1. "Annie Hall" was on cable last night. I love Woody Allen - especially that era - and it's my second-favorite film of his (right behind "Manhattan") - but I hadn't seen it in years. Goddamn, that film is amazing. Diane Keaton's performance is absolutely incredible. (One thing I finally noticed last night - there's a scene towards the beginning of the movie where Woody is waiting for Diane Keaton at a movie theater, and he's being pestered "by two guys named Cheech", and when she finally shows up he complains about her being late and that he's being harassed "by the cast of the Godfather." And I always forget that Diane was in the Godfather. I'm not sure if that's a testament to her performance (now that I think about it, I think that scene is the first time we see her in the movie) or my shitty memory. Probably the latter.) Anyway, now that I'm older and I've put some years between viewings, I think I relate to Alvy Singer a bit too much. I'm almost positive that if I went to California, I'd undergo waves of nausea and engage in incredibly passive/aggressive bits of road rage.
2. Thanks to Guitar Hero, I ended up iTunes-ing the Wolfmother album - which is kinda fun, actually. It's like Dungen, except with less drugs. I also iTunes-ed the new Feist album this morning, which is great. Can we please have a Feist/Neko Case/Emily Haines (or Metric) tour, please?
3. I think allergy season has finally hit me. Goddammit.