Random pithy inconsequential musings. Okay, and probably still some drama.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Who was the hero? Dance.
I agreed to see "The Artist" not realizing it was a silent film.
I gave directions not be woken when I fell asleep.
I stand (wide awake) corrected.
The movie was delightful. Especially delightful to screen at the lovely Carolina Theater.
What is President Walken doing in Hollywood in 1929? I've decided I'm just happier living in a world where Sam Seaborn, er, I mean "The West Wing" is real.
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