Back from Ajax. BMW has been kind enough to loan Marcia, the lady I wrote about back in November, a gorgeous 7 Series Hybrid. We went to pick it up. Thank you, BMW. You have done a good thing for a very deserving lady.
Been readingreadingreading this in the New Yorker. You'll need some time, but it's the Paul Haggis story about Scientology. Haggis, Canadian writer of Crash and stuff, was a 34 year member of Scientology. He publicly broke up with them last year over Prop 8 in California, because Scientologists don't like gay people. Which is cool, cuz neither do John Travolta or Tom Cruise. Right?
Anyhoo. Terrific read. But a long one. But be glad that there are no keys needed to get to it, like the piece I sent you to last week.
Vanity Fair put Justin Beiber on the cover this month. Sigh. I'm sure he's a lovely boy, and I'm glad he's making buckets of money while keeping his clothes on, but please, Vanity Fair, your target demographic is not 16. Not even close. Stop going all Tiger Beat on me, and stick to grownups. There is an interesting article about Arianna Huffington in the same issue. Couldn't you have just ironed her face and used her for the cover? Actually, the Huffington article is a hoot. Two guys are arguing, a la Facebook, that they invented the Huffington Post, and she didn't properly credit them. Or shower them with money. The funny? They waited 6 years to draw this to her attention. 6 years. Sure. Let me know how that turns out.
You've probably read that Amazon.com did a poll and named Guelph, Ontario as the most romantic city in Ontario. I think they used dodgy stats - they counted how many relationship books, romance novels and Michael Buble CDs were sold. All this tells me is how many women are all moony-faced in Guelph. And I'm not judging - my own city came in at number ten. But seriously? Men do not buy relationship books. They do not buy romance novels. And nobody has ever seen a man buy a Michael Buble CD, unless it's hidden under his Glee CD. So, nice try, Amazon, but you'd probably find a closer correlation between romance and purchases if you go to a Shopper's Drug Mart that sells flowers in cellophane beside the condom section.
I keep hearing ads for 'Valentine's Weekend'. Huh? The 14th is Monday. Valentine's is a stupid hose-the-fool holiday. And they're trying to stretch it out? I'll be in Parry Sound with my frozen arse on a snowmobile. That's plenty romantic enough for me. Though I guess I should be heading to Guelph, instead.
The next couple of weeks are crazy. Snowmobile, auto show, Quebec City...though tomorrow, I finally get to see True Grit! Commenter jmd and I will report back with our review!