The white sands of time are losing face, running down and going slow
Starting this afternoon, my plans for the weekend involve cat-sitting for friends in Providence. I do not expect to be out of internet ambit, but it will be strange not to wake up with my own cats in my arms. Autolycus has been especially either possessive or solicitous lately. Hestia has really gotten into sleeping on people's feet.
The Somerville Theatre's newest repertory series starts tonight: Sidney Poitier: Something of Value. I am tragically missing two film noirs I've never seen, but have my sights set on Pressure Point (1962) and In the Heat of the Night (1967) in March. I am also fascinated by the idea of a blaxploitation remake of Odd Man Out (1947).
Act of Violence (1948) is on FilmStruck! That suggests that Criterion is aware of it, which they should be. I am going to continue evangelizing for this movie until there's a decent DVD of it, dammit. On that front, I see that Criterion has announced an upcoming Blu-Ray/DVD of Frank Borzage's Moonrise (1948), which was totally unavailable by legitimate means when I saw it. That should make it easier to recommend.
I must catch a train. I should be found tomorrow night in the audience of the Lovecraft Arts & Sciences Council's Arcade Asylum Author Series: Women in Horror Month and otherwise I'll see you all next week, or whenever I post next, life on the internet is weird about travel.
[edit] I am off my train and watching a young ocelot-brindled cat sing to herself as she repeatedly and skilfully murders a toy. Life is all right.
The Somerville Theatre's newest repertory series starts tonight: Sidney Poitier: Something of Value. I am tragically missing two film noirs I've never seen, but have my sights set on Pressure Point (1962) and In the Heat of the Night (1967) in March. I am also fascinated by the idea of a blaxploitation remake of Odd Man Out (1947).
Act of Violence (1948) is on FilmStruck! That suggests that Criterion is aware of it, which they should be. I am going to continue evangelizing for this movie until there's a decent DVD of it, dammit. On that front, I see that Criterion has announced an upcoming Blu-Ray/DVD of Frank Borzage's Moonrise (1948), which was totally unavailable by legitimate means when I saw it. That should make it easier to recommend.
I must catch a train. I should be found tomorrow night in the audience of the Lovecraft Arts & Sciences Council's Arcade Asylum Author Series: Women in Horror Month and otherwise I'll see you all next week, or whenever I post next, life on the internet is weird about travel.
[edit] I am off my train and watching a young ocelot-brindled cat sing to herself as she repeatedly and skilfully murders a toy. Life is all right.
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The older cat who remembers me ran right up for petting and the younger cat who met me once a couple of months ago is skittish of me but fascinated by the way my stuff smells. They both ate when I fed them, which is much of the point, and I think I will have no difficulty brushing the older cat, who is an enormous friendly lavender-pointed bolster with a tail that curves forward when he's happy like a shiba inu. So far, so good.
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an enormous friendly lavender-pointed bolster --the bolstertude of cats is one of their many charms.
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I forgot to bring my camera! I'd take pictures otherwise. It's astonishing.
Lydia has now played with me, solicited affection, purred like a dynamo, and talked Siamese, so I think we're good.
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Thank you! The transit was a little hairy, but the cats are very fine. One of them has known me for years and I plan to be unobjectionable to the other.
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I've been running into mention of it for years, but this is my first opportunity to see it. I am informed it will knock my socks off. Even if that doesn't happen, I'm looking forward.
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Yay!
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I am covered in brindled and lavender white fur. There has been a lot of dedicated attention-seeking. This is also all right.