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*headdesk*

I returned my copy of Disc 1 of "Firefly" in the sleeve to Blockbuster Online instead of their copy of The Woodsman (which I definitely recommend).

As soon as I realized it, I got on and let them know, so hopefully I'll be able to get it back.

*headdesk*

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The L.A. trip report is forthcoming, I just wanted to share these two things first.

1. When my dad and I were discussing what was going on this week, I reminded him that the dogs have a vet appointment on Thursday. And he responded with, "Okay. And when you go, tell them that Patch has a soft lump on her belly just to the right of center and that it moves around a bit and it seems to be getting bigger." Obviously, this worries me since even though Patch is technically a family dog, she's really my dog. The upside is that it doesn't seem to hurt her when either my dad or I touch her there.

2. This afternoon I was watching Straight-Jacket, which is a take on the 1950s Rock Hudon/Doris Day movies, but it's about a gay actor in the 50s who's found out, so he has to get married (his wife doesn't know that he's gay), and then he falls in love, and it's set against a McCarthy-esque witchhunt. And while it's quite over the top, as only 50s movies can be, it was a lot of fun if you enjoy those types of movies. And there was this quote at the end that I really liked:

After being asked if he was a homosexual communist and answering in the affirmative (even though I doubt he's really a communist), Guy replies,

This is the only was I can help you, Ray. Because movies, for all their cornball, reactionary idiocy, show us life as it might be, if only we could live up to our ideals. Movie characters are honest, and loyal, and brave. They sacrifice themselves for those they love. They are proud of the qualities that make them individuals. They stand up for what's right, no matter the odds or consequences. Movie characters, in short, would not care who plays them. But I guess there's a reason we pay money to see people like that. In a way I wish I could give you 10 million names today, because then 10 million people could stop hiding and living in fear. And the rest of you would discover wonderful, new sides to people you thought you knew. But I can't do that, Mr. Verrine. Becuase the main trait that separates my kind from yours is that we mean you no harm. When you can say the same about yourself you will have earned the privilege of knowing our names.