Note To Self -- Drive to Canada. Find pharmacy or candy store. Buy some Canadian Cadbury MiniEggs. Devour.

"Just promise to never make Anchorman II..." -- Works for me! The highlight of the Oscars [aside from the 10th anniversary festivities at my house, woo!] was this musical tribute to the "forgotten" comedian by these three lunkheads...awesome. Despite tepid hosting from Ellen, deeply pointless clip montages ["Hollywood Loves America" by Michael Mann {WTF?!} left us all in stunned/bored silence], and a lack of outrageous outfits, the show managed to surprise and occasionally delight. Clint Eastwood translating for Ennio Morricone was neat, and I liked the reading from the actual script during the screenwriting clips. Surprisingly, the song performances were tight and impressive, even Celine, though the songs themselves were uninteresting. But like most of the nominated films, the broadcast could use a ruthless working-over by Thelma Schoonmaker to move things along...cute as that corgi was, what was up with that ludicrous costume pantomime? In the end, though, all that matters is Marty getting his due...when I saw those three well-fed baby boomers headed for the microphone I knew it was coming. Sweet!

"Get with the latest trend and adorn yourself with these lightweight arm warmers." -- No thanks, mine came attached to my shirt. For free!

“Whenever young people are allowed to indulge in something old people are not allowed to, it makes us bitter. What did we have? The mall and the parking lot of the 7-Eleven? It sucked to grow up when we did! And we’re mad about it now.” -- Excellent New York magazine piece on today's uninhibited young people and "the end of privacy" thanks to the online lifestyle. I personally think that not too much has changed -- the things kids post about themselves and others online, we used to pass back and forth in notes, whisper in the hallways, and gossip about for hours on the phone. Plus slambooks! Except for the fact that all that dirty laundry is now trapped in online amber and fully Googleable by future mates/employers, ne plus ca change...

"But why a monkey?" -- Yup, that's what I'd like to know. The Namesake requests you investigate this Trunkmonkey phenomenon...if that's what you'd call it, which you might not if you, unlike he, are not part of Subaru Nation.