September 25, 2003

Vampires, Werewolves, and Lions

Jeannie and I went to see Underworld the other night. I liked Speedy shirtless a lot. Every single time he came onscreen, I could not help but say "Speedy." It was dumb but wholly involuntary. Mostly we just laughed and screamed and whispered "Speedy...." or "SPEEDY!" at varying levels of urgency. Overall, clearly, he was not given enough to do in this movie, but Kate Beckinsale's lipstick was very nice. At one point, Jeannie screamed out loud, and at another, she said unwhisperingly, "Who is good and who is evil?" I shrugged in unconcerned bewilderment. "Maybe it's trying to make a societal statement about slavery?" Then we got shushed. She tried to tell me on the way home that it ripped off The Matrix, and I reminded her that we rented it years ago in the first house we lived in together and that I fell asleep within the first ten minutes and she was appalled and horrified. I told her it bored me and that I thought it was ridiculous and dumb. She was so stunned she nearly wrecked the car. She attempted to tell me how great it is and how deep and I just rolled my eyes and said, "Futile! Futile. Futile, futile ... Keanu." I hope our friendship can overcome this great divide. Did y'all know that the actor who plays Lucien is the father of Kate Beckinsale's child, got the part upon her recommendation, and then she left him for the director of the movie?

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My dentist extended his hand to me for a high five regarding the game on Saturday and I obliged him awkwardly. Truly, this fever permeates the city. He proceeded to tell me about how they brought their big poodle tailgating while he instructed me to "tap, tap!" and "grind in all directions!" as I bit down on little carbon paper marking things. I whispered a silent plea that he would maintain his sanity and stop thinking about the Tigers long enough to adjust my spint correctly. No, really, I like him. Even though I will be paying him back for the rest of my life.

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I've been watching Sports Night lately, and I've decided to keep track of some of my all-time favorite moments. So here are a few. Refusing to be cynical about the obvious promotional blah blah ABC/Disney blah blah, I always burst into tears when Dana comes back from The Lion King. Felicity Huffman is such a fabulous actress, and the way she describes how she felt during the show kills me. It absolutely kills me. Because it totally captures the way I have felt so many times at the theatre. And she's right about The Lion King. The beginning of that show is just beautiful. (I've copied this partial transcript from this great site.)

Dana: (from out in the hall) Oh, my God! (bursts in the door, still in her coat) Have you two lived?

Dan: Dana, what--?

Dana: I don't think you've lived. I don't think you've lived until you have seen this show.

Isaac: You liked it?

Dana: Liked it? I don't know where to start.

Isaac: That's wonderful.

Dana: I honestly, I don't know where to start.

Isaac: Why don't you organize your thoughts and get back to us?

Dana: The lights went out, and this woman, with a voice like thunder, this woman, she summons all the animals of the jungle to appear and honor the birth of the new lion king. She summons the animals with her voice. And do you know, do you know what happens next?

Dan: The animals appear?

Dana: The animals appear! Oh, I got goosebumps. It was exactly where I was meant to be at that moment. I gotta go tell everybody. Can I go tell everybody?

Isaac: Go tell everybody.

Dana: (halfway out door) Thank you, Isaac.

Isaac: You're welcome.

Dana: Thank you for the tickets.

Isaac: You're welcome.

Dana: Thank you for everything. Thank you for opening my eyes to possibilities that would have gone heretofore unexplored in a life that while ultimately--

Isaac: Go, go. (Dana runs out)

And then Dana rushes up to a starving Casey:

Dana: (running up to Casey) Casey, listen to what happened to me.

Casey: I'm looking for dead bugs.

Dana: I-I went to a show.

Casey: Please tell me you have Milk Duds in your purse.

Dana: Don't you want to hear what happened to me?

Casey: Not unless you held up a deli during intermission.

Dana: I believe in the power of the theatre.

Casey: Well, that's good. I believe in the power of a roast beef sandwich, so I really don't have time to talk. (starts to walk off)

Dana: Casey. (he turns back) It was really quite something. The music began and I just started to cry. I don't know where it came from. It was like ... church. I didn't know we could do that. Did you know we could do that?

Casey: (with a gentle smile) Well, when I forget, something usually reminds me.

Dana: (as he walks away) I didn't know we could do that.

"It was exactly where I was meant to be at that moment." That's it. That is why I love to go to the theatre, because that's exactly how it feels. And why the next time I go to New York, I am busting out the Visa and seeing as many fucking shows as I can!

There are really just too many all-time moments to sit here and paste transcriptions of each one, but when Dan has writer's block and Natalie throws the water in his face, I really almost tee tee on myself. Especially when he's sitting at the anchor desk and Casey starts to laugh SO DAMN HARD while Dan just sits there and sputters and somehow does NOT laugh that I wonder if it really was a surprise or if Peter Krause is just that good of an actor that he can fake laughing that hard. Who knows? But that makes me BUST A GUT.

Natalie throws water in Jeremy's face for the first time, courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/maruquita83/sppics2.html

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I had lunch with Toni today after not seeing her for ages and ages. We ate at Serop's, where I cleaned my plate, and then I had strawberry Bluebell yogurt for dessert. I sure can pack it in when I want to. Anyway, it was great as usual to see Toni and to hear about how her boys are and what she's been doing with herself. I am sad that she isn't coming to Journalcon, but I told her we'd call her from Austin and give her some dirt. Hopefully Toni will start writing online again, because who wouldn't love that?

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About this time in ...

2002:
The wedding plans begin.

2000:
A fun night out and thoughts on hooking up with an old friend.

1999:
Some bad shit is happening in town, and I ramble retardedly about Anne Frank.


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