Tomorrow is Damian's birthday, so we went out for dinner tonight and had his favourite: hamburgers and ice cream. Yeah, I got myself a real gourmet. Who only eats imported ice cream. From Sweden. With chopsticks.

Then, after we had stuffed ourselves stupid - what's a birthday without contributing to the obesity epidemic? - we went to see Iron Man. Correction: we had planned to see Iron Man, but theatres are insane and no longer run movies for more than two weeks at a time, so Iron Man wasn't playing anywhere anymore, and how do they expect movies to develop an audience, exactly? Hmmph. Instead, we went to see Wanted, which I kind of enjoyed, but which Damian did not, at least I don't think he did because when I asked him what he thought the words he used included "piece of" and "derivative." Also, "fucking." Me, however? Well, I just couldn't stop staring at Angelina's tattoos. Because wow, that lady sure has... a lot of them. And very bony feet.

THEN we saw Wall-e. And I really regretted paying for Wanted and sneaking into Wall-e, because if we'd paid for Wall-e and sneaked into Wanted then at least we would have helped the box office of a good movie instead of the box office of a movie that will probably gross higher just because it has lots of posters with Angelina Jolie's lips on them right next to a shiny gun. Not that the posters are wrong - the movie delivers what it promises! - but you know what I mean. There was no comparison - Wall-e was fabulous. It was as great as everybody says it was, and you should go and see it. RIGHT NOW. Because it was sweet, funny, wonderfully animated, with a great story and incredible characterizations. I would like people to go and see it because I would like to encourage Hollywood to continue this trend of putting out good movies, instead of bad ones. Because the next time I hear that Adam Sandler has been allowed on celluloid I'm going to punch my television.

Also, Happy Birthday Damian! You're old!