Die Hard in 30 seconds as interpreted by potty-mouthed bunnies:
I have been showing the apartment of someone who is moving to another city, and his cat-- a plump orange tabby-- has either fallen deeply in love with me, or it thinks I may let it escape. I'll flatter myself and choose to think it's the former, rather than the latter. Yeah, I'm a dog person, but this cat certainly turns my head.
Am watching the miniseries of Comanche Moon-- the prequel to Lonesome Dove. I think the actors all are doing a fantastic job-- particularly Val Kilmer as Inish Scull. It is a bit disappointing what needs must be left out of the tv production for the sake of brevity, but I thought Inish having his eyelids removed by a butcher was a kind of important element. Perhaps that was asking too much of the actor and of special effects. At least he got the flea-hopping thing down pat. I'm hoping the final episode opens with that buggy-whipping he promised Mrs. Scull. But I expect to be disappointed, on that score, even though she's a very bad girl.
Ah, well. Can't have everything.