some notes
1) Leaving Las Vegas is a piss-poor movie to watch when you're hungover. I guess that'd be obvious. You would think so with a film that's known for being basically the most desultory, depressing thing EVER. I also though it was quite beautiful...Mike Figgis is pretty good at avoiding the sentimental pitfalls of places that are inherently, terrifically sentimental. But yes. Overall, I'm hurting.

There was one part that killed me though....the scene whereNicholas Cage is waiting in line at the bank and rambling into his tape recorder about how he'd find the bank teller more attractive if she had bourbon running between her breasts. It cracked me right up.

2) In a similar/dissimilar vein, I'm improving at poker. Watch out JAMES WOODS...you and your doppelgangers!



3) I don't have much to say on Livejournal these days, but I'd point you to my cheesy-as-hell family newspaper blog here and read my pontifications about bullshit.

I think, reallyactually, the whole point of this entry was to post that portrait. James, James, JamesWoods, my lover, my killer. (I can't post things like that in the family blog.)