Cereal:

Congrats to your sister, Aimee. Come down here and help me with my twin sister's wedding next month, pleeeaaassseeee?

Becoming Jane isn't really a biopic -- it's more along the lines of Shakespeare in Love or Marie Antoinette.

Ah. Makes sense. I can suspend belief if it's fun and interesting.

Did it bother you that Mel Gibson added in all sorts of stuff THAT NEVER HAPPENED to The Passion of the Christ?

That's what bothered me the most -- all the sorts of Anne Catherine Emmerich (I think that's the mystic's name) visiony stuff. That's where the film probably got closest to anti-Semitism in my eyes, too.

Epic, that said, I think you're adorable and I feel your annoyance at this stuff, but it's a losing battle, I think.

Come down here and help me with my twin sister's wedding next month, pleeeaaassseeee?

Okay!!!!

It was okay. Not great. The way the various characters map onto their "real-life" counterparts is nicely thoguht-out, but kind of clunky in execution.

Oh tommy. I am most grieved to hear that your Senor Socks has passed. What a fortunate kitty he was, to have lived with someone who treated him the way you did. I lost my old kitty Chloe two months ago, and I'm still very sad and missing her most terribly. So I am right there with you in the bereaved kitty huggers department.

Happy belated birthday Sean! Many happy returns, pinches, and spanks to ye.

For Aimee-the-Wedding-Planner: I once attended a wedding where all the bridesmaids loved their dresses. The bride picked out a flowered fabric, and told them to go forth and sew something suited to their shapes. So the tall drink of water sister had a slender sheath with a bolero jacket; the pudgy best friend had a full skirt; somebody else had huge puffed sleeves. ALL of them looked fabulous, and the photos were harmonious.

For everybody else: Hiya! Howzit going?

Katerina - we're thinking that we'll probably tell the girls David's Bridal Apple Red. Buy what you like in the seperates.

I just got a baby shower invitation and the information contained therein tells me that that the parents have registered at a place called Buy Buy Baby.

I know nothing of this place, and yet I find that I hate the name with a white hot passion and my opinion of this couple is a little lower than it was before.

Today I am easily influenced.

At my cousin's wedding that I went to last week, it appeared that all the attendants had a particular pink fabric specified and were told the colors were pink and green, and they went forth and made whatever dress they wanted. Two of them should never wear that color pink, so it wasn't a total success. Everything at the wedding was pink and green, from invitations to the flowers, and I got tired of pink and green pretty quickly. I may be prejudiced because of my abiding hatred of the pink.