Looks like my mom’s not the only one who loves Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas.

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We finally got around to watch Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf? (imdb | rotten tomatoes) the other night. It’s hard to attach the same kind of significance to movies that were groundbreaking forty years ago but seem mild now. Still, despite a few minutes of wondering “Can we sit through two hours of this?” we stuck it out and I’m glad I did. I loved the dialogue (especially George’s) and Elizabeth Taylor just chewed so much scenery that I practically forgot it was her. It’s certainly stuck in my head since we watched it; the temptation to call every woman I see “monkey nipples” is nearly overwhelming.

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As I’m off to Nova Scotia tomorrow I probably won’t be posting much, unless I score loads of sweet gear on xmas morning and feel the need to brag about it.

Happy holidays, kids!