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We just watched Lars and the Real Girl,

And we are going to a little birthday dinner for our friend Nancy, who wrote that movie, tonight. Her mom, who had been ill a long time, just died a couple of weeks ago, so this is also a gathering just to be there for Nancy, if you know what I mean.

Scrappy, I am so sorry for your friend's loss. We quite enjoyed the movie fwiw.

School Hard just ended. Didn't remember that the name of our thread was from that episode. That was fun. Joyce rocked. Looks like Logo is marathoning because the next one just started. Yes, I do have the DVDs, but it is on my tv and I can't resist.

Still haven't seen Lars and the Real Girl. It is on my list.

eta: Strength ~ma for your friend, Scrappy.

I loved Lars and the Real Girl. I actually cried. The fact that the doll was a sex toy made no difference; I don't think he ever, you know. He was very shy, and in his delusion she was a person.

Zen, I don't think he did either. In his dillusion she was also religious and modest. The one thing I was disappointed with was that the baby wasn't born during the film.

I love watching old British TV, you see a lot of now famous people. This week's episode of Inspector Morse featured Elisabeth Hurley, Julia Swahala (Saffy from Absolutely Fabulous), and Philip Bretherton (Alistair from As Time Goes By).

I was wearing no metal beyond minimal jewelry and an underwire. Why did I trip the security? I mean, went fine when I redid it but, yo, that machine was sensitive.

Cass! I know this one!

When I was on jury duty for three weeks in lower Manhattan I walked through the same metal detector every day. Sometimes my underwire set off the alarm, some times it did not. According to the security officers it was a matter of temperature.

Yesterday we drove into Canada to White Rock to look back at Blaine. White Rock is a gorgeous little resort town full of shops and restaurants and houses carved and terraced onto the hills down to the shore.

See, that sounds lovely and like my kind of exploring.

Poor Lewis, though, he hates just aimlessly going with no destination in mind--he wants to know he's going somewhere to do something. I suggested we drive to Edmonds and he was like, "Why?"

I thought it sounded like a grand idea because it's only twenty minutes away and the weather was lovely and I wanted to poke around and see what we could discover. I'll eventually get him to go, just aimlessly, and he'll enjoy it, just sometimes, it takes a little shove. Maybe a kick.

Emmett only knows British actors from Harry Potter movies.

Zmayhemi are back from megan walker's where we hung out with Sean.

I made them watch French rock and roll movies and videos from the sixties, which flabbergasted and fascinated and boggled megan and Sean in equal measure.

Matilda climbed over everything while we snacked on a lovely indoor picnic of baguette and cheese and salami and olives and hummus. She conked out and we played the game Ticket to Ride which was much fun. The last time we had played it was with Scola, so we spoke of his skill as a railroad baron.

We had to rouse Matilda from her nap to get Sean back to his dad's house. They're going to see Teatro Zinzanni tonight. Matilda had to use the loo so we got a look see inside - fancy house! Really beautiful, with a view of the GG Bridge.