being me, I had to think about Steph's post- because Easter has becomd a major food holiday for my family, not a religious holiday. But then most of us aren't practicing christians. I think certain holidays get a very caviler treatment because they are ferderal holidays that most everyone gets off, even though they are religious holidays. In CT , where there seemed to be only two religions it was less obvious than it is here. Out here, I can think of eight different religions practiced by friends of mine. ( that was the quick count). Anyway - I hope I didn't offend, but I also hope that the explanation that I made up explains some of what is going on.

naps would be good

ita, have you ever seen Some Girls? A very young Patrick Dempsey, a very young Jennifer Connelly, set in rural Québec.

Very weird film, but oddly charming.

I just used "wrt" in a business e-mail. I feel dirty.

eta: Damn, Karl. Not in Netflix.

OMG, Karl, my roommates and I watched that movie in college and fell in love with its oddness, and I've never in my life met another human being who's seen it, or even heard of it. It made me yearn for Quebec, although since I've never actually been I don't know whether I am longing for the actual Quebec or the dreamland-Quebec that exists only in Some Girls.

I think it's definitely a dreamland, but I've never been east of Thunder Bay in Canada. But oh, what a sublime and gently evocative dreamland it is.

I'm irrationally glad not to be the only Buffista to have seen it and fallen in love with it.

(All love and good things to you and your family, sweet JZ. I'll keep appropriate digits crossed for Emmett's swift, painless, and complete recovery, as well as for serenity and lack of stomach-clenching for the adults around him.)

The summer after my freshman year of college, I rented Some Girls just *because of* Patrick Dempsey. And a week or so after that, when I was talking long-distance with my roommate, it turned out that she had rented it, too.

I've seen it. I kept thinking it would make a little more sense. It didn't. I still loved the ending.

Did your roommate have similar taste in movies, or was it more Twilight Zone than that?

I frequently do that with the hivemind, of course.

Oooh, I loved the bit with the somewhat senile grandmother or aunt taking down the curtains as a metaphor for her life being at an end.

It's a shame Dempsey was always getting naked in those movies he made as a scrawny teenager, yet now that he is HOT he plays sportswriters and entrepreneurs that are always buttoned up in suits.