Hey look, my new design is here! Melissa actually sent it to me ages ago, but the background wasn't quite right and she didn't have a chance to fix it until yesterday.

I'll bet that the "small greyish print on a black background is blinding me!" people are relieved today!

And a new week begins after a weekend of quite astounding sloth.

Saturday began with Compromising Positions and ended with All That Jazz, one of the greatest dance films ever made. I am insane about this film, and watched it even though it was on Bravo, formerly a channel that valued artists but now a channel that edits films for those with delicate sensibilities, which meant that not only the only bit with the title of the film was partially cut, but so was the airplane dance number--the second half, you know, the half with the point was completely cut.

But it didn't matter, because this is a perfect film. Because it was directed by a dancer, it was shot to show the dancing and the dancing tells the story, rather than in films such as A Chorus Line, where you get the impression that the filmmakers consider the dance to be in the way.

Also, it has almost the only believable performance of a dancer by a non-dancer that I can think of (besides maybe Anne Bancroft in The Turning Point). Roy Scheider doesn't actually dance, if you notice, he mostly just moves and partners, but you don't feel that he is moving and partnering because he can't dance, but because right now he happens to be moving and partnering--he might dance at any minute! He has a dancer's body and a dancer's rhythm and I cannot imagine anyone else playing this role.

So yesterday I spent on This Island Bed, quite happily, under a pile by cats, pretending that the bed was surrounded by sharks, unless I had to pee or get another soda (one strangely leading to the other).

I'm a little achy this morning, and my butt and neck hurts, but I can't think of anything that I would have preferred doing.

O, and I actually did do a couple of useful things yesterday, believe it or don't, in that I changed the cat litter, washed the dishes, and updated Funny Pages and No Spring Chicken!

And it sure was embarrassing sending notes saying "Hey, remember when you requested to be in my burb? Well, here it is, only six months later, and I added you!"

Today's horoscope:
Take advantage of an opening to discuss your long-range plans with your partner. Plan your future together.

One year ago today:
"Good avderdood, Gumpady That Bust Dot Be Dabed, gan I heb you?"

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