No Direction Home

I was lucky enough to find a ticket online on Sunday 1PM for 2:30PM premier No Direction Home: Bob Dylan documentary by Martin Scorsese at the closing day of Toronto International Film Festival, at the Roy Thompson Hall, home to the Toronto Symphony Orchestra. The doc was awesome, 200 minutes of inspirational Dylan documentary, lots of never-seen/heard-before shoots and recordings, with footage from the controversial 1966 tour of the British Isles as a centerpiece. Awesome. If you want to get an idea of what Bob Dylan is all about, watch the two parts on PBS on September 26th & 27th.

Woke up today at 9AM sharp with the phone ringing, it's from the lobby, we've got a UPS package, they're sending them up. Dress up, open the door. Cool, I say, it's the CD I ordered from amazon.ca last week. Pretty in time. The delivery guy's asking for nine bucks something of import tax. I'm already nagging: nine bucks of import tax for a single CD?! When I notice that I didn't order from amazon US, but amazon Canada. Then I notice that a CD is most probably shipped in a box far smaller than what I'm seeing. Signed a few papers and had the package in my hand. Read the invoice, takes some time to understand what it is, woohoo, the full No Direction Home set: The double-DVDs, double-CDs, and the most fanciest book, and all at 9AM on the release date!!! But I didn't order them, just added them to my wish list last week! I think for a second that maybe I added them to shopping cart instead of wish list, and then checked out! Go check wish list, they're there, remove them. Somebody already picked them up from the wish list?! Wait, the package is addressed to my suite-mate, not me. What?! He's not even in Dylan.

Ok, it's definitely mine, but somebody's playing hide'n'seek. Open it up rapidly, to find the billing address. Aha, there's a name there. Gosh, I don't even know her! I can't help myself, bring out the book and skim over. Brilliant design. Clicks, it should be the hint in my previous post. Somebody's managing this show from Iran! I know who you are! Wow, wow.

My suite-mate wakes up, I can't help but showing him the package and start laughing. Heh. "I know" :-D. He gets the package that I've put back together and hides somewhere in his room, to bring it out next week. I can't help but wait for him to leave, and pick the audio CDs up before leaving to office. So much previously-unreleased tracks, This Land is Your Land, Man of Constant Sorrow, w00t. In celebration, I'm wearing my Bobby 05 US Tour t-shirt today.

Thanks again, wow, thanks. I'm totally shocked and impressed. You know who you are!

On other news:

Enjoyed reading The Six Dumbest Ideas in Computer Security, and Richard Feynman's Personal observations on the reliability of the Shuttle.

Apparently Ikke has broken his left wrist. Po'boy. Jeff, would you please hook his blog up on planet? He said he sent you a note long time ago with no effect.

And Oh, 1GB MP3 watches are on eBay now, for as little as 210CAD!

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