Angela Law

animal lover, gardener, knitter, and gourmet cook
 
movies

mystic river

Last evening was another margarita and a movie night at the Law household. Mystic River was the flick. This has to be the saddest and most depressing movie ever. But, the acting was so good that it made it worth watching. I just can’t say enough about Sean Penn–he just might be the greatest actor ever. I was blabbering on so much about Naomi Watts in my 21 Grams review that I failed to mention what a good job he did in that movie as well.

And if Sean Penn is the greatest actor, Tim Robbins has to fall in the top 10. His performance in this movie was superb. I’ve always thought he was good, but this movie confirmed my suspicions.

Here is a brief review from the Filck Filosopher.

miscellany

say it ain’t so

Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt have split. Who can believe it? Well, I guess we can all believe it. I mean, what Hollywood marriage ever lasts long? Well, besides that guy who ate all of the eggs in Cool Hand Luke and his wife (uhh, Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward).

At least we don’t have to wonder if they left each other for someone better looking–they are both so purty.

Still, I was pulling for them. I pretty much pull for anyone who gets married–even if I don’t have to buy them a gift. But, I just kept thinking that this would never last, so I guess today’s announcement isn’t all that surprising.

celebrations

happy birthday, ed

We spent a pleasurable evening at Brian’s parent’s house, observing his dad’s birthday (which is on the 10th). Of course, I define pleasurable as any evening where I get to consume a bunch of citrus-flavored vodka. Yum.

Our niece, Erika, was there. We were hoping Jake would be enticed by that fact and ask to stay the night. Not that we have anything going on tomorrow, but to sleep in would be a nice change of pace (Erika was disappointed, too). Of course, that didn’t work out. He just better not complain about not having anyone to play with tomorrow morning! At any rate, he’ll be staying there in a few weeks, so they’ll be able to hang out then.

Incidentally, today is also Lizzy’s observed birthday. We adopted her from the Humane Society of Cambria County on September 7, 2002 and she was approximately eight months old at the time, so we’ve declared January 7 as her birthdate.

And today is also the Russian Jesus’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Russian Jesus.

And tomorrow is Elvis’s birthday. Happy Birthday, dead Elvis.

miscellany

halftime “show”

Kelly Clarkson, Trace Adkins, and Ashlee Simpson, oh my!

Did you notice the big anarchy A that was on stage? Sid Vicious is rolling over in his grave right now. And just who was running the sound for this thing? I’ve heard better sound at a Lost Circus show. And what was up with the girls in black cheerleader outfits? Did Ashlee Simpson see the video for “Smells Like Teen Spirit” recently and think to herself, “What a great idea–and I’ll bet no one’s heard of this Nirvana band. I’ll have to use it in my set.”

Just some things for you to ponder this evening.

pets

big. sweet. rip.

The vet called with the results of Ripley’s 12-week thyroid test. Everything is great! Her numbers are now exactly where they should be, so she won’t have to be tested again for a year. Not only that, but she lost a few pounds since being on the thyroid medication and is acting more like a four year old dog than the seven year old dog she will soon be. You can tell that’s she’s in a much better mood these days. Hopefully, this will be the last of our trips to the vet until the summer when her annual shots are due.