Oh, Kevin Spacey. Be mine.

I haven't decided yet whether Kevin Spacey is brilliantly, incandescently talented, or absolutely frightening.

His Christopher Walken is pretty fucking good. You both amaze and terrify me, Kevin Spacey. Speaking of Spacey, he has a grew new film coming out based on an incredible and also insane true story, called The Men Who Stare At Goats. It also stars Ewan McGregor and George Clooney and it looks insanely good.

Yeah, that was my weak tie-in. Really I'm trying to pretend that this post isn't all about Kevin Spacey doing celebrity impersonations, but that's just the truth of the matter, honestly.

Two beautiful things

This may be one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen: the mating dance of the weedy sea dragon. Incredible, and also really fucking weird. I mean, I'm all for the unending variety of the various wildlife kingdoms and whatnot, but some things you see and you're all, "Wow, you're so amazing planet earth!" and some things you see and you're all, "WTF, what glorious and bizarre alien planet did you come from?!"

I mean that in the most complimentary way possible. It's like an episode of Farscape but with a better FX budget.

In other news, Coldplay has a remarkable new video for their song "Strawberry Swing". Just gorgeous artistry and imagination from the folks who created this. The song is sort of meh, but the video's fantastic.

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Sooooo...

Unless something goes very wrong with the meeting-the-dog part of the day today....

Very soon this sweet face will live at my house. And be mine to snuggle and spoil and go jogging with and kiss on the nose.



LOOK AT THAT FACE. LOOK AT IT. Hold me, somebody, I just can't handle those big golden eyes.

Also, she will be needing a new name, stat. Any suggestions? I'm thinking I'd love to name her after a Canadian historical figure. (Diefenbaker need not apply. I was thinking more early explorers. I'd rather not give her a gender-specific girly name, so I'm thinking a surname would be perfect. I DUNNO. Am trying not to count eggs before they are in my proverbial basket.)

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You know that thing you do where you try not to get your hopes up and instead assume disappointment, so that if whatever good thing is supposed to happen doesn't actually happen, you won't be sad?

I'm not very good at that.

In case you hadn't guessed, I'm not getting that dog from my last post. The owner thinks she's found a way to keep her. Which is, you know... good.

You fucking suck, universe.