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I was going to go to Mississauga this week for some loooong overdue congregating.

However, the girl's parents are coming here (and there's been work drama) and so we're staying put.

I'm calling it next weekend.

Yes. I said it.

NEXT. WEEKEND.

There. It's in writing. Looks all legally binding and such to me. (Barring anything apocalyptic, of course.)

And isn't that new Beck record just something else? Hoo, daddy!

Always remember, chitlins: no matter what happens - your dog loves you.

PS I am finding that new Drew Barrymore flick is playing havoc with my otherwise perfectly functional sense of snobbery. Saturday Night Live alumn? Might as well call the movie "SAVE YOUR MONEY."

But to find out it's directed by those wacky Brothers Farrelly, and based on a novel by Nick "High Fidelity AKA one of my favourite movies and books" Hornby?

God damn it. Don't make me go to an SNL alumn flick. Don't make me like it.

Please.