Two different houses surround you
I wish to thank my past self for buying a jar of borscht, knowing I would feel like eating it some night when it was not feasible to visit a restaurant and/or New York. I had it tonight with sour cream and dill; it was delicious. The cats tried to interpose themselves. I explained that I don't think either of them can digest sour cream. They pointed out that said nothing about beets. They did not win the argument.
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teenybuffalo for the late show of The Wolf Man (1941) at the Brattle. It was the last major Universal horror movie I had left to see; I may try to write about it not because it's my favorite but because it really shouldn't have held together—I'm genuinely not sure in what country or century it's even supposed to be taking place—and yet it has all the right resonances under the surface to hit the audience in the id and pull off an ending I actually find devastating, like the twist in the last verse of a murder ballad. I had managed to forget that I'd seen Lon Chaney Jr. before, but he's very good and looks startlingly like his father, which can't have helped. I would watch Claude Rains and Maria Ouspenskaya read their respective phone books and instead they shared a terrific scene.
I am not convinced I have finished recovering from Arisia, but I don't think it hurt that our internet went down for most of Monday and therefore I had nothing to do but curl up on a couch with books and cats. We celebratedspatch's birthday with pho and George Herriman. I am already looking forward to the weekend, when I am seriously contemplating doing nothing at all.
After dinner I met
teenybuffalo for the late show of The Wolf Man (1941) at the Brattle. It was the last major Universal horror movie I had left to see; I may try to write about it not because it's my favorite but because it really shouldn't have held together—I'm genuinely not sure in what country or century it's even supposed to be taking place—and yet it has all the right resonances under the surface to hit the audience in the id and pull off an ending I actually find devastating, like the twist in the last verse of a murder ballad. I had managed to forget that I'd seen Lon Chaney Jr. before, but he's very good and looks startlingly like his father, which can't have helped. I would watch Claude Rains and Maria Ouspenskaya read their respective phone books and instead they shared a terrific scene.I am not convinced I have finished recovering from Arisia, but I don't think it hurt that our internet went down for most of Monday and therefore I had nothing to do but curl up on a couch with books and cats. We celebrated
spatch's birthday with pho and George Herriman. I am already looking forward to the weekend, when I am seriously contemplating doing nothing at all.
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He says thank you!
I hope you have a restful weekend.
I say thank you!