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Friday, September 01, 2006
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Via Bruce Schneier's Friday Squid Blogging. (I certainly seem to be in the midst of a bout of punchiness).
2:39:06 PM 
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My rant continues:
I love this post from Phil Windley:
Yesterday Delta notified me that I'm Silver Medallion status now. I used to be Gold every year, but since 2001 or so, I haven't flown as often as I once did. Now that you have to check a bag just to get your toiletries to the same place you're going, there's not as much advantage to boarding first and securing a good overheard bin. I'd be really excited about being Silver if it meant I could bring deodorant on board in my carry on luggage.
How true!
1:55:24 PM
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Today's New York Times review of Lassie is a gem of a review. And amazingly, the movie appears to be good.
But the review, by Jeanette Catsoulis, is just a very sweet, good natured hoot!
Here are a few excerpts:
Everything old is new again in "Lassie," the latest film about the beloved pooch with the I.Q. of a grad student and the instincts of a boomerang. Blissfully restored to the time period and location of Eric Knight's 1940 novel, "Lassie Come-Home" - originally filmed by MGM in 1943 - the movie sets us down in a Yorkshire mining village with World War II on the horizon and social inequality front and center.
Opening with a beautifully orchestrated sequence involving Lassie, a terrified fox and a mass of flapping laundry, the movie - the 11th Lassie film, by the producers' count - establishes its working-class turf immediately as miners and their wives confront a pack of blue-blooded hunters. The class conflict continues when the Duke of Rudling (a twinkling Peter O'Toole) buys Lassie from Sam Carraclough (John Lynch), an impoverished miner struggling to feed his stoic wife, Sarah (Samantha Morton), and 9-year-old son, Joe (the adorable Jonathan Mason). For the remainder of the movie, Lassie will run, limp and crawl her way back to the family she loves, a journey that will require her to brave more than 500 miles of countryside and innumerable cameos by well-known British actors. You'll be pleased to know there are no wells.
...Moving easily from the breathtaking shores of Loch Ness to the busy streets of Glasgow and the hills of Northumberland (the movie was filmed in Scotland, Ireland and the Isle of Man), "Lassie" balances cruelty and tenderness, pathos and humor without ever losing sight of its youngest audience member. And whether cringing before the Duke's vicious kennel man (Steve Pemberton) or performing alongside a traveling puppeteer (Peter Dinklage), this Lassie exhibits a repertory of facial expressions that would put Jim Carrey to shame. When little Joe - in a scene that perfectly evokes the British school system's once-joyful embrace of corporal punishment - gets whacked on the wrist by a ruler-happy teacher, the sight of a sorrowful Lassie licking the welts is enough to bring even the most flint-hearted viewers to their knees.
And speaking as someone who owns a dog that requires quite of bit of grooming, Lassie (below, with a friend) has been blown dry and brushed up to whazoo. I'll bet her makeup and hair calls were very very early in the morning.
10:30:55 AM
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Continuing with my rant regarding liquids and commercial air travel, this great cartoon from last week's Time Magazine:
10:01:47 AM
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