Horton Hears A Who

My god. A movie with Jim Carrey in it that I didn't find revolting. Probably because you don't actually see him in it. I speak of Horton Hears A Who, the CGI adventure where a happy go lucky elephant hears a cry for help coming off a small speck of dust stuck to a clover. Yes, on that speck is Who-ville, the idyllic community originally visited back in How The Grinch Stole Christmas (which started as a Christmas special and then was brutally massacred by Carrey's horribly over the top performance in a live action film some years ago) and the Mayor of Who-ville is having a hard time convincing his people that they are indeed living on a tiny speck that is in danger of destruction if it is not kept stable. Horton takes ownership of the problem and sets out to find the Whos a safe place to live, incurring the wrath of a nosy busybody kangaroo that you just want to slap. It's a story of belief, I suppose, and doing what is right even if all the naysayers tell you it is wrong just because they do not understand. I went with my sister and the kids, and we enjoyed. That was Parker's birthday adventure, along with the kids getting into my Star Wars action figures and splatting them all over my living room.

Later that night I went to meet my friend Dan for dinner at Bistro 990. Dan is one of those friends who breezes into town every so often for a visit, invites me to dinner, insists on paying, and will talk about anything. So we did just that. Dates. Economy. Family. Anything. It was a great time. And across the restaurant from us was none other than federal environment minister John Baird and his entourage; seems Mr Baird had shaved his face with some new product and was very thrilled at how smooth the results were and he was having all sitting with him feel his jowls just to see. Dan and I hiked it over to Byzantium for a martini then briefly went to Woodys before parting ways; we were both tired after a long day.

So remember how I had all this plans to go to a wedding yesterday? Well, I got my laundry done. I ran to the shops and got a few things. I came home and showered and shaved and squeezed into a suit I bought 40 lbs ago (after actualy popping the button off another pair of pants) and headed for the subway only to encounter a woman with some small dogs on leashes on some stairs. One small dog decided to dart under my foot as I was stepping and when it yelp I automatically lifted my foot up right into a cat's cradle of dog leashes and I started going over. The options were: go head first or just drop onto a knee. I chose the knee. CRACK. It HURT. And it was impossible to walk on right away. I limped home. I took off my suit. I put a bag of snow from the balcony on my leg. And I missed the wedding. Warren, I'm sorry. Tara, I'm sorry. Woman with dogs - you never even said you were sorry. I hope those things gets run over my a streecar and the spray gets you in the face. So while I sat here with my knee going numb I went onto the internet to email my friends who may be angry with me (I somewhow didn't think calling with that kind of news was what they wanted). And then I chatted again on gay.com and what not.

The strangest thing happened. A guy asked me if I was with Canada Post. I said yes. It was a guy who I spotted back in November on my way to work once. I was going in early for overtime and I saw this absolute cute guy in the train and looked him over a couple times, and caught him doing the same, but as I was in uniform I couldn't really do much, and when he got off the train I got whiplash looking back and forth at him. And then I never saw him again on the subway because I usually go to work later than that. I scoured the Craigslist ads hoping he'd say something on there and then last night, outta the blue, there he was. His name's Ken. I want to meet Ken. So we shall arrange something.

It is now Easter Sunday. I believe that there is even less open today than on a regular Sunday, which makes for limited options. Still, I'm not interested in going and blowing all sorts of money; I do have a budget. Miriam will return today and I shall hear of her adventures across the country. And since I do not have to work tonight/tomorrow morning, who knows what else.

That is all.