Moving Experiences

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* Eleanor and I watched two incredible films over the past few nights, both very much off the beaten path but each a wonder in its own right: My Dog Tulip and A Single Man.   Both featured a main character of a repressed gay male out of 1940s-early 60s Veddy British Society, each of them realizing their lives' purposes surrounded by awesome companionship; the former, through the personage of a female German Shepherd and the voices of Lynn Redgrave and Isabella Rossellini; the latter, with Julianne Moore as his fellow expatriate British friend and Lee Pace of Pushing Daisies in a small but key lime pie role early in the fillum.

* For most of today, our living room was taken up by a surfeit of drawers- Emily's, emptied and stripped from her dresser in preparation for it moving (we hope) to Rochester tomorrow on the first of her trips to settle in there.  As you can see, AsthmaCat was utterly underwhelmed by the whole process:



"Wake me when she's left."

* As I spent a few minutes on our back yard porch late this afternoon, reading and chilaxin', a hummingbird suspended itself within half an arm's reach of me, continuing that position for most, but sadly not all, of the seconds required for me to close my betaread of Fly Into Fire, turn on the camera, and shoot at't. Hummer thus joins the mysterious neighborhood heron in the Missed It By THAT Much department.

* And now, those remaining thoughts about Let's Kill Hitler:



Head rather still spinning. She is, and she was, but she wanted to, but she didn't, but rather did, and....

Zaphod: WOW! Trillian, is this gonna happen every time we hit that button?
Trillian: Very probably, yes.

Well, DNA did once write for Doctor Who, after all.... and this episode did also feature a crucial question which the hyperintelligent, pandimensional beings could not articulate (but for which the answer, best as I can tell, was NOT "42").... yeah well.

Other than the soundtrack needing an injection of the lyrics to I'm My Own Grandpa, it rather mostly made sense. I've seen any number of reviews by people who hate River, hated even the nanosecondary appearance of Rose, or generally hate anything as pop-culturish as a Kill Hitler premise, but I liked how well and quickly they dispensed with that whole aspect of it.  Now just to wait for the inevitable post-episode Downfall parodies.

Okay, here's one already, not the usual scene, but mmmkay:

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* My final Goodnight Irene comment: I awoke to a reawakened brain cell of a song from a longlost Ithaca folk band, titled "Rainclouds." I'm sure it was inspired by all the Hype-icane news of the past 48 hours, but it inspired me to Google the song, which led to (a) an eBay copy of the actual vinyl album of the band's eponymous album I once owned, (b) the email address of one of its singers who still publicizes the album on her website, and (c) a reminder that we actually converted that vinyl to cassette sometime in the late 80s and that I can, with a few extra cables, put that song and the rest of the Desperado album onto a CD- which I plan to do in the early hours of tomorrow:)

Comments

[whyaduck.livejournal.com]

I love that video.

Fegelein!

[firynze.livejournal.com]

I love that cats will always find a drawer/box when available.