God, I'm so headachey. I've been getting these very specific headaches over my left eye, not the regular kind of headache that I get sometimes, and I sort of wondered why, and then I remembered: O yeah, I'm a caffeine addict.

I looked and looked for the link to my entry when I was boycotting Pepsi because of the strike and I realized that I was addicted, but I cannot find it at all. Anyway, I haven't given up Pepsi, because as far as I'm concerned, the 5 points it takes it absolutely worth it, but I don't always have one every day, some days I don't. Which explains the headache over my left eye.

I think I'll buy some tea. I love tea and it's both no points and chock-full of caffeine. Caffeine for the goddess about to burst from my forehead.

So yesterday I looked at the DVDs that are due back at the library soon, and picked Free to Be You and Me because it's only 45 minutes long, and I could watch something else afterwards.

Hoo-doggies, I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I mean, I was right, it's 45 minutes long and that isn't very long, but when you watch it five times in a row, that takes up most of the afternoon.

I saw it when it was originally on TV in 1974, of course, and a friend of mine had the record, so there were sections I was very familiar with, like William's Doll and Mel Brooks and Marlo Thomas as the babies. But the show as a whole I haven't seen since longer than the boy I'm crushing on has been alive.

And it's just so lovely and innocent. It's very of its time, revolutionary, in fact, without hitting you over the head with its dogma. It couldn't be less strident. Nothing like this could be made now, it was so pre-irony in everything, were it made today it would be wilder and snarkier, and actually that's a shame.

It has a very simple message, that children have the right to grow up without being forced by gender roles into a box where they might not belong, that everyone is free to be themselves, that boys can cry if they feel it and girls don't have to marry the prince in order to live happily ever after.

I'm making it sound dull, but it's anything but that. The fact that Mel Brooks plays a puppet baby should tell you that right there. Great songs, great stories, a truly wonderful show, and not just for little kids.

I loved the "Parents Are People" song, which both is about the astounding idea (for little kids) that "Parents are people/people with children/when parents were little, they used to be kids/like all of you, but then they grew", and also slipping in the idea that when kids grow up, there are all sorts of jobs they can do besides being parents.

But I think my favourite song is the opening number, then made me burst into tears every time I heard it. Not just because of the sentiment, but because there is a particular musical modulation that makes me cry in every song I hear it in. It's like a musical magic trick that presses on a corner of my brain.

And then there was this little song, that is probably a poem, that just says everything:

The Sun is filled with shining light
it blazes far and wide
The Moon reflects the sunlight back
But has no light inside.
I think I'd rather be the Sun
That shines so bold and bright
Than be the Moon, that only glows
With someone else's light

Caught up with Elizabeth, Tamar, and Stealth Punch.

Elizabeth's agonizing last entry really hit close to home for me, though usually I don't feel that loneliness quite so acutely, those feelings and questions are very much a part of my life as well, and I ache for her.

I want to remind her that things always get better, because they really do, but sometimes that is so hard to realize when you are down that deep black well.

Today's horoscope:
Chances are extremely good that a secret is about to be revealed. If it's you who's about to spill the beans, be sure you inform all parties concerned -- and the bigger the secret, the more quickly you should do it.

One year ago today:
"This note is for Fuckhead. Who might I have called Fuckhead?" and Omar said, "Goodness me, this certainly is a nice air conditioner..."

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