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parading as agents of progress

Fred Astaire from Easter Parade. Sorry, I didn't have time for Judy Garland.

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*Gifted* to a little girl named Winnifred, who lives just up the street.

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Just watched The Reader. If you're looking for a narrative on the personal level, a story about secrets and shame and the way the past just hangs around, then you'll probably like this. C did. But if you're expecting something cathartic on the problem of evil (read: Nazis), then it just might make you mad. Ray Fiennes is tortured and Kate Winslet is naked, as always.

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Fern's sister. Seriously.

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C is very excited about the new Star Trek movie. Apparently, it's just two hours of Kirk and Spock eating cake!

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  1. ooh, this all looks very good! love the easter parade, love the bunny(yay winnifred), i love mysteries and just figure at this point there is no justice for anything so would probably like "the reader", plus i do love kate winslet. and YES! to star trek. i always thought my dad was the original capt. kirk. we don't communicate very well, but we do "speak" star trek well to each other. so, yes, yes, and yes!

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  2. In fact, I am only vaguely aware of an upcoming Star Trek movie. *sigh*

    -C

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  3. You a hilarious, witty, creative soul! Love the post about The Reader (that Kate Winslet IS always naked -- lucky her) and your work, as always.

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  4. I wish I could eat cake for 2 hours... and get paid for it.

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