It's not as though I have anything to say that the general public should read today. I will say this, though. My flight, after the hellish slap-dance that was getting an emergency passport (I'd be in jail right now if it wasn't for Figaro, let's put it like that)[and I'd like to send a huge fucking shout-out to the Canadian federal government, as once I got my shit together it took them THREE HOURS to issue the five year passport - you guys ROCK! Vote Liberal!], was one of the smoothest ever, I suppose due to the total lack of general interest in people going to Manchester on an autumn Saturday.
However, the movie they showed - Just My Luck, starring Lindsay Lohan - was maybe the worst thing I've ever looked at, ever. IT SUCKED SO BAD. At first I couldn't believe movies that bad still got made, and then I started fearing for the future of the human race if this sort of shit is what the kiddies are watching now. Dammit! Are we going through the fucking 80's again or something? Anyways.