"God is great, Sabu; He plays with us." Out of Africa

Chan, Chan, my man, it’s about time you stepped in here. Redford stays for sure; besides I never notice if men are short or tall--is that a guy thing? JP used to measure all our boys with marks on the wall as if it were some obscene contest. I kid you not. He never measured Meg or granddaughter Jordyn. Is tall more . . . what? I don’t get it. It seemed like JP felt whoever was taller had more intelligence, would marry a princess, and die rich. Plus, Redford's politics are very close to mine, and he’s a mountain person who trains his own horses (OK, I lied about the training part, but he does ride well.). Really, what more is there? And skin? Posh and phew. In the resurrection, no such thing matters. But Pacino is playing a close second--very cute in Author, Author. And in Dog Day Afternoon (is that the film I’m thinking of JG, with “Attica. Attica”), he plays a bank robber who is so confused and helpless that I wanted to take him home and feed him chicken soup. But he had to have his day in the sun and then he dies. (I liked him lots in Bobby Deerfield). He's short also, I think. .. .I’m tired of the man game, anyway. I have great male friends (on this blog even) and that’s enough. I’m going to list my favorite women now.
Hey, Warnick brothers, have you seen the HP movie that sent our friend Jen into Ga Ga land? Crush for sure, Charity. She’s probably knitting Potter a pink sweater to keep him warm as we blog. First, Sweet Jen (SJ), I can't sympathize because I can't stand that age group, who spend half their time loud and obnoxious, and the other half as painfully shy, hiding behind each other—shoving and pushing—and in between all that, they have 1000 toilet jokes and sounds . Second, the whole "waving wand" thing was a little much? No. Sorry. Forgive me. (It’s hard being the only member of this blog who was bored into sleep by HP.) Let me repent. In fact, I was inspired by the tiny cute wands--made me want to hack down a willow branch and carve me a little stick to kill people with also. (I can see SJ from here, stamping her foot and shooting off fire sparks of anger that may seriously injure the baby if she doesn't’t calm down. Ha ha,)
And, Charity, I’m horrified that you have not watched Out of Africa—an art film with color, texture, and African scenery that stopped my breathing—based around Isak Dinesin’s life, and directed & produced by Sydney Pollack. Visual treat; picked up every set and cinematography award that year. Redford and Streepe have been on safari, shooting lions and such, and he is washing her hair and quoting Kipling. It’s pure eroticism. Rent it. I think you’ll like it. Em . . . how’s shooting Alligators in Florida going. Joe found us a cheaper place in Paris that’s still close in. . . . Oh crap. The morning birds are singing again. I need an operation to cut this insomnia out of me. CSI style.