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Miranda pointed out that the comment submission form wasn’t working, so I’ve fixed the pesky script permissions and everything appears to be working now. Thanks!

Greetings from the world of the living!

I’m pretty much on the other side of the flu now, and hopefully updating again. Did spend the days getting by on online scrabble. Mom called and said that my brother, three thousand miles away, has also caught the flu. He’s running 105, and I don’t envy him a bit.

Feel a little cheated, since I managed to go four days with a moderate fever and not have a single dream that persisted after I woke up. This happens to be par for the course with me. I think there are only two dreams I’ve had in my life that I remember with any kind of clarity. Do people write about dreams in blogs? I would if I could!

Lish called me “old.” Is that good or bad?

• Today’s Real Life just cracked me up for some reason. But I’m weird.

In other news, it looks like those wacky Canadians have released another DVD of a fine film that we won’t see for who knows how long in the USA. This time it’s Nagisa Oshima’s excellent and arty Gohatto (i.e. Taboo), a dreamy and violent exploration of homoerotic love in the ranks of samurai warriors. Highly recommended, especially for those who can get their grubby little hands on the DVD. New Yorker Films has released a VHS in the states, so that might be your best option.

Two good films, just released on DVD by Miramax Home Entertainment: Purple Noon, Rene Clement’s 1960 adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s The Talented Mr. Ripley, and The Young Girls of Rochefort, Jacques Demy’s lighthearted musical followup to The Umbrellas of Cherbourg. Alain Delon and Catherine Deneuve! Yum. Oh, and Belle de Jour, although I never was too big a fan of that one.

It’s good to be out of the house, although being at work past midnight may not be the best thing for me. Time to skedaddle!

Still utterly sick. In addition to the coughing and resultant sore throat I’ve picked up a fever and headache as well. As you can imagine I spent another wonderful day cloistered inside the house. Very, very miserable.

Just surfing around the internet, I ran across an interesting bit of information on the actor Oliver Reed. Now, as I’m sure you all know, Mr. Reed died while filming the movie Gladiator, in which he played the part of Proximo. Well, according to the IMDB, there’s a bit more to that story.

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Also listed are these interesting quotes:

Now there’s a role model.

Back to recuperating!

And then it went “Thud.”

I was supposed to drive down to Portland today to visit some old, dear friends, but a late night combined with an inadequately heated house resulted in a pretty miserable day. Most of it was spent sleeping, cocooned in a bundle of blankets. Once in awhile I’d wake up and turn on the TV, catching bits of Iron Chef or the Kevin Costner film, Wyatt Earp. The latter was an appropriate coincidence, watching a man (Doc Holliday) dying of consumption while on the other side of the screen I was coughing my own lungs out (comforting!).

Day one for the blog is similarly bleak. Once upon a time I would have been all over this action, but it appears that my inspiration has atrophied from years of disuse. While I try to figure out a suitable non-rectangular design I’ve stolen some elements from Miranda’s beautifully-designed site. I’m only borrowing, I promise!

Anyways, back to sleep. Late nights do not a healthy blogger make.

This is a test, this is only a test. Or it could be something completely different, like a sausage doughnut — not something you really want. So stop asking questions!