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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Reading the phone book

Sorry about the downer of an entry yesterday. It really wasn’t a bad day at all. The headache never fully left, but I beat it back enough to be able to function reasonably normally. (My only gripe is why am I getting sinus headaches again?—chiro work had pretty much wiped them out.) We ran errands, both together and separately. I edited. We had pork chops and asparagus with an awesome butter-Dijon sauce for supper (all stupidly easy—the entire meal took about 10 minutes to prepare). People came over for sewing. We did laundry. We watched various shows. We slept long and hard and good.

Ack. Well, Ken went to the Korean Embassy in LA to get his visa re-upped, and I stayed here and worked and felt grumpy about not going with him. Of course, we both forgot it was a holiday. Dammit.

We’ve been dumping various shows to tape to watch later. We have almost all of the first season of “Dead Like Me”, and now we’re doing “Carnivale”. I remembered to put the second ep of “Tru Calling” on tape, and I’m going to save the funnier “So Graham Norton” eps. You know, ages back we talked about signing up for Netflix, but now we don’t have any time to watch movies. (Although, before our free HBO and Showtime run out, we’re going to dump a bunch of movies to tape…)

Tonight, after spinach salad with hard-boiled egg and crumbled bacon, and a steak in a garlic-herb marinade (marinade from a bottle, of course—remember, this is Ken and me in the kitchen), we went out on a date. We saw “Love Actually”, which was a brilliant movie. Absolutely brilliant. Go see it. It’s funny, and sad in a few places, but overall just wonderful. I mean, I would hire Emma Thompson, Liam Neeson, Alan Rickman, and Hugh Grant to sit on my porch and read the phone book—going into the theatre, I didn’t care if the movie was crap. But it wasn’t. And most of the rest of the cast was amazing, too. (The kid who played Sam, for instance. Although Keira Knightly so didn’t impress me in “Pirates of the Caribbean” that I wasn’t 100% sure who she was in this movie. Mostly sure, but not entirely. And if she is the person I think she was, I was again not impressed. Nothing wrong, just bland.) At one point, I commented to Ken that if this were an American movie, it would have sucked, or at least would have been far more over the top and far less funny. There’s something about British humour, how it stays just the tiniest bit restrained even when it’s really over the top. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. Just go see the movie. Buy me the DVD when it comes out, too. (Oops, did I say that out loud? )


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