Not all the time, obviously. Just right now. Early this evening, on my way home from work, I picked up a DVD of The Wind in the Willows. It's the Disney animated adaptation, and comes packaged with a bunch of other Disney theatrical animated shorts.

What it doesn't come with is The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. And on one level that's fine, because I already own that on DVD. It was on Walt Disney Fables Volume 1 a few years back. It was paired with The Prince and the Pauper.

And this would be fine and dandy, except that I want The Wind in the willows and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow on one disc! Why, you ask?

Because that's what the fucking movie was!! It's right here on IMDB, in case Buena Vista Home Entertainment have forgotten. And in case they're still confused, here's its Wikipedia entry. I want The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad on DVD, because that's what Walt Disney himself produced and that's what RKO Pictures distributed in 1949.

Gah!

On the plus side, at least after 11 years of releasing DVDs in Australia, Walt Disney have finally released The Wind in the Willows on some form of Region 4 DVD. I was getting worried. Now if only they'd bother with Make Mine Music...

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Fellow skeptics and neti pot users and the Venn Diagram where you guys overlap: Does the neti pot really work? Or is it a placebo effect?

Am curious, what with my node being all stuffy and drippy.

Ha! The charming konomaigo has provided these lovely pictures of my vegetarian "turducken":


Whole. From the inside out, you are seeing chanterelles, roasted red pepper, acorn squash, seitan, and a sugar pie pumpkin.


Neatly sliced.

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These are my links for December 1st from 23:17 to 23:17:

• Of Geeks and Girls - I'm not sure what I think of this.

Not one minute goes by without interruption from a kid! Wow! I have to sneak off every so often and regain my composure. Moomin and I have been reading long bits of Dr. Dolittle's Circus at bedtime. He's been playing well with Iz and Mali, and warily stays clear of L. I had a funny moment where I spelled "croissant" and Squid answered cryptically "He already had one". Leelo understood perfectly what we were talking about. That was an eye opener; some of it was context but I also suspect he saw through the spelling. The atmosphere while somewhat chaotic is punctuated by specially developed routine which I find fascinating and running through it all... Squid's quick and dry wit flashing out in the middle of her long explanations to the girls who poke at her to provoke it and then are hypnotically fascinated as they try to decipher whether they're being made fun or not and what information is encoded within (often very complex, just beyond them, which is like candy to their intelligence.) and L. who incredibly trusts her through the times when he is clearly very frustrated. I like the peaceful moment when she plays the totoro theme on a little recorder or flute to him at bedtime (which i only hear from below since the long run of stairs and then hallway after it daunt me) I think I managed not to say anything dirty or bohemian in front of Squid's mom today but it was close.

As Moomin was drifting off to sleep i said "I'd like to take your Dragonology book... I'm going to read it in the bath while eating cake. Gosh, I love being a grownup." Oh the outrage! He thought it was very funny after I explained it was a kind of cake he didn't like.

For his brochure about the human body and its various Systems I suggested several funny ideas - like illustrating it with tiny talking organs a la Cricket magazine - which he rejected until the one where it was a brochure written by aliens for other aliens on the care and health of human pets. He is very worried that Ms. F. would not like it. I swear... that school! Of course they like a creative idea. I don't usually pepper him with suggestions for such things, but hey. If he takes it and runs with it, great. Otherwise hands off! It's not my project!

This Saturday his dance class is performing in the "hometown holiday" parade which is our town's attempt to bring some holiday shopping action into downtown -- the 4th of july parade is very popular here. There's a street market, a field of snow, a parade (where we used to just join since it isn't all that formal) and incredibly great little fireworks *right next to the library*. It is hard for me to stick with the fireworks part from a wheelchair in an enormous crowd in the street but we'll figure out a spot and stick in one place off to the side. I think the spot under the giant tree by city hall should be okay. I'm going to bring Iz to the parade to give her mom a break. Keeping in mind she's working like 30 hours a week.

I worked today from Main St. (having wormed out the password) & had a very good cosy chat with M. about our lives. She's very interesting! We have some similarities that I didn't expect. When I go there I think of the role I played at my co-op as I would run a cooking crew and bring out bowls of steaming food in a motherly way. Though for me it was just dabbling in a role and for her it seems to be the history of her life and of course, her business for years.

Tomorrow I think working from my sister's house! She is sewing a million spats or something for her bazaar! and i will set up selenium and run test tests. Then haul ass back here to pick up M. and take him to dance lesson if he isn't too tired from the "Lap-a-thon". He will make $10 per lap with pledges from a bunch of us! Last year he ran 18 laps.

I feel a little more fired up to blog but am emotionally really strange and a bit messed up. Moomin steadies me though. It is very cheering to be here. if i were staying much longer I would buy that 50 foot ethernet cable and plug in my airport express so i could have internet in bed.

Walking pretty decently, especially today - I walked through a store, and stayed off my cane almost all the time in the house even though it's a huge house, with a few periods of lying down when my leg started being horrible. I think it helped that the weather was amazing. I picked Moomin up right after school so he could play on the back porch, trampoline, and explore the yard while I worked on the porch. It was nice to be here in daylight.



The view this morning as the sun came up across the bay ... spectacular. Moomin mused about the sun looking like a huge egg yolk.

But I will never like dogs.

"The Road," distributed by The Weinstein Company, was supposed to be one of the potential stand-out films this holiday season. Based on the award-winning Cormac McCarthy novel (he also wrote "No Country for Old Men"), the film was to be wide released Thanksgiving weekend, according to information on reliable Internet sources including ticket seller Fandango. The problem? The information was incorrect. As many people throughout the U.S. Are learning this weekend, "The Road" starring Viggo Mortensen is not to be found practically anywhere. It is not showing in Maine, New Hampshire, or Vermont. The closest theater where the movie can be seen in most of New England is Boston.

Similar situations exist around the country. Don't let yourself be denied the opportunity to see this film. Though it is bleak it is also one of the most honest love stories ever told, about generations and hope, about what it means to be human, to be humane. Write to or call your local theatre groups, distributors, university film clubs and departments. Create demand. Even if you feel it would be too difficult for you to see, help make it available for those in your area who want to see it, who need to.

I was fortunate enough to see it at Mill Valley Film Festival. I wish that you will be able to see it too. I have written to or called all my local theatres (my county and 9 counties around me), the university film departments and film clubs and repertory cinemas, and local film reviewers, because I believe that one voice crying in the wilderness can, eventually, be heard. Please join me.

HEY YOU BITCHES WHO ARE GONNA GET STUFF FROM ME (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE YOU BITCHES). POST YOUR ADDRESSES HERE SO I KNOW WHERE THE FUCK TO SEND THE GODDAMN JAM. COMMENTS ARE SCREENED SO THAT NO INTERNET STALKERS (EXCEPT ME) WILL KNOW WHERE TO FIND YOU.

/WATCHES THROUGH ALL Y'ALLS WINDOWS.

Okay. I have a bunch of bottles that I either don't wear anymore or haven't ever really worn. Most of these smell great in the bottle but awful on me and are full but for the testing. I'm giving all of you folks who read my LJ a shot at them first. I'm open for trades or sales or something else. Make me an offer if you want something.

Daiyu
Elegba
Fearful Pleasure
Haloes
Lick It One More Time
Tokyo Stomp
Ophui
Phoenix Steamworks
Te Po
Tiki Queen
Upa Upa

And if anyone has a bottle of Huesos De Santo or knows where to find one, I've noticed I've stopped wearing this one out of fear that some day it'll go away.

Attached please find one (1) very long .mp3 of me reading "The Horrid Glory of its Wings" to my cat.

I think I edited out most of the neighborhood dog noises.

Hope this works. 

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You know, I kind of like my job.

back in new york finally ... alright ... lets get this party started

In Sarah Monette's books, there's a concept called "Mikkary".

Mikkary is deeply rooted misery, and sorrow, and insanity, and dankness, and darkness.

Augustine's house is just a locus of mikkary.

I have keys.

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I will be In To Visitors. So hari_mirchi, lunalovegoddess and family - anyone else who needs to drop something off or pick something up - that's when!

When Doctor Who made its brief 1996 return to the small screen as a 90 minute TV movie starring Paul McGann, a lot of fans were disappointed. Many actively hated the thing. Nowadays it seems like a sort of grubby footnote for the series, something lost in that 16 year gap between "Survival" Part 3 and "Rose" that nobody really talks that much about.

The TV movie notably co-starred Oscar-winning actor Eric Roberts as the Master. And this is my dirty little Who-fan secret:

I adore Eric Roberts' Master. There's one moment in particular - he's in the back of an ambulance with the Doctor and Grace Holloway, neither of whom know who he really is. The Doctor and Grace slip into a catty argument - Grace still doesn't believe the Doctor is an alien who travels through time. He mentions he met Madame Curie, Grace asks "Does she kiss as good as me?!" and the Master lightly corrects her: "As well as you."

That's just an amazing little moment. He's an insane centuries-old alien mass murderer, he's sitting two feet away from his arch-enemy, but he can't help himself from correcting Grace's grammar. And he's so relaxed when he says it. He's even smiling very slightly.

Somewhere there's an alternative world where the TV movie led to a weekly series on the BBC and the Fox Network, and while I wouldn't necessarily trade it for the post-2005 series we have now I am sad we never got to see Eric Roberts spar with Paul McGann again. He was brilliant.

In honor of the frigid weather, today's picture is from Glacier Bay.

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