Squee, Followed by Bugger and Blast

The squee first, 'cause that's more fun.

Got the Martin Shaw bio delivered to my desk this morning. Yes, it looks like a rush job, but I'm hoping it's got a few tidbits I don't know. And the cover is stunning, especially the back cover with Martin in full Doyle mode, complete with gun. Phwooar!

Now to the bugger and blast portion of the evening. We got the results of the Toronto film fest lottery and found out we're in the very last freaking box. Oy. And I thought it was bad last year when we were in the sixth last box. My paranoia at picking both screenings of Alatriste is looking significantly less paranoid. I'm hoping I'll at least get tix for the afternoon screening, even if it's less likely that Viggo will be there for that one.

Oh well, this year is pretty much a bonus, so I'm really just happy to be able to go one last year. And apart from the possibility of missing Alatriste, I'm more bemused than upset that yet again we've scored a lousy position in the lottery. (I usually count on my luck being bad, and am pleasantly surprised when things work out.)