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Dawnie can finally drink.
Oct. 11th, 2006 11:47 amHey Buffygeeks: Michelle Trachtenberg turns 21 today.
in other news, the small cat continues to puke up its guts in the hallway. he went one day, yesterday, without puking, but this morning, there it was. how long does a cat vomit before his human consort should become concerned (BTW, this is not in the least about hairballs). he's also been sneezing. i don't think i've ever known a cat with flulike symptoms before.
randomly: Corpse Bride is the first movie in i can't remember how long that i just couldn't finish. i don't think i got halfway through. i love Tim Burton but omfg i just despise Danny Elfman these days. it's like eating fresh grilled asparagus with hollandaise made from rat urine instead of lemon juice—an analogy i know Burton would appreciate, if only academically. someone suggested after Mars Attacks that Burton took one too many notes from the historic Edward D. Wood, Jr. while making his celebrated biopic thereof, going for "cute" incompetence, uncinematic affect among the cast, etc., and ended up being mediocre at being lousy and well as at being good. that seems to me to sum up everything post-Oingo Boingo Elfman has done, with the possible exception of the score for Men in Black (though perhaps the potent charms of that movie have just sorta seeped into its soundtrack).
thus endeth the screed.
in other news, the small cat continues to puke up its guts in the hallway. he went one day, yesterday, without puking, but this morning, there it was. how long does a cat vomit before his human consort should become concerned (BTW, this is not in the least about hairballs). he's also been sneezing. i don't think i've ever known a cat with flulike symptoms before.
randomly: Corpse Bride is the first movie in i can't remember how long that i just couldn't finish. i don't think i got halfway through. i love Tim Burton but omfg i just despise Danny Elfman these days. it's like eating fresh grilled asparagus with hollandaise made from rat urine instead of lemon juice—an analogy i know Burton would appreciate, if only academically. someone suggested after Mars Attacks that Burton took one too many notes from the historic Edward D. Wood, Jr. while making his celebrated biopic thereof, going for "cute" incompetence, uncinematic affect among the cast, etc., and ended up being mediocre at being lousy and well as at being good. that seems to me to sum up everything post-Oingo Boingo Elfman has done, with the possible exception of the score for Men in Black (though perhaps the potent charms of that movie have just sorta seeped into its soundtrack).
thus endeth the screed.
