On Beethoven and stuff.

Remy found a lovely music program that's all image based, and someone, some insane someone, put tegether a version of Beethoven's 7th, Allegretto. And it had all the parts. It did't have the same emotional impact though for some reason. I don't know, I guess computerized blips and beeps don't sound quite the same as violins and bass. So I'm listenign to the real version now. It pleases me in ways that only dead deaf musicians who dressed like byronic heroes can please me. God I love that man. And I was looking through my MP3s, and apparently I have my favorite of the violin romances, #2 in F major. My mother used to play it all the time, it was my reason for wanting to learn to play the violin myself, and it's quite possibly one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard, and it reminds me of good nights listenign to my mother practice when she thought we were asleep. Insomnia can be good sometimes. And about three quarters of the way through the 7th, it feels like getting punched. It gives me chills.

We saw Equilibrium tonight, finally. See it. If you've already seen it, see it again. :) It's very creepy, in that totally unsubtle paralells to Nazis, and Farenheit 451, and 1984, and all manner of evil badness. And the fight scenes are gorgeous, if totally impossible and rather ... umm ... visual. But the fine red mist was neat. I simply object to breaking elbows, it's unpleasant. (And being turned into a fine red mist is not?) The philosophy is disturbing. As an art history and literature geek, I was highly upset by the opening. And then it starts to get weirder. And creepier. And you know, there's really nothing I can say about it, it's wonderful.

Accumulations

Happy Halloween! And Samhain, and New Years, and Happy Birthday Kat!

So one of the Stray Rescue places sent people over today, and they left out a huge bag of catfood and water for the feral kitties, and eventually are goign to try to trap them. They relocate them, after taking them to a vet for spaying/neutering, adn get them shots and all that. And some fo them get taken in by people and re-adjusted to people places. And they were very nice, very helpful, and they seemed to really care about the kitties. We watched Istanbul chase a rabbit (I think) that was bigger than him. Such a pretty cat, I want to take him in. I dreamed about him recently, that he was being all sweet and cuddly. But they told us a rather disturbing story, that the owner of the house next door was trying to cover up his own abuse of the cats be passing the blame onto some previous tenant, and that he himself had been poisoning them and doing god only knows what with them. A woman up the hill who used to work for Animal Control reported him and he said something about having sold the place, which seems unlikely as he's still there. Two women from the organisation had been coming around before, leaving out food and traps for them, and he would take the traps over and over, and they've been able to retrieve three from him. And those times that he was saying that the old tenant had been returning with large quantities of food and leaving it about for them was probably the women from the Rescue place. And he disposed of the food every time. It pisses me off. Someone is not telling the truth, and somehow I doubt that it would be intentionally the Rescue people. I don't know, it's all very twisted and creepy, and it makes this end of the hill that much more unappealing. But they are coming to save them and the ktties will be able to eat tonight, which makes me very happy, especailly now that their wild has been taken away, and with it all the food that had ben living in it.

Underworld was amusing, and I liked it. Not as uch as Equilibrium, but I liked it.

I don't think we'll be going to the party tomorrow night, I feel so much farther from that group of friends than I'd like to, but I'm not sure how to get back to them. Don't even know if they want me around. Things always seem so very awkward and strained when we're around, or maybe it's just me. That, and we don't have a way home.

And I think this was the first Halloween where we did *nothing*. No children came around, and it's been only us in the house all day. I din't finish my costume, and so I have nothign to wear. And I couldnt' get to the fabric store for the last htings I needed for it. *sigh* Well, it'll be done for next year, I guess.