All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all.
This was me, back in March, the night before I went to get my locks lopped off to donate to Locks of Love. I was trying out different hair styles with my hair like the braided pigtails and square braids and buns a la Princess Leia, but came to love doing the pigtails in the last days of my hair.
I never liked cats growing up. I'm still a devout "dog" person, but when loneliness sets in living solo in NYC, I felt a pet would make a great roommate. Granted, a pet cannot contribute to rent or phone bills, but they relieve stress and won't bring home some floozie at 2am to knock boots. Since I wanted a big dog, but I couldn't bring myself to torture a poor dog in my hovel, I decided to get little Aurora Borealis--a wily street kitten. I have since dealt with being called "Cat Lady" and suffering those compelled to tell me why cats suck and dogs are better--heck, I used to do that! Well, I've been vindicated in my belief that cats, or at least my cat, is the bomb. Sure they are finicky and very "feminine" in nature, but when my little Aurora saw a mouse scurry in from under my front door (a gift from my neighbor--thanks!), she took to pouncing and giving it a heart attack. I thought she just lost a ball behind her litter box which is why she leapt up on it and was trying to finagle her large body into the corner space. When I lifted her up, verbally reprimanded her and pushed the box into the corner, I saw what I thought was a large roach from the neighbor's (thanks for those too!) but turned out to be a black mouse. I was standing on the toilet in the bathroom with my Stanford Magazine ready to smush the hiding "roach" when it moved under a bag and I took notice of a tail. I never had a mouse in my apartment before so I decided to leave Aurora in the bathroom with it while I went to find my super. We had to coax her out because he wanted to catch it without her pouncing and scaring it. He successfully got it, but Aurora spent the next two hours looking around the house for it, meowing like I stole her toy. I tried congratulating her with verbal reinforcement, but she wouldn't be satisfied until she found it. I would've gladly let her kill it on her own time, but I didn't want to roll over in the morning onto a bloody vermin with Aurora looking on like she's the grand-mouser. Amen, kitty, amen!
Take a deep breath... no, a Darth Vader sized deep breath! Episode III, the final installment in the prequel trilogy is out at midnight. Since 2002, I've been waiting for closure to what turned out to be a disappointing pair of flicks with cardboard acting--even with talented actors like Natalie Portman and Hayden Christensen. The reviewers and doubters have come out, mostly in praise of this last film which garnered a PG-13 rating for the level of violence and what I assume will be a pretty bad-ass end to Anakin the Jedi when he meets lava. There are surely some 4am showings still open, so buy your tickets at Fandango.com. If you're in New York, check out the nerds at the Ziegfeld Theatre in costume; they're actually raising money for a good cause.
