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I spent the afternoon and evening with my niece. Have a picture of Hestia in the cat tree which I took while flat on the couch afterward, holding the phone over my head with one hand and petting the artistic subject with the other.
Godfrey Cambridge in Bye Bye Braverman (1968) gives the best surprise Yiddishkeit until Ed Begley Jr. in A Mighty Wind (2003). I thought for years that I was constitutionally allergic to neurotic Jewish comedy, but am now considering the possibility that I might just be constitutionally allergic to Woody Allen.
Godfrey Cambridge in Bye Bye Braverman (1968) gives the best surprise Yiddishkeit until Ed Begley Jr. in A Mighty Wind (2003). I thought for years that I was constitutionally allergic to neurotic Jewish comedy, but am now considering the possibility that I might just be constitutionally allergic to Woody Allen.
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I think you have a point about just being constitutionally allergic to Woody Allen. I mean.
P.
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I mean, how do you feel about Young Frankenstein?
A Hestia!! How magnificent.
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It's this one. The only film of his I've ever enjoyed is Mighty Aphrodite and even only because I like the idea of a Greek chorus showing up in modern day.
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On regular rotation in our household idiolect! Ditto The Producers. And the mild-mannered pervert line from Silent Movie.
I do think it's slightly Philip Roth, too, though. I can deal with Portnoy's Complaint only because of the punch line.
A Hestia!! How magnificent.
She is a wonderful cat. She has taken to wriggling in under the covers at night. I wake and there is a small sentient lump in the sheets.
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The other two pictures I took were blurry on account of yawn and slow blink.
I think you have a point about just being constitutionally allergic to Woody Allen. I mean.
He's just so dominant in that strain of comedy! It's unfair to ethnic humor!
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So true.
The only film of his I've ever enjoyed is Mighty Aphrodite and even only because I like the idea of a Greek chorus showing up in modern day.
I never tried that one, although I can see the attraction of the device. I was shown Annie Hall and Manhattan back to back by someone who loved both movies and I just wanted to scream at the characters and run.
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Drop all calls for Hestia!
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It would be great (and understandable!) if the allergy was self-limiting to Woody Allen.
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They are collectively the Best Cat. There are no finer.
It would be great (and understandable!) if the allergy was self-limiting to Woody Allen.
As noted to
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Hestia is on the piano again. Fortunately for everyone currently in the house and, one assumes, anyone passing nearby, given the tendency for piano music to carry, she isn't half bad at the instrument. How she's managing to shift from fluid arpeggios to rapid, cheerful major scales and back again is anyone's guess, especially as she both lacks thumbs and sports claws. Nevertheless, she is, back paws balanced on the piano bench and tail a cheerful exclamation mark.
"Hey, Hestia!" That's the blue-coated longhair, leaning over the rail at the staircase's top landing, telephone receiver on a length of metal-bound cord held in one half-raised hand. It's the receiver she taps lightly with the opposite set of fingers, once she's sure the other party's looking up. "Cut it out. I'll only be a minute, and no offense. I just can't hear."
The cat does cut it out, though she promptly and cheerfully sticks her tongue out at the visitor*, and if the bluecoat lass's eyesight were better, that response might have been enough on cuteness grounds to make her drop the receiver. As it is, she retreats, waving thanks and murmuring into the handset, something about New York and Thurston and second fiddles. Hestia might just be seen eyeing the distance between her current perch and the ends of the visitor's mane as though contemplating a leap, before giving up the idea with a feline shrug and sauntering toward the wireless's controls. Uh-oh?
*Feel free to assume this is someone else's house. I don't mean to even fictionally gatecrash yours. Where's Autolycus? I'm not sure yet!