January 3, 1998

I feel a little bit like I've been at a movie marathon. Rented Ghost in the Machine and George of the Jungle last night and saw Titanic today.

George of the Jungle had me laughing so hard I couldn't breath. All that horrible, sick slapstick physical humor I loved as a kid all in live-action plus cool affects for Shep just had me dying of laughter all over the place, and George was terrifically puppy-dog cute in nothing but a loin cloth. Not something you can really say about most men in loin cloths. My. If you remember the original at all, it's just such a mindless blast.

It's actually the second time I've seen Ghost in the Machine. If you have the choice, try and make sure you see it sub-titled by Manga movie productions. It's absolutely superb, and you get all the tiny sound affects that get lost in the dubbed version for some weird reason. But they really do make a difference, especially when watching all the cyborgs in action. It's very fine anime, with that exquisite attention to detail that no U.S. animation has quite matched. Things like the tattered layers of banners tacked up in an alley, the flutter of garbage blowing by or the wreckage and detritus of living are all there in the city scenes. I am seriously thinking of getting my hair cut like the Major's, sometime.

By the end of that movie it was about 2am and it was cold in the house and offhandedly I said to John that it was going to snow. The weather reports were wishy washy about it, but having seen the cloud formations coming in and it had been clear and cold out, it seemed, to me, more likely than not that it would be snowing soon. Or even...

John turned on the porch light and it was snowing. Bit, fat, white flakes falling slowly through the darkness.

He was overjoyed and said it was because I said that it would be. *laughter*

We woke this morning to a Christmas card picture. The trees and roofs all iced with white. The snow was pretty and hadn't stayed on the ground. I went back to sleep, John went to Eagle Hardware. I eventually woke up, showered, and when I was done John had gotten back and so I went and make breakfast while Fezzik went outside to eat snow and John fixed things on the Range Rover.

More things, that is. He'd fixed both the doors, which hadn't been opening or shutting too well, replaced the speaker wires so that we now had *two* speakers working instead of one that was working intermittently, fixed the heater fan so we didn't have to depend on car speed to get heat into the car, replaced the windshield wipers so they actually cleared the windshield, reconnected the radio's memory's power so the radio actually starts on the station it was last on instead of randomly in static, and also replaced the completely worn to non-existent seat cushions. It's so weird to sit on a flat seat now, when I'm used to my hips being encaged by a steel frame.

It's almost like having a new car without having to go to the trouble of buying one.

Titanic is good. I'll admit that it wasn't something I'd wanted to see after all the hoopla about how much it cost to make and all that, and I've never liked sad endings and, well duh, I *knew* it was going to sink and I *knew* that lots and lots of people were going to die. What's the fun of that?

But Regis and Kit and then my sister Kathy and Raven all said that it was a good movie. John was curious, so we went. We arrived before the 1:30 movie at about 1:10 and the ticket man was saying that there were only 50 tickets left and he couldn't guarantee that we'd be able to sit together. We snapped them up anyway, expecting to sit in row one. We got row two, right in the middle, even. Ha. So much for doom sayers.

But the screen was very large indeed. So my eyes are still just a bit blurry. It was large enough that looking to the left or looking to the right, one saw different parts of the scene. And it was a lovely, big movie that lasted 2 hours and 72 minutes. *grin* Regis was telling us that the marketing folks had thought that a three hour movie wouldn't sell that well, so had started telling folks that it was 2 hours and 72 minutes.

Bring plenty of hankies if you're a girl. Even girls as tough as Zonker and I were just reduced to tears by the end. And they were good tears. It's much better than I thought it would be. Cameron does a really, really good job of making the sinking a background to the stories of the characters in the real story. It's a mushy romance with an iceberg ending.

Of course, with how the movie went, I can't help but wonder if I let go of Mark when I shouldn't have, when I had, once, promised that I never would. I shouldn't, though, as he's now never alone, something I could never give him as completely and thoroughly married to John as I am.

© 1998 by Liralen Li.

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