This is basically just a Nirvanna the Band / Matt Johnson fan site now. I just saw it in the theater for the THIRD TIME last night (after I said I didn’t want to go to the Waterfront on a Friday, that’s how you know this is Big Time Fixation) – I cannot recommend it enough. As I have already ranted: Go in cold, don’t watch trailers, don’t google. Then come home and binge everything they’ve done as Nirvanna the Band up until this point. Obsessed. Bought the poster. Dying to go back to Toronto.

There were these guys sitting at the bar near us beforehand and they ran into someone they knew who asked what they had come to see.  One of them giddily said, “Nirvanna, for the second time!” to which the other guy responded, “Nice! I saw it three times!” I could feel Henry tensing up next to me, knowing that what I actually heard in my deranged mind was “Paging Erin Buttinsky, Mrs. Buttinsky” which caused me to blurt out, “ITS OUR THIRD TIME TOO!!!” throwing three fingers wildly into the air like I was celebrating my third gold Olympic medal in the game of Obsessing Over Niche Things. (And fuck the White House invitation!)

The guys weren’t dude-bros so they didn’t mind my outburst and instead celebrated along with me for a second. (Maybe that’s me romanticizing the scene as usual.) “Yeah, Canadian pride!” one of them said to me and I felt like I was part of something.

When I get this fixated on random things, I start to wonder if I really am on the spectrum, somewhere, maybe riding it side-saddle down at one end. Because I will get these obsessions and then there is no room in my head and heart for anything else. Like, I’m at work wanting to spam my friends on Teams about this knowing full well that none of them will give a shit.

Anyway, if you catch me around town wearing thick headbands it’s because I belong to the Church of Matt Johnson now. Sorey. (Henry agreed that Matt Johnson can be my free pass, so Toronto here I come.)