We watched 'Bounce' the other night. Why is Ben Affleck famous again? We kept thinking they should've had a stunt-actor, to step in whenever some real emotion was required. There was one good scene, where he was almost mauled (and upstaged) by a rottweiller.

Then again, last week we watched 'Shakespeare In Love', and it pained us to admit it, but he was actually good. He needs to play more pompous asses.

New digs. I've been having a pretty hectic week. We're moving into a new office, and my boss is going to be splitting the country this weekend, for two, maybe three months, so we're having to get everything set up. The office is in a really great location -- a place called Club Street on the edge of Chinatown. There are restaurants, pubs, and all sorts of other interesting things within a block or two. I promise to do a photo series of the area once we're settled.

WOMAD. By my nearest reckoning, here's what I consumed at last night's WOMAD:

Three beers.

Another whole jug of beer.

Two margaritas.

A plate of nachos.

Two plates of ribs.

A samosa.

Half a curry puff.
Now I get to go play soccer in a couple of hours. I am still tasting barbecue sauce.

The two acts that sounded the most interesting, Patrick Duff and the AfroCelts, were the most boring, but everything else we saw was great. For the record, we saw Shikisha & Tribal Tide, The Cat Empire, and Julien Jacob.