First off, I wanna give a hearty "fuckin' A" to fellow genius Dave "Ragz" Hanson, because, far as I know, he's the only other set of eyes checking out these entries other than my own. Am I wrong? Doesn't matter. The vacuum I shout into just got a little more crowded, and who better to share my closet than someone I've known for twenty years? Grow some tits, Dave, it's just you and me in here.

I went to my first official big star press conference on Saturday ... I'm not a big fan of Donnie Darko but I have to admit the new theatrical "director's cut" made a few plot points clearer, even if they probably still need to tack on an extra thirty minutes or so to actually make sense. It opened Saturday night at SIFF, so I was afforded the opportunity to be in a room with Drew Barrymore for forty-five minutes and I said what the hell. It was everything I expected, that is, dull, but like I said, I was in a room with Drew Barrymore for forty-five minutes and lemme tell you, she sure looks good from across a large crowded room full of Seattle journalists. Lots of pointless buttkissing, stupid questions and general fluff ... maybe if it was a movie I cared to write about (like this) I would be more enthusiastic, but short of Drew pulling me aside to tell me she likes my boots and wonders if I have a place she can hang out for a few hours and watch 3-D porn films, the event was not going to deliver for me.

More later? More later.