Friday night, we suddenly found ourselves invited for the next night to a bloggers' Q&A and artists' party at the Art Gallery of Ontario - the Cronenberg-curated, and so creepy, Andy Warhol exhibit, titled Supernova.

Now, I don't know a whole lot about Warhol, nor Cronenberg.  But I do know I like finding out what famous people are really like, having met a good number of them in my theatre years and such.  I'm not star-struck; I only get like that with real icons of my personal cultural favorites, like Jordan Catalano.  But I always want to know whether someone who makes scary movies is creepy or regular or what.

Cronenberg seems pretty regular.  Smart, for sure.  But as I suspected, he was pretty matter-of-fact about his own work.  In regard to Dead Ringers, he told Andrew Baron of Rocketboom - I'm going to leave the Rocketboom blogging to Joey, though I know the whole story from Drew's perspective now - that he saw the story in a newspaper, and thought someone had to make a movie of it.  When, ten years later, no one had, he just did it.

A neat evening.  And he was wearing Nikes.  It just kind of struck me.