I saw it today too, and the crowd was totally representative of my neighborhood (half people exactly like me, half Jewish/Italian senior citizens).

I loved every second of it. I don't know if "brilliant" is the right word, but I loved that they didn't fuck with the story. They just told it. It wasn't shoehorned into a three-act screenplay with a big emotional climax scene, there was not one flashy or false moment in the entire film. It was practically a documentary, what with half of it being either footage or quoted from transcripts. And I loved that they let the story stand on its own that way.

Just back from a Sleepover at the Wild Animal Park, where we got to go "backstage" into the enclosures for elephants, tigers and lions. Oh my!

Congratulations on the bound book!

was there a baby elephant? I love a baby elephant,

Jessica, yeah: it felt very much like a documentary, and I'm quite sure that the scenes of Murrow on television were word-for-word what he said. It's the sort of thing I wouldn't have been surprised to see on PBS, were it not for the cast.

My sister and I spent a lot of time going, "hey, who IS that guy?" And feeling bad for David Straitharn, who isn't a smoker.

Good Night and Good Luck is on my list of things to go see. Of course, since I almost never go to the movies, the odds are against me seeing it before it comes out on DVD. Though, if I finish prepping for my class early, I could go see it tomorrow.

There was a bra. You should probably laugh anyway. I'm scared about how far I might have gotten if I hadn't come back for earphones.

the red 9 and 10 you see is a DMV thing.

Thank you!

Perkins -- I never heard back from them on my change of address either. I have to renew my driver's license in a few months, so I suppose something will come of it then.

I really want to see that, too, but am suspicious of my drive to actually go.

Oh good. Now I don't feel bad for making the boys do theirs. I do the whites though because otherwise their socks would stay black.

Laundry was my big family chore from way back, FYI.

I haven't been to a dry cleaner in the year since I moved into this apartment, but it's really getting to be time. (Most of my dry clean stuff is suits, so I haven't been wearing them much, but occasionally still adds up.)

I never heard back from them on my change of address either.

If you specify, and send more money, you can get a replacement license and/or registration card. Otherwise, no, they don't acknowledge said change.

Otherwise, no, they don't acknowledge said change.

Bastards. They never call, they never write.

Hey, anyone familiar with the kinetic chain? Wikipedia isn't, and I feel flouted. I was actually going to them before google.

I saw Matthew Perry at my gym, as well as a guy whose name I can't remember but I remember speaking to him at the Montreal Comedy Festival and he was really pretty, and .. fuck I think it was Godfrey the 7 Up guy. He's really hot. Ah, well.

I don't think I did my laundry until I left for university. Apart from a propensity for too much bleach, it didn't seem to complicated. Like speaking to the police, I'm not sure why adults mess it up so.