So true and must be remedied. Last time I saw it was in the theater!
Dude! And you call yourself a cineaste?
(Well, I would call you a cineaste.)
Tim Burton's first film - c'mon.
Movie I most want to see (at the moment): Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) - Japanese Nouvelle Vague.
I have had limited access for the last few days but wanted to offer my thoughts of peace and support to -t.
Also the Universe needs to start being kinder to all buffistas.
Oh my. I have been so busy I haven't read b.org in two days. And now I find that horrible things have been happening.
-t, I am so so sorry. There are no words really.
And Kat! Ack! Why does the shit always pile on at once? If there's ANYTHING I can do, let me know.
Timelies all!
Catching up from the filk room at Balticon.
My deepest sympathies, -t.
I'm going to a wedding tomorrow. Wearing this, but in blue, with green wedge heels: [link]
PBR is so five years ago. Where's the Miller High Life resurgence??
PBR is back now, but now its referred to as "Pabst".
(Or at least it was, repeatedly, by the
adorable
nasal girl on the subway platform telling her three
adorable
friends for about five nasal minutes about how she really wanted some
Paaaabst
so her friend called around to find a distributor that would sell
Paaaabst
to the public and he found some
Paaaaabst
but it was all the way down on 115th street but the
Paaaaabst
was ONLY $17 A CASE!!!!OMG)
Javachick, if you like botanical gardens, San Antonio has a nice one: [link]
Pretty wedding dresses! Or, dresses to wear to weddings.
I have a million errands to do today. And then I want to walk and sit by the river.
Crud. No answer at the hardware store probably means they are closed on Sundays, huh.
I remember the Alamo as worth it, if only for the shock of seeing how tiny and indefensible it is. I had one of those moments when you see something you've read about and have to rewrite your entire mental picture.
I'm now earwormed with the (not quite historically accurate) song:
A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
Saying he who would die for Texas cross over
But he who would live better fly
And over that line stepped one hundred and seventy-nine