the fundamental interconnectedness of all things

[freckles_and_doubt]

We invented a new game on Friday night, possibly because we were delirious on Up, chenin blanc and the Jewel Tavern's crispy duck with pancakes and three-cup pork spare rib. The diversion grew out of our so far extremely successful (on one outing thus far) DVD club, with two movies chosen by theme, for a given value of "theme". Jo's point was that with only two data points, it's actually possible to find a thematic link between any two films. Any at all. Mostly because Hollywood's repertoire tends to the limited and cliché-ridden. This, of course, fired us with insane enthusiasm, resulting in a rapid-fire series of increasingly unlikely pairs, most of which we subsequently reduced to common theme with no trouble at all. ("Untouchables and Incredibles!" "Heroism. Duh." Dirty Dancing and Terminator gave us a bit of trouble, though. Still not happy with any drunkenly mangled thematics we came up with).

Stv is, of course, particularly good at this. Viz:
Jo (drunkenly): ..."OK, Ghost and... Star Wars!"
Stv (immediately): "If you kill me, I shall become stronger than you can possibly imagine!"
Table: *collapses*

I recommend this innocent pastime to you film buffs out there. It's extremely entertaining, even without the alcohol.

In other news, I am very full of food, and have been since Friday night. The week only gets worse. I have taken to adopting Jo's mad regimen of hot water, although my impulse is to put lemon in it. I suspect it's the bit where I don't allow any actual food to pass my lips until the next dinner party that will actually make a difference. Since I'm committed for Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday I doubt I'll starve. However, I have also been unable to continue with the Middlemania on the grounds of my pressing social obligations. Pshaw.

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[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

Yeah. We've had a bunch of disturbed nights because A has been having unexplained fevers and wakes up crying. However the fevers appear to have gone, only to be replaced by annoying sisters with bumped heads. You can't win. Oh, and then K came through twice to our room to demand something to drink. I'd have thrown her in the drink had any been handy.