Don Juan DeMarco....

Watched this Johnny Depp movie with lmondegreen, after a lovely dinner at the Cheshire Cat. We also watched deleted scenes from Firefly - I hadn't seen the one where River is talking about marrying Simon - what an odd scene! (This is just in case we thought the incestuous vibes were just in our imagination?) And the interview with Keith Richards on the Pirates of the Caribbean tape - hilarious. Loved the artfully draped skull scarf. Keith Richards doing Johnny Depp doing him.

Don Juan DeMarco was one of Johnny Depp's charming movies - and it seems to me that, with a few exceptions, Johnny Depp's movies can be divided into the categories of "charming" and "strange". It's the kind of movie that's hard not to like, at least, if you're a romantic like me. I"m almost as bad as he isn't, but my mask is invisible.

maboroshimaki came back from Montreal today so I am now only surrounded by four budgies, not seven - she took hers home. I miss the added racket. We had breakfast at the Mayflower and talked about what we've done all week, comics, and the coming elections.

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It was a restful day, and a delightfully fannish one, even though I didn't go out.

I worked on my scrapbook - why do I find that such a satisfying thing to do? Seems to me I shouldn't, but I do. I made a page for Aragorn, two Troy, two for Cable and Shatterstar of X-Force, one for Gambit of X-Men, and some for a few other Marvel heroes - Daredevil, Black Widow, Elektra. One for the production of Don Giovanni I saw a few weeks ago.

And I worked on my story in progress. A Sparrington story with the working title Risk. It's going fine, but I am disturbed at how slowly I am writing it. It's in my head, it's not difficult to find the words, but I am so slow, as if each sentence is coming in slow motion. Makes me fear the words will dry up entirely, or the ideas - but they haven't, and I can think of no reason to fear they will.

Elections tomorrow. It's easy to know who to vote for - Ed Broadbent is the NDP candidate in my riding. I even have some hope he may get in: there are Ed Broadbent signs on just about every lawn in the neighbourhood. It gives a person heart, or at least makes her proud of her street.