Waves eroding the tip of the Toronto Islands. A project to keep it from eroding will cost around $14 million, thus reminding us all once again that attempting to combat the effects of Mother Nature is a horribly costly experience, as anybody who has ever bought a jar of Oil of Olay knows full well.
Golden Globes without writers turn out to be massively boring. Number of people surprised by this: zero. In revenge for the strike, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association gave multiple awards to Sweeney Todd, which is adapted from a stage play and therefore the least-originally-written thing eligible for awards last night. (Also, Johnny Depp has wacky hair in it. Wacky.)
Brass Rail shooting a stupid, stupid accident. John O’Keefe was killed by a stray bullet intended for someone else, which actually makes the whole incident slightly worse in a way.
Murray “Dusty” Cohl dies of cancer at 78. Cohl was largely responsible for turning the Toronto International Film Festival into the massively important annual event it is today. He also always wore a cowboy hat, which is awesome.
Scientists bring dead animal heart back to life by repopulating it with healthy cells. HA! You laughed at those people who decided to go for cryonization, but who’s laughing now, eh? (Well, not the cryonized people. They are in frozen tanks. And the ones who just froze their heads probably have to wait a long long time more. Good call there, Mr. “Oh One Day Science Will Figure It Out For Me.”)
And finally, the Raptors beat the Portland Trail Blazers in double overtime.
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