Subtitled: My new name is Dead/Undead Commando
I've had a day that was only partially productive. It also involved a lot of "taking care of Meg because, you know, she's sick," which (of course) involved playing Canadian Trivial Pursuit, watching Parts 1 and 2 of "Mounty on the Bounty," the greatest Due South episodes ever, and then the ending of that mini-series H2O. Oh, Paul Gross and Callum Keith Rennie. You really should have stuck to police work, and not have tried to give away Canada's sovereignty through political intrigue, assassination and water rights.
But you have to love a movie that tries to make Canada's Solicitor General into an action star. And in which Callum Rennie's character is referred to as "Dead/Undead Commando." And somehow manages to simultaneously perform surveillance on the Solicitor-General's house, incite civil disobedience and sabotage among Quebec's native population, film fake Afghan terrorist films in some dingy basement, stalk a CSIS agent in Paris, and then blow up her car in Ottawa. And then not even be stopped at the end! Maybe he's somehow symbolic, and not a real person. Gotta love Canadian conspiracies: lots of people in suits planning and talking, and then they only hire one person to do all the dirty work, and so he has to become somehow mystical to accomplish it all.
I've had a Canadian evening. Cheesiness, self-importance, self-mockery and all.
Oh, and thank you to the lovely ladies who seranaded me over the phone tonight! Apparently, my female friends in Saskatoon (okay, mostly relatives, including the notorious sister) were having a girls' night, and decided to sing to friends. I got "I've Had the Time of My Life" from Dirty Dancing.