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[raincitygirl]

Young Miss Weaver is still on her enforced diet of special (read: expensive) food that you can only buy at the vet. It must be really bland because she's only eating 2 of the itty-bitty cans a day, when the vet said she was supposed to be eating 4. But I got tired of putting the food out and watching it spoil, especially when it costs so much. On the bright side, she's stopped throwing up, and she's getting her energy back. She went racing madly around the apartment yesterday night, in a way she hasn't done since she got sick. Only a week and a half more until I can start reintroducing her regular food, and see if she's better.

Have The New Yorker's hilarious review of Fifty Shades of Grey. I haven't read the book nor seen the movie (not trying to be a snob, they just don't especially seem like my kind of thing), but damn, the review is so funny. Movie reviews are always better when the reviewer didn't like the movie.

And commodorified riffs hilariously on names right here.

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[sanguinity]

I enjoyed it immensely; it slotted into my brain in ways that a movie hasn't really done since... forever, maybe? The "this is for the 12yo girl in you" scuttlebutt going around beforehand had made me a bit wary -- a lot of prototypical "stuff for girls" doesn't work that well for me -- but as it turns out, it spoke to my grade-school self who had indeed plastered her room in unicorn dreamcatchers and written a fantasy novel with a boss learning-to-waltz-at-the-elf-ball scene. It spoke very loudly and clearly.

But I think you're making an excellent choice to see it in a way that you are sure that you won't regret. Going to see a movie should be a treat, and it'd be a shame to spend the money and time and come out wishing that you hadn't.