THAT WAS THE BEST THING EVER SOMEONE DISTILLED MY CHILDHOOD AND PUT IT ON SCREEN AND THERE WERE PIRATES AND BOATS AND SHOOT OUTS AND DRUNKS AND DOGS AND WHISKEY AND THE DTS AND THE DESERT AND AIRPLANES AND CAMELS AND OPERA SINGERS AND AND AND AND MY HEART.

Walking Whimsy by the river bank this evening, spotted at least fifty geese, all congregating near partially iced sand bars. It was weird and beautiful, but I tried to explain that it was February tomorrow and they're supposed to migrate. Geese, however, have little interest in explanations.
The winter has either been so mild that the geese are ( Read more... )

A Christmas Carol (the real one)
Miracle on 34th Street (the real one) [twice]
Casablanca
The Maltese Falcon
The Good Old Summertime (... questionable, but it has Buster Keaton who is adorable)
Meet Me In St. Louis
Christmas in Conneticut
The Thin Man
The Man Who Came To Dinner (in-credible)
Sadly, tomorrow is a Doctor Kildare marathon so I will ( Read more... )

Walking Whimsy down by the river this evening, we stopped at the sound of "Jingle Bells" being loudly and enthusiastically sung somewhere nearby. We stopped in the dead grass and leaves and remains of snow, even though my ears were burning from the cold, until we found out where the singing was coming from:
A wagon full of happy, singing people, ( Read more... )

The glamourous nature of my job:

Going through several hundred files on a USB stick and opening one to find a series of photos of a naked woman, post some kind of major weight loss surgery. Elephant Man level wrinkles and horrible flappy stretchy skin bags.

My job, ladies and gentlemen.

As part of the integration of Whimsy into our home (our being, of course, mine and the cats) we have slowly lead up to Whimsy having increasing free reign to find new things she shouldn't eat. Part of this has been allowing Whimsy to run around the kitchen-dining room-living room-hallway-bathroom without being restrained when I'm home (and also ( Read more... )

There is either a giant wasp nest or a dessicated mummy head impaled on a very high tree branch in my back yard.

WHO WANTS TO PARTY WITH PROJECTILES?
Unrelated (OR IS IT) I have discovered that everything is about ten times better when you can incorporate something called a "death blow". It does not matter what the something is, because you know ( Read more... )

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Sometimes I think the ability to find truly anything on the internet ruins a sense of wonder and joy and also makes it way too easy to find the answers to baffling and obscure pop culture questions. And that, perhaps, finding that someone else, somewhere, remembered something that you were certain was some secret little gem of happiness that only ( Read more... )

A brief list detailing things which are not, in fact, puppy food, puppy treats, dog food, dog treats, or any other sort of thing which should be found inside a dog's mouth and/or stomach despite what certain canines might try to convince you of:
- pillows ( Read more... )

My mum had the first part of her surgery to deal with her colon cancer - an ileostomy which is not a colonostomy but apparently people kept referring to it as a colonostomy because 'everyone knows what that is' and also describing an ileostomy and explaining what it is gets gross while you don't have to go into gross details about a colonostomy, I ( Read more... )