Yesterday was a "try to use up those damn passes before they expire on Saturday when the world explodes" day.

There are like eleven left, but I'm not having hysterics, 'cause I know for a fact that I ain't gonna use them up. Maybe I'll contact the company and see if I can trade them for new ones. It might work if I make up some sob story about having mislaid them and only found them after the new year.

Worth a shot.

So I went over to the Universal Citywalk and caught myself The Green Mile.

Now, as you may recall, I loved the book and it made me cry uncontrollably. I was pretty sure, though, that the film wouldn't hit me as badly, as it was the combination of words that pushed my buttons, and I thought that if they didn't use the word "buddy", I'd be okay.

Well, at the very beginning, when Coffey asked that the lights be left on, I started sobbing and that was it, I was gone. During the last twenty minutes or so, I wept and wept and sobbed aloud, gasping for breath, glad that the music was fairly loud, glad that I was in the front row and no-one was near me. But, during quieter moments, I would hear strangled howls from other parts of the theatre and realized that I was far from being the only one unable to cry quietly.

And, of course, he did say "buddy".

The other thing I discovered in this film was David Morse, who plays Brutal. He won't get nominated for shit, but he gave the most wonderful performance in the whole film.

But why won't he be nominated, if he's so great, I hear you cry? Because he is brilliant in an unshowy role. Michael Duncan was great as Coffey, I don't want to take anything away from him, but nothing like playing a slow giant black man who can work miracles and cries in the dark to get nominations--excellent support and quietly telling the truth doesn't do it.

The other thing about David Morse that I noticed about halfway through the film is that he's dead sexy.

I have decided that the most intensely erotic thing in the world, besides a man with blood on his face, is a great big huge man with wide shoulders throwing a little weasely man against a wall. Particularly if he shows no effort on his face.

At one point, David was twisting the ears off of said weasely guy with an expression of such calm, amused strength that all I could think of was "Boy howdy, do I ever want to fuck that."

Okay, gotta leave the house, no time for Being John Malkovich.

Say, anyone want to send me a January design? Something festive and Y2K with confetti and things? I would really dig it the most if someone would!

Today's horoscope:
You're "up" today with more faith, optimism and confidence. You take direct action to advance truth, religion, education, or values.

One year ago today:
Beth is a spangly elf.

One year ago today-The Sequel:
So basically, Lucy is a potential diarist serial killer! Flee! Flee for your lives!!!

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