I’ve never identified with those who watch the same movie multiple times. I read weblogs and articles in which people mention having just
So, tonight was quite unusual for me: I watched Mr. Jealousy for the third time. Mr. Jealousy is a little indpendent romantic comedy that I stumbled across a few years ago on a pay movie channel, back when we had movie channels on our cable plan. I fell in love with the surprisingly tight plot and the intelligence of the whole experience; both the script and the performances feel
I watched it tonight because I’d bought the DVD a few months ago, and have been meaning ever since then to sit down and try it out. This is one of those
I came home early from work today, thanks to an upset stomach, and spent most of the night chatting with my Mom about a whole gamut of issues, from Andy Couch to the role of emotions in our everyday life (we come from a religious background that considers emotions to be generally undesirable) to the interchangability of light corn syrup and King Syrup in candy recipes.
Then we watched Mr. Jealousy, and then I worked a bit on Calliope and chatted with Brennen before heading off to bed. Brennen caught episodes three and four of Cowboy Bebop last night, and I was thrilled to discover that he enjoyed them quite a bit. Another fan of quality anime. And episode five is “Ballad of Fallen Angels,” so he can to look forward to experiencing that next Sunday.