Once is (not) enough

You guys! You guys! I just saw the most transporting movie in the universal world. Have you seen it? HAVE you? Have you cast your peepers on Once? Oh my children, listen to me, and listen to me good while I grab onto your lapels and shake you briskly and kick you repeatedly in the hindquarters: RUN OUT AND BUY THIS MOVIE THIS SECOND. PLEASE. WITH SUGAR ON TOP. And if you can’t afford to buy it, RENT IT. And then burn it illegally on your computer. But you MUST HAVE IT.

[Note from the Wordpress editors: We in no way support this blogger’s suggestion that you illegally burn a movie, no matter how transporting it is, or how hard she kicks your quarters, on your computer. In fact, we suggest that if you are going to run out and do anything, it will be to call the FBI, thus saving us the trouble. Thank you.]

I just had a little rum and Coke, so I’m feeling loosey-goosey. I know, I know; not even two months ago I told you I was allergic to alcohol, and I believe I still may be, as my throat is closing and my toes are curling and my armpits are tingling and there’s a little guy named Harold whispering limericks in pig latin in my right ear, but that could be due to the drugs. I think I also have the flu. I can never decide if it’s better to be sick while you’re on vacation and can stay in bed without feeling the least bit guilty, or if it’s better to be sick when school is in session and you’re forced to stay home when you’d normally be going out, say, on a really freezing rainy day. Hmm. Hmm. I pick vacation, no guilt. What do YOU say?

Having a good book to read while you’re sick helps. I found one that is totally absorbing, one I actually think about when I’m not reading it and long to get back to, and it’s been ages since I’d read a book like that. It’s called The Quincunx, by Charles Palliser. I still don’t know what the title refers to, but the book is really good. I would write you a review, but I don’t know how to condense it to a few lines. It’s a long story, set in the Victorian era, featuring a little boy named Johnnie who lives with his mother and who is probably the heir to a great fortune, but of course - this being a gothic novel - must go through Dickensian-proportion troubles to get there. If he ever does: I haven’t gotten that far yet. I’ll let you know if it was worth it, when I get to the end.

Our own Maolsheachlann O Ceallaigh has a new blog, so be sure to take a look! And speaking of irresistable Irish people, here’s something for you to feast your ears on. ONCE. But watch it lots of times, okay? kiss!