Four new entries, ducks! Still no phone, is what that's all about, but isn't it fun to have all of these riches all at once? There's this one, this one, this one and, well, this one.

So yesterday I got my ass to the darkroom and did Melissa's contact sheets. They didn't make me physically ill to look upon them, so that's cool. Of course, neither did I weep with pride and declare that I never had to take another picture again, because I could never outdo the glory, the wonder, the perfection that is my picture of the trombone slides.

Of course, I don't get the colour contacts until Tuesday, so either of those reactions is still possible. Stay tuned!

Afterwards I decided to go to the flicks again, or before, actually, because if you want to get into the 7.20p screening on a Saturday night, buying the ticket at 3p is helpful.

So, I went to see Angel Eyes, and Shae's review was right on target, in that it's good, it's fine, it's not as spooky as one thought it would be, but if you like looking at Jim Caviezel or Jennifer Lopez, it's a fine fine motion picture.

And I really really like looking at Jim Caviezel. My God, he is such a movie star. I mean, I know that he is actually not a movie star, but he certainly is a movie star waiting to happen. OF course, so were Jason Patric and Armande Assante, as Fran and I were discussing yesterday morning, and for one reason or another it never happened for them. I hope that Jim Caviezel doesn't end up being another might-have-been, because I really want to keep being able to watch his pretty face and my God those blue eyes for quite awhile to come.

Jennifer Lopez, by the way, in this film, is The Raccoon. If you ever wonder what she's like, just go to this movie. They don't look alike, but they have the same style of speaking, and it made me laugh to see.

But the one thing that I want to know is, when did Sonia Braga get old enough to be Jennifer Lopez's mother? She was young about fifteen minutes ago in The Milagro Beanfield War!

Lenten entries missed:

Gwen said lots of bad words, picked up a scary fish with tongs, and wrote letters for assholes.

Today's horoscope:
Clarifying your financial goals and taking more personal control can reap dividends. Take advantage of an opportunity to get what you want.

One year ago today:
As I left, the part-timer said "Go home, feel better!" and I said "Nope, for my sins, I'm off to watch four-year-olds sing!"

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