And the birds flew right by and the earth made them sing
I spent the first half of Valentine's Day unromantically fulfilling some medical errands and then trying to sleep off a migraine, but in the evening I made keyn-ahora plans with
rushthatspeaks and
spatch and I ordered an accidentally four-person quantity of dinner from Chivo and watched Tales of the Tinkerdee (1962), an early fractured fairy tale of a Muppet curio whose relentlessly older-than-vaudeville gags we frequently missed from still laughing at a line about three jokes earlier. "A solid ruby gold-panning inlaid electric-fried antique!" After that I fell asleep on the couch.

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Thank you. It was important.
*hugs*
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I have no idea where the spelling I use originally came from. Leo Rosten? Phyllis Gotlieb? One of my grandparents? It's apotropaic—קײן עין־הרע—so when interjected as here it would be something like fingers crossed, don't jinx it. Normally used for more serious praise, news, or intentions than a potential day out with my husband and his child, so not entirely serious, but not entirely unserious either considering how my life feels these days.
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Just macaronic Yiddish!
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Thank you!
My Valentine's movie was Your Monster (2024), which I become more obsessed with each time I see it.
I don't think I know anything about that one. Talk to me about it!
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At around this point, Laura discovers there's a monster living in her house. In fact he's always lived there, growing up alongside her, though she claims not to remember him. He's scary, but he's also perceptive, hilarious, artistic, and has major Beauty and the Beast vibes. He encourages Laura to stop stuffing down her anger and to reclaim her career. The movie works on the level of a romance between Laura and a literal monster, but also as Laura learning to love her own rage, which is of a piece with her creative passion. The film walks a fine line between which version is true. It's beautifully constructed, especially the finale, which manages to be triumphant and joyous at the exact moment that it paints Laura into a corner she's not going to be able to get out of when the credits roll.
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I can see why you have become obsessed with this movie; that sounds amazing.