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cimorenei couldn't remember if the accent on the e was supposed to be grave or acute. anyway. went and saw amelie, fully expecting it to be a guilty pleasure and overly light and cute. ok, well, there wasn't much dark, but it was self-consciously light and quite witty and funny. eeeeee! just. fabulous. the girl was not much like audrey hepburn, no matter what my beloved rm#1 says. but she was quite pretty and very good and the boy (maybe i'm just insane here) seemed to resemble methos. there were little intrusive bits of not-realness. ie, if nino didn't show up for their date, either he forgot, or he got abducted, etc, eventually ending up the survivor of a terrorist bomb near afghanistan and becoming a goat herder, and she wasn't going to waste any time thinking about a man who wore a hat that looked like a tea-cosy. hahahaha. also the subtitles were quite a nice font.
got back to discover overpowering smell of dill pickles in the hall. i don't know. maybe it's plain dill or plain vinegar. since i can't imagine how the dill pickle smell would get there. well, or when it comes down to it, the other smells either, so what the hell. it's definitely pickles.
my grandpa (bob, natch) sent an article clipped from the miami herald about a contest to design the new florida quarter. deadline april 30, if you're interested (^.^???), here. suggestions for slogans (by artists for the herald) included "home of hurricanes," "fun for the family" (with disney world pictures, of course), and "the spanglish state." mostly, i think it's the cutest thing on earth that he sends me stuff like this. it's not like it's enclosed in a letter, but like he encloses brief little notes with the newspaper clippings he sends. i just picture him reading tons of magazines all the time and checking everything he reads against a mental list of people to see who might be interested. what if there's a conflict? my dad often gets torn-out articles from science, natural history, national geographic, etc with "please send this on to your sister when you're done with it" scrawled across the top. heeee.
got back to discover overpowering smell of dill pickles in the hall. i don't know. maybe it's plain dill or plain vinegar. since i can't imagine how the dill pickle smell would get there. well, or when it comes down to it, the other smells either, so what the hell. it's definitely pickles.
my grandpa (bob, natch) sent an article clipped from the miami herald about a contest to design the new florida quarter. deadline april 30, if you're interested (^.^???), here. suggestions for slogans (by artists for the herald) included "home of hurricanes," "fun for the family" (with disney world pictures, of course), and "the spanglish state." mostly, i think it's the cutest thing on earth that he sends me stuff like this. it's not like it's enclosed in a letter, but like he encloses brief little notes with the newspaper clippings he sends. i just picture him reading tons of magazines all the time and checking everything he reads against a mental list of people to see who might be interested. what if there's a conflict? my dad often gets torn-out articles from science, natural history, national geographic, etc with "please send this on to your sister when you're done with it" scrawled across the top. heeee.
