the expression on her face at three minutes? pretty much sums it up
Thursday 7 August 2008 | I like a cookie
[Afterthought: Perhaps I should explain that the last movie which the Physicist and I ever watched together was, for no particular reason, Ghost World; and of course the opening scene of that film consists precisely of this, the galvanizing “Jaan pehechaan-ho!”—in which, as the fine writers of WFMU note, “Masked dancers bug out and go completely apeshit to a totally high-energy, mutated surf number.” My soon-to-be ex-partner and I stared at the laptop screen, spellbound. Who knew that QT got his first break in 1960s Bollywood?! I can’t remember how many times we replayed the tweaked-out dancers and their bobble-headed sock hop before we finally managed to go on to the much-less-memorable rest of the film, which has since faded into oblivion for me despite Steve Buscemi’s efforts at being sad and creepy (sadder and creepier?), and ScarJo’s touching attempts to enact “normal.” Thanks to Squandermania for reminding me of its infectious, if freaky, good cheer. Well, maybe anything infectious is by definition also a little freaky.]
So this blog-shaped object is once again fully functional (après Mr. Data) and my back is more or less pain-free, just in time…for me to leave for San Francisco for five days, for my beloved Fruitbat’s ordination and its attendant entertainments.
I’ll be back on Tuesday and then I can has normal? Plskthx?
Now to go approve a dozen cobwebby comments, before I faint with relief.
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