Oh Joss, how could they do this to us?
In less heartbroken news…our “weekend of romance” has been pretty low-key. The husband and I don’t celebrate V-Day (though I did send him a card from the Fuck Hallmark collection, courtesy of You, Yes You). The charms of our relationship are encompassed within our daily routine. Friday night we collaborated on the creation of a tofu pot pie, and jointly viewed some Cowboy Bebop. Man, I love the swanky theme music. We’ve been revisiting this series, but rationing it out…only allowing ourselves three sessions per day. Friday included the My Funny Valentine episode, but that was strictly coincidental.
Speaking of theme music, yesterday morning I caught the beginning of Teen Titans for the first time. Was pleasantly surprised to find the music was done by Puffy AmiYumi. It sure got the little man grooving. But he quickly went from content to cranky and confused. We left the house, to pick my folks up in the burbs (I don’t think he’s seen them anywhere but their house), then head to the city. When we arrived at our friends’ house my folks stayed in the car as I escorted the little man up the walkway. He was greeted by one half of the couple…who then led the little man away from the house (the other half was giving a piano lesson inside) and around the corner to the Tea Garden. I bade them farewell, then taxied the remainder of our entourage over to the Lagoon Cinema. Zophia made me promise to not give away any details about the feature film, other than it was most excellent, so I’ll mention the trailers instead. The German film, Good bye Lenin!, looks intriguing. This film seems to have it all…mother/son dramedy, American globalization, heartfelt European humanism, absurdist farce. I’ll be looking forward to its release stateside. Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind piqued my interest as well. But, as the husband remarked, it’s hard to tell indie from Hollywood films these days…what with actors such as Jim Carrey, Kate Winslet and Kirsten Dunst taking on roles that, in the past, would have gone to lesser knowns.
This afternoon Neil Gaiman is discussing his book, Coraline, over at the Fitzgerald Theater. I wouldn’t mind attending, but the husband and I already witnessed the man read the book aloud, in its entirety, at the Chicago Humanities Festival in 2002. Any mention of the four plus hour event will now induce severe cringing in the husband, and/or his eyes to glaze over. Besides, I have a million and one things to take care of today, to prepare our launch into the upcoming week of chaos. I should probably start by putting some clothes on.
