Winter brings us to the singers

[sovay]

There are honest-to-God carolers on my street. I thought they were a passing car or a radio, but they are five or six people with sheet music in hand standing on the steps at a slight diagonal across the street, appropriately next to a large conifer, singing "Ding Dong Merrily on High." I guess it is that season.

[edit] And now they are gone. I heard nothing after the last round of hosanna in excelsis and when I looked out, I couldn't see them anymore. They do not appear to have moved on to any other house; I can't hear them anywhere else on the street. If they went indoors, they sure didn't turn on the lights.

I guess it's ghost story for Christmas season, too.

Comments

[sovay]

so his beliefs don't matter as much to me as his setting aside his own Irena-related fears so he can treat his daughter's fantasies with respect (as opposed to punishing her for them).

Like I said, I should try it again.

(The other problem here may be that I went straight from Cat People to The Curse of the Cat People, so my willingness to cut Oliver any slack was kind of zilch.)

[gwynnega]

Yeah, I'm not a big Oliver fan.

[alexxkay]

His only function, in both films, is to psychologically fuck-up the female protagonist. He *thinks* he's the hero, but he's so not...

[gwynnega]

Good point.