Don't like Billy Crystal.
Love Princess Bride and Howl's Moving Castle.

Also a treat: Scott, Lauren, Neil, Gabrus, and Hanford doing a CBB Tour reunion on Spontaneation today. It's one of the shortest episodes, but we get Scott retelling the story of the time he may have been abducted by aliens, plus he gets to play a Gandalf-pubed RA and a murderous puppet.

Jeremy can never be famous for a number of reasons (his words), but he, Mark, and Matt were fantastic on last week's Spont as Matt guided them into an Alien knock-off.

Seconded! Loved the image of someone in a housefire slowly pouring a glass of water on their wallet representing Australia's environmental policy. And Sami bringing a pun run to Andy's house was MARVELous. (Plus I was primed for that story thanks to The AV Club.)

Ouch, more like Roasterlad.

My understanding was that we stand "at attention" for O Canada: Back straight, arms at our sides, fingers pointed down.

The Double Hook! Sheila Watson's first book. A slim, dense novel about neighbours in rural British Columbia.

He had Cersei Lannister running around King's Landing wearing a scrunchy?

Oh neat, I just had dinner at Extreme Burger close to Agnes Macphail Parkette on Pape!

We get MSW on a Christian station, and last night Robert Knepper was the murderer identified by a dying man playing his character's initials (EGD) on a keyboard as he collapsed. Jessica put it together while explain Good Boys Deserve Fudge to one of her writing students.

Those are the two episodes I thought of immediately.

Into the Inferno was really fun, and Werner and Clive did a Q&A after my screening. Turns out Werner's favourite Kurosawa film is Rashomon. And I got to see him talk about nature's indifference to humanity.

I had forgotten just enough of Fingersmith to be surprised by The Handmaiden in a few places. And so gorgeous!

Hasn't this guy watched season five of The Wire? You evacuate places, not people.

I still think of it as Sarantium.

This morning he was flying around in the CP24 helicopter simultaneously defending and apologizing for all the tickets and towing during last week's blitz on illegal parking. The man really knows how to ramble.

I once had to work for someone who was proud to have not seen Casablanca.

I burned through The Fade Out (a post-war Hollywood murder mystery graphic novel) on the weekend months after GK recommended it on The Next Picture Show podcast. Bloodier than I thought it needed to be, but a solid (bleak) ending.

Last weekend I noticed I never finished the last Futurama box set. It seemed like a great end-of-evening palate cleanse until Monday night I'm crying as Fry struggling to say good-bye to his parents in a dream hit a little too close to home.

This year was a slow start for reading, but now that I'm employed again, I'm back to reading lots (mostly on my long-than-previous-jobs commute).