I was at work today, and I got a call from Cynthia.

"Do you want me to open it?"
"What?"
"Do you want me to open it?"

The letter from Sundance, it must be the letter from Sundance.

"Is it big or little?"
"Not so big, maybe a page or two in an letter-sized envelope."

And I knew. That it would be like college, when the acceptances were in big manilla envelopes, full of class schedules and roommate questionnaires, and the thin envelopes had letters in them that begin, 'Dear student, we had so many wonderful applicants this year...'

"Nope, we didn't make it."
"Well, there's still Slamdance!"

I am sorry, but not devastated or hugely disappointed, because it would have been such a miracle to make it in. And, as I said, there's still Slamdance! There's still a chance that I'll make it to Utah in January...

So yesterday I spent the day at work, because I realized that I had undercounted my hours and would be short if I didn't do some work. I spent fourteen hours at the office this weekend. Not much different than regular weekdays!

Afterwards I went to the Sony and saw Best in Show, which surprised the hell out of me by being absolutely hilarious!

I realized that I am really alone in this, but I loathed Waiting For Guffman, I thought that it was possibly the least funny movie ever made, besides Mrs. Doubtfire--I laughed more often and with greater heartiness at The Sorrow and the Pity.

My thing is that if the central conceit of a film is illogical (unless it is clearly a fairy tale), I just don't find it funny, and Guffman just didn't work for me. I didn't believe a word of it, and what humour there was was always the easiest joke available. Bleh.

I remember being surprised, though, because I love the cast normally, and I'm a Spinal Tap fan, so I enjoy the genre. Therefor, I decided to give Best in Show a shot.

And I loved it! The performances were excellent, particularly Eugene Levy (who unnerved me at first by having Comic Ugly Teeth, fortunately he didn't rely on them for laughs) and Catherine O'Hara as a midwestern white-trash couple, Michael McKean not over-the-top and John Michael Higgins extremely over-the-top as a gay couple (they ended up balancing each other out), Jane Lynch as a win at all costs dog trainer, Fred Willard and the extremely cute Jim Piddock as dog show commentators, Larry Miller as a mean, lusty bastard, and the wonderful Bob Balaban in a tremendously subtle performance as the man who runs the show.

This was the kind of film that rarely went for the easiest laugh, and when it did, you pretty much laughed anyway because it had won you over. It was smart and funny and lovely and you really cared about the characters. Another problem with Guffman, everyone was so stupid that you, or at least I, hoped that Guffman would in fact show up and murder them all. The only problem was a let-down ending. There was nothing really wrong with it, but what came before the tag was so great that it could only be a letdown, and it kind of dribbled to an end rather than really ended properly, but this is a small complaint.

My capsule review "Go see Best in Show, it is actually funny!" They should put that on the poster.

I was at work until 1a on Friday, I think, but I wasn't working. What was I doing? Reading a new journal! Or new to me at any rate.

It's called Erm, and I read the whole thing in three days. If it were a book I'd say that I couldn't put it down, but since it's on a computer, then what? I couldn't turn it off? Something like that. It is bar nobody the funniest journal ever written. This means funnier than Pamie or Stee or Amy or Sarah or Meghan or Anne or Jackie or anybody.

Even funnier than me, though it pains me to admit it.

Of course, she is barely writing now, but that means that there is two whole years to catch up on without her constantly writing new things and putting you farther behind. It starts here, then continues here, then here, then here. No, she doesn't move around alot, but these are all of the archive pages in order, and I was a bit confused and couldn't find early '99 when I started, so I thought that I'd be helpful.

So go read Erm, our Journal of the Week!

Don't forget, if you want a Xmas card and you have either never sent me your address, or you moved since last year, or you accidentally dropped off the list last year, let me know!

What did you ever really want but didn't get?

Recommend a really funny journal.

And we're still talking about Christmas cards, silly winter clothes, spending money on crap, wanting, live sports, being thankful, and Thanksgiving and recipes.

Today's horoscope:
Keep your romantic dreams, but be practical in relationships. Be forgiving of small, minor faults and appreciate major good points.

One year ago today:
I look like an utter dork in it, but I bought it anyway, because I look like a cute dork.

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