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I woke up at four in the morning after my head was repeatedly walked on by both cats who were obviously trying to alert me of their concern that the heater was blasting for the first time this winter. I tried to explain that it was like 25 degrees outside, but they weren't having it. So I got up, and now I am totally delirious and feel like my head is about to collapse upon my desk. I moved all of my plants into my outside storeroom, and I hope they're okay. I hate winter. Winter makes me surly. And we don’t really even have winter but pseudo-winter. I'm going to see Closer tonight. I've heard it's dirty and raunchy and nasty. Yay! Season four of Felicity will be released on March 8, 2005, and it is available for preorder. Yay! I think all of my deep thoughts drained out of me with yesterday's entry, so I'd like to say a thing or two about Terms of Endearment. I love this movie. I love it on VHS. I love it on cable when it comes on in bleeped reruns. I love everything about it. I love Debra Winger. She has absolutely zero vanity in this film, and it makes me just adore her. I mean, she has SNOT or FAKE SNOT on her face on her wedding night, and it's so gross but it's so awesome. I wish she were working more today. HOW IS EMMA GREENWAY HORTON AND SISSY DAVIS AND FOR THAT MATTER JOY GRESHAM NOT WORKING? I can flip to this movie during any random scene and just get lost. Little Teddy is possibly the cutest child ever put to film if you don't count little Peter in Finding Neverland. I think people think of this movie and only remember the end, but there is so much movie to this movie before the big final story. It's just so funny and raw and embarrassing and ugly and beautiful and real. (I see that it won the Oscar for Best Picture, Best Direction, and Best Adapted Screenplay, and of course Jack Nicholson won Best Supporting Actor for playing the astronaut. Shirley MacLaine beat Debra Winger for Best Actress. I have no idea whom I would have voted for if facing that dilemma, frankly.) I've seen it so many times that I can pretty much recite the entire thing by heart, and yet I do not own it on DVD. This must be rectified immediately. And Shirley MacLaine. My God, is she a force of nature or what? Again, everyone remembers the big screaming scene in the end (which admittedly is so awesome that I think it could wring tears from a stone), but she's amazing all the way through this movie. The line reading alone of "Why should I be happy about being a grandmother?" is so remarkable that I am always forced to rewind it repeatedly just so I can laugh and admire. The sequel is such a disgrace that it is dead to me so let us not speak of it, but this movie is a gem. A GEM. (The squick factor of John Lithgow's character notwithstanding.) I passed a billboard yesterday for some kind of a doctor. And it had a few things listed as far as the services he provides. And one of them was Ear Laceration Repair. And first I did a double-take, and I got very confused and wrinkled my brow and just pondered that. I mean, this wasn't a vet. This was a medical doctor. For humans. Then I got very scared and sped up. About this time in ...
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