umm, I sort of can't believe it's like 4:30 AM, no wonder i feel sleepy. We saw a couple of movies though.

1- Metallica: Some Kind of Monster; the metallica documentary. I don't think anyone seeing this will look at the band the same way again. How with all the power and stuff of legends they can be childish and irrational and stupid. James Hetfield though, ungodly charisma, he just has so much presence.

Oh and *SPOILER WARNING* seeing Megadeath cry like a baby in front of Metcallica (literaly), was just weird man. Overall very interesting documentary, specially in hindsight (read on). Oh and if there's one guy from the flick that I really like to meet, it's the therapist guy. I want to beat him up man, cut him bad. Imagine Dr. Phil, but a hundred times uglier and a thousands times more illiterate, forcing himself onto Metalica ... ugh ... his ugly face is gonna haunt me for a long time. And they paid him freakin 40 GRAND a month, to tell them 'and do you want to talk about that?' ... fuck's sake man.

2- Next, we saw the Return, this Russian flick that won the Golden Lion at Venice and was hailed as a freakin masterpiece by like everyone. I don't know if I should be doing this, but I'm gonna thrash that shit, it was garbage man. Besides the awesome cinematography, and solid acting, and good direction, ... I don't know man, just watch it yourself, but don't make it the highlight of the evening. Maybe if I watched it on a more convenient time, I'd change my position.

So I've been expecting a special package from Belgium, and you know how it is when you expect packages from Belgium. I had a feeling it would arrive today, so I stayed in during the morning. It didnt show up, so I left for school at 11 or so.
I come down to check my mailbox and I see the goddamn UPS slip. It said "don't know your buzzer" !!!! It's just retarded, so many people had to display utter incompetency for this to happen.

First of all, I gave my info and asked the office to put me on the goddamn buzzer list more than a month ago, I did this in person and in writing, and saw them write the shit in their stupid notebook. But apparently they had forgotten to do it.

Then, the delivery man obviously came inside, and spoke with the security desk (the security told me). All the stupid security lady had to do was to buzz the office, and ask them "hey what's the buzzer for this apartment", they had my apartment # anyway. But she didn't. What the hell are those flippin' walky talkies they give them for then?

Third, with the delivery guy obviously inside the building, and having my flat #, all the wanker had to do was to come upstairs to my flat and knock on my door, which is what the delivery guy before him did last week.

Now I have to wait until Monday, just becuz three stupid people don't know how to do their job. Pure garbage.

Did anyone see Global News tonight? This news anchor guy who I think is new, made SOOOO many mistakes it was unbelievable. A few times he started reading when he shouldn't have (they were playing music), once he blanked out for like 5 seconds. But the topper was when he read [refering to Ashura] 'Iraqi Shiites marched in downtown Toronto today to commemorate the death of an AL QAEDA legend'. I was like WTF !!!! Then after the report he said 'we apologize for the earlier mistake, we said Ira... no we said Al Qaeda legend but we meant Iraqi Legend !!!

I think the HR at Global is having a little too much fun.

With Pouria in town, it was time for another one our classic dinner nights again. It's sort of a ritual, eventhough we've only done it 3 times so far (2.5, some might argue). Also since I have limited resources in the kitchen, it's usually a small gathering, with only us three (Pouria, the muser, and myself) and possibly one or two other friends.

It's a three course dinner. It starts with oysters, shucked flawlessly by Iron Chef Pouria with or without an actual shucker. Then comes the fried calf liver, lots of it, with its substantial nostalgic powers (barbequed liver is popular in Iran). Finally, the night culminates in exquisite steak, quick fried AND roasted, with Pouria's signature sauce. Of course we are all observers, sitting passively and letting Pouria cook his stuff in silent elegance.

Also, it is usually difficult to take any photographs worthy of the greatness of the food itself, since once the food is on the table, few would be patient enough to leave it untouched and let me capture it. Thus I simply do what I call 'capturing the moment', which basically means setting the camera on auto, flash on, point, shoot.

In any case, I just wanted to write about it, so there it was. Our good friend and chef is leaving town again, but the good thing about him is that you always know soon he'll be patting on your back when you think he's in Djibouti or something.

The ultra funky girl at the Rogers cash desk waivered my mucho grandes late charges on Napleon dynamite. Without even me asking. That was either to sort of counter Blockbuster's new policy of no-late-charges, or, she just liked me too much.

Either way, I like totally love her :)

Did anyone see American Dad after the superbowl tonight? I was a big skeptic. I mean Family Guy was already so good, I didn't see the point in making a new one, looking very similar to Family Guy. If you didn't see it, it's about an american family. The dad is a CIA agent, total republican, who has a color-coded terror-alert dial magent on his fridge. His bimbo-ish trophy wife, his geeky son and his liberal daughter. Then there's a talking alien (seems to be gay) and a talking german goldfish. The last two are almost direct replacements for the talking dog and baby in the Family Guy.

But, I liked it! The satire is much more direct. They actually depict and satirize Bush and the republicans. Besides the fact that it's funny and elegantly done, I think it's a good thing to have. Specially on fox !! The alien is so clearly gay, but the fish is simply delightful. It's almost exactly what I imagine my Gombe to be, maybe slightly less obnoxious.

The superbowl itself, meh. So many turnovers, not highest calibre stuff. But the half-time show, wow, mustav felt great being there. No boobs this year though. That was a shame.

By now, you probably have seen the anti-war group blogs set up by some Iranians.

Alireza has also come up with a neat idea. Besides his anti-war blog, he's setting up a photoblog. The idea is similar to sorryeverybody.com, check it out so I wouldn't have to explain.

So, if you're against the war, send your creative photos to Alireza. If you want to link to the photoblog, try using the words 'war on iran' to link. I mean if you're gonna link anyway, then using the same phrase might work like a google bomb, or at least bring up the rankings. If there ever IS a war on Iran, then I'd expect a lot of people would be searching for it, so why not have that page first or near the top.

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Someone PLEASE tell Paris Hilton she doesn't have to look into the camera on all the freakin skits on SNL. She's officially the most annoying famous person ever.