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And now, by email for the first time ever, My Mother's Three Things About White Collar.

( Spoilers for the season finale )

3a. Love, Mum. PS: Get yr minions to find out the future of Neal.

YOU HEAR THAT MINIONS. My mother demands season four spoilers!

This was actually the whole reason she phoned last night: she wanted to know if I knew what would happen to Neal in S4. I think she was kind of pissed that probably nobody but Jeff Eastin knows that yet. This was our conversation last night:

Mum: Where do you go to find spoilers? Where do you get all this stuff you tell me?
Sam: God, I don't know. At this point they come to me. People send me stuff. I have connections.
Mum: Sam. Are you king of the internet?
Sam: Not yet....

Occasionally, when I'm home for a visit, she'll say something funny and then turn to me and say "Don't tell the internet I said that."

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Tonight I was defeated. I was defeated by poutine.

I SUCCUMBED WITH JOY.

There is literally nothing about Burger Joint in Chicago that I do not love, from the fact that it's underground, like some kind of hamburger speakeasy, to the way it neglects to label its poutine as "For you, and two hungry friends".

I got a hamburger, a chocolate shake, and an order of poutine. And I was all "Yay poutine!" and my server was like "But not with real curds! But it has gorgeous creamy shredded mozzarella and provolone, you will not be sorry," and then proceeded to serve me the largest helping of poutine I have ever seen in my god damned life. I was expecting a cup of fries and cheese and gravy, like you get in Toronto, and instead I got A TRAY OF POUTINE.

I tried to eat it all. You guys know the expression "meat sweats"? I have gravy sweats. I brought two thirds of it home.

The thing is, it was so good. The fries were fresh and crispy and the cheese and gravy were in just the right proportions. And the burger was one of the best I've ever had, with a lovely fluffy bun and fresh meat, and I'm like BURGER! and then I'm like JESUS CHRIST POUTINE and then OH MY GOD THIS MILKSHAKE and the upshot is I am dead of food.

Burger Joint: you'll die happy!

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Speaking of poutine....

So I decided to read the newest reboot of the comic book Alpha Flight, which is Canada's answer to the Avengers. It's very recent, and I think had something to do with the Civil War event, but it's fuzzy at this point.

I have to warn you guys, if you like Alpha Flight...you probably don't want to read this.

We're cruel people.

We, being myself, Claire, amand_r, and spiderine, with a cameo from gypsylady.

Sam: I'm going to read ALPHA FLIGHT.

Claire: Why is this happening to me? I'm a good person!!!!

Sam: I should note, this is just the recent eight-issue run. After that it was cancelled. Again.

Requisite "Fassbender Smoking" to open the festivities:

( Alpha Flight: Canada's Most Unnecessary Heroes! )

And That Was Alpha Flight:

Mandr: I still hold that there are many Canadian superheroes that don't suck. Wolverine, for instance.

Claire: Oh right he's the exception that proves the rule. He basically is the only superhero we need.

Sam: Can't hear you, too busy hoping ALPHA FLIGHT gets another attempt at a reboot. We need more people in sparkly maple leaf costumes.

Claire: I need leverage over you to mock you. Chicago must have a stupid superhero of some sort.

Gypsy: Take your pick, Claire! http://technorati.com/entertainment/article/top-10-superheroes-of-chicago/

Sam: FUCK YEAH WE GOT COMMISSIONER GORDON

I rest my case.