Now I'm wondering about Peter Greenaway.
I was wondering the same thing about him recently. I was looking at Michael Gambon in Order of the Phoenix and I found myself wondering if The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover would still hold up.
That's beautiful. Or taken literally, incredibly gross.
Buffy ,'Potential'
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sue - Aug 25, 2007 3:42:06 am PDT #6758 of 10001
hip deep in pie
Cashmere - Aug 25, 2007 3:46:55 am PDT #6759 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Just when I think Noah and Grace can't get any cuter, I click a link and am pleasantly surprised. I'm glad Gracie has been moved to a nicer facility.
DH is off to run a 5K in what promises to be a hot, humid, sticky day. The kids and I are in the back yard where it's still shady and cool.
Theodosia - Aug 25, 2007 3:48:57 am PDT #6760 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I'm looking at pool hours around here on the web, and not finding the information I need. Like, yesterday afternoon I was on a backstreet in Cambridge and found an MDC swimming pool that I'd never noticed before AND it wasn't chockablock with kiddos at 3 PM on a Friday afternoon. You could almost go in swimming, I think.
§ ita § - Aug 25, 2007 3:54:13 am PDT #6761 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, and Montreal is collapsing
Dude. That's the centre of the city.
I found myself wondering if The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover would still hold up.
I saw that relatively recently enough that I think it might. The Draughtsman's Contract, OTOH, I fear for my memory of.
Okay, back to sleep, now that I am sure I live in the US and not London.
brenda m - Aug 25, 2007 4:03:44 am PDT #6762 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Yikes. If those tunnels start failing, that's like all of downtown.
Sue - Aug 25, 2007 4:13:42 am PDT #6763 of 10001
hip deep in pie
Dude. That's the centre of the city.
I know! It's totally crazy. They were interviewing some engineers who work in the area and use the tunnels and they said they've been worried for a while, and there's been water coming in for about a week.
Zenkitty - Aug 25, 2007 4:36:07 am PDT #6764 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
My company had our big annual meeting in New Orleans the year before Katrina. Last year? Montreal. This year, the Editors of Doom were in Chicago. Check your infrastructure, Chicagoistas!
ita, I've had several episodes of awakening and not knowing where I am, where I live, or at what point in my life I currently am. I have to wait a few moments for my brain to hit reset or something. FWIW, it's not just you.
Theodosia - Aug 25, 2007 4:57:09 am PDT #6765 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
A couple nights ago I had a whole dream about trying to look up my old boyfriend Max via the internet -- I was remembering all these details about him, like what bands he liked, et cetera. Except that I never had an old boyfriend named Max, nor as best I can recall was I compositing real people and celebrities together.
Maybe I was just getting a random dream from somebody else's life.
Jesse - Aug 25, 2007 5:07:49 am PDT #6766 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Dear hormones, you win. Love, Jess.
Aw. That's got to be hard.
Except that I never had an old boyfriend named Max, nor as best I can recall was I compositing real people and celebrities together.
So random!
Cashmere - Aug 25, 2007 5:10:00 am PDT #6767 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I'm spending the weekend preparing to go back to work on Monday, which so far has meant a fair amount of sobbing while I hold D and think things like "This is the last 2:37 pm on a Friday we'll have together!" Dear hormones, you win. Love, Jess.
Ooof. Jessica, that's rough.