King Kong is King! (beat my chest and roar)

On Saturday night, I got off work hours earlier than anticipated and went to see King Kong with my sisters. It was my youngest sister's first legal PG-13 movie in a movie theater. We were all so proud.

I later told my roommate that "King Kong is the best movie I have seen all year."
He said, "Did you see Crash?"
"No." And I won't, for painful and personal reasons. Maybe next year.
"See that. Then talk to me."

I understand his point. Crash is (supposedly) a movie about race and deep societal issues. King Kong is an adventure (but it's more than that, I swear). How can they compare?

I like movies that make me think. I like movies that make me laugh. I like movies where people fall in love. Sometimes, I like movies that scare me.

What is best- and what is oh so rare- is a movie that fills me with a sense of wonder. A movie that keeps me hooked for the entire span (and Kong is over three hours long) and involved, wanting more. This hardly ever happens. This was King Kong. It was an enthralling and absorbing film. It made me fall in love. It made me cry. It made me feel.

And it had a lot about the relationship between art and real life which, as an artist, I could not resist.

Anyway, it's my number one movie recommendation of the year.

In other news...

I have most of my Christmas presents wrapped and under the tree at my parents' house. I can't put presents under the tree at my house or my roommates' dog, Carson, will eat them. Mmmm. Paper and bows.

Yesterday, I experienced one of the joys of living with boys: I shaved the back of my roommate's head with a disposable razor. Just where little hairs had grown to the side and under the hair line, since his last haircut. That was special, I'll tell you.

My kitten, Darcy, has gotten fat. I call her 'fatty' all the time, in the hopes that she will develop an eating disorder and lighten up a bit. So far, no such luck. No wonder she's fat. All she does is eat and lie on my bed all day. She kind of has my dream life.

Anyway, I got Darcy some new cat litter, which is all natural and comes in nuggets that dissolve into sawdust when you add cat pee. Real high tech. Darcy hates it. She has been showing her displeasure by peeing in the box (thank god, now we can have sawdust) and pooping on the rug in front of her litterbox. But Darcy is smart. So whenever she poops, she folds up the rug over the poop. Like she's burying it in her box.

But yesterday, oh glorious day of days, she started to poop in the box again. Woohoo!

In less poopy news, today is cookie day at the office. One of our quieter employees bring in a dazzling array of black bottoms and chocolate chip and gingerbread and any Christmas cookie you could ever imagine wanting, and we all eat them and get fat.

I love the holidays!