Month: August 2009

Wasn’t I just posting about the book Mildred Pierce? I just read this on TV Tattle:

Kate Winslet is TV bound
The Oscar winner is set to join the miniseries “Mildred Pierce,” which is likely to air on HBO. The original 1945 film version of “Pierce” won Joan Crawford an Oscar in the role of a bored housewives who gets involved in bad behavior.

The movie was not at all true to the book. They tried to make it this noir thing, like his other books which had been made into successful noir movies, like The Postman Always Rings Twice. In the book Mildred Pierce is not a bored housewife who gets involved in bad behavior. It’s a thousand times more interesting and subtle and complex than that.

But I’m hopeful that whoever wrote that is simply describing the previous film, and this does not at all reflect what the new production team will do with this new miniseries.

They have completely lost their fear of me. Now, like the cats, they make noise to wake me up every morning to feed them. I feel bad for the finches so I’m buying a feeder and seed for them.

Part of me is a little annoyed that all the various things I’ve done to save money this year are now going to feeding birds, but what the hell. Somebody please pay me to write something soon!

My friend Dimitra took this picture of the people who went on the stage at the end of Hair. I’m in there somewhere. I know I’m in the back right. I was sitting in the mezzanine, so I had to come down stairs and enter the stage from the back. I had no interest in pushing my way up front, so I stayed back there, happily singing and dancing with all the other people.

Today I sign the contracts for something I think I’ll be able to talk about shortly. It’s exciting news for me. Nothing may come of it, but potentially something might!

The feeder has been empty for two hours, but as I type the doves are still going at it. No one is spreading the word, apparently.

I took this picture this morning, when there was still plenty of food.

Oh. Rain. Birds gone.

I just realized, So You Think You Can Dance won’t be tonight. What is the point of Wednesdays without it? NONE. Whatever shall I do tonight? READ?? Just kidding, I love to read. But I’m very slow these days. I am turning back to Musicophilia. I just finished re-reading Mildred Pierce for the billionth time. Mildred Pierce is in my top ten favorite books of all time.

If you’ve never read it you MUST give it a try. It’s not what you think. It’s not noir or anything like his other books.

I don’t think this picture really captures the chaos outside my window every morning. It calms down after an hour, thankfully. But there were many more birds around off to all the sides when I took this shot, all dive bombing the feeder. Oh dear, they’re back. Honestly, I have very mixed feelings about having this feeder. I would feel differently if I felt rich!