I somehow lost this massive post, it was a review of my year, and also a rundown of films I've recently seen. It was "lengthy". I was about to split it into three entries and then the magic interwebs took over and now it's gone. And I am heartbroken. 

Which fits with my film theme in that I was citing The Killing Fields, which, it should be mentioned, will break your heart (and then I went into this whole thing about Dr. Ngor and Dith Pran and then you would be crying). We watched the film because the parents are off to Cambodia, end of month and they wanted some perspective, which is gross.

Anyway, there were some things I wanted to inappropriately squee about at the end of the post, which was getting to be dour...and now I can.

Linus Roache is now the lead prosecutor for Law and Order. I haven't actually watched Law & Order for a few years now (no offense to Jesse Martin, who is awesome, but where "Lennie Briscoe" went, so did I), but Linus Roache? Has anyone seen Wings of the Dove? Which is sort of my aesthetic bellwether? Linus Roache is too hot to be living, is what I'm ineffectually trying to convey. Also, every single garment and jewel is too hot to be actually exhisting from Wings of the Dove. I think I could be inspired to paint and make jewelry off this film for another three decades, a career, a graduate theme if need be (curse you dripcastle3, curse you very much, you horrible dream panderer thing...that you are, that I love.)

Speaking of painting, I have been lying in bed quite a bit. In fact I've tried to sleep, and be asleep, as much as is possible on a functional level (let's just ignore the whole depression element here, let's just?). I mean I was asleep for the parts where I wasn't required to cook? Over this holiday? Which, not so much.

I  find I have wild inspirations while I'm dreaming and I'm pretty good at recording the essentials once I'm jolted awake. Flying fish, was one.

I don't like to be jolted awake, though...I like to take a couple hours to wake, honestly. Unfortunately this isn't possible when one has a dog although I can say I am luckier than most. My dog is inclined to indolence. I took the Awful Whippet out early this morning and she didn't like the frost. After brekkie, she spent the day like this:

I am an awful parent, but I put in disc 1 of War and Remembrance and she was a happy camper for several hours.  How awful is that, I pacified with TV? The sad thing is she seems to enjoy that mini-series as much as she enjoys Due South, which I get, the wolf and all, but why does she like the war/history thingummy? Because she leaves when I put anything else in.

Again, this is lost from my marathon post, but I love this mini-series (or should we call it maxi-series) and we've been watching it for a couple weeks now (Robert Mitchum as Pug Henry is the best casting ever!)

Mum and I have both read the Herman Wouk books and the series is pretty painstakingly accurate, which makes sense since they bothered to get Herman Wouk to write the screenplay. Mum just started watching War and Rememrance and all the Henry children + the Jastrows are newly cast and she was aghast. Honestly, anything over Ali MacGraw's cardboard dirt-farmer Natalie is an improvement? 

Ali MacGraw? What was Steve McQueen thinking?

Did I mention my whippet is indolent? Because I have nothing else to offer but puppies are cute, here is evidencence:



Yeah, I'm done. And up way too late. On the other hand, all my indolence and depressive sleeping has lead me to solid ideas for painting. I'm thinking pseudo-modernist semi-surrealist japanese derivative utterly literal paintings, totally classicist paintings. A whole series. I have a grad school ap to consider, after all.