Finally available: Episode 4 of Nina Paley’s animated feature-in-progress, Sita Sings the Blues.
Rama, Hanuman and the Monkey army have crossed the sea to Lanka to rescue the captive Sita from the demon king Ravana and his Rakshasas.
Neglected, rejected, thrown away, attacked by dogs, then poisoned. My week is starting to look a lot like last year. Waking up with Cyndi Lauper hair, hysterical strands in every direction, in the middle of a messy room I can’t care enough about to clean, I throw myself like a puppet at various brushes and paint normalcy on my skin from the inside out with strokes of a pen in morning crossword boxes. Mindless filling in, mindless fitting in, making my name a six letter word that means superficially charming. I feel flimsy, as if my voice has been stretched thin for the radio. The other people on the bus don’t look at me, I’m doing my job so well. Black ink, tiny lines. I don’t cry. Colouring in my eyes with an acronym, Best Linear Unbiased Estimator. Science and engineering, the last chromosome in human genome sequenced, that’s where I’ll do my best to find a smile.
To be fair, I don’t.
Finally available: A truly definitive moment of Fry & Laurie.
A patriotic piano player sings about America and the States in possibly one of the most satisfying moments of television.
A group of us are going to the 9:50 showing of HARD CANDY at Empire Granville 7, (855 Granville St.) You are invited. Yes, you, who are reading this. Meet up out front fifteen minutes prior to show.