayal and desire for revenge, and what that does to the soul, but instead got freaking continous fast-edit Bourne-style chase scenes that really started to look alike after awhile. That said, I still plan to see it multiple times and buy the DVD, because I am weak, dammit, weak, but dammit, it just doesn't grab me the way Casino Royale did. I expected better from Paul fucking Haggis et al, for God's sake. It's not crap, it just could have been better.

I'm off to console myself with some bare-assed nekkid Craig in Flashbacks of a Fool. Again. My GOD, that boy is hot.

something to sing about

It's been a week since Obama's acceptance speech from Grant Park in Chicago, and I have to say it: congrats on not fucking up, America. The last time Americans had a leader who really was the best person for the job was last fucking millennium. Okay, I cried. It still surprises me how moved I was by the speech, and the moment. Wasn't it great? It felt like New Year's Eve, like you should be calling all your friends or leaning out of windows banging on pots and pans. The next day shone bright and sunny here, birds tweeting and strangers smiling at each other. All. Damn. Day. Long. Everybody's happy - can't you feel it?
It's amazing how very different the Democrat and Republican mindsets seem to be. Democrats seem all about Christmas, with programs! and diversity! and pizza for everybody!, while the Republicans are all about Halloween, with scary socialized medicine! and scary gun control! and scary gay rights! But regardless of all that, ditto on what Obama said about ending divisivness:
"I promise you, we as a people will get there. So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other."
As the Buffy cast sings in the incomparable musical episode, "What can't we face if we're together?"

re: election: dear America, please don't fuck this up again. Seriously, we're getting sick of your shit.