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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Hey, Arkansas--Long Time, No See!

Posted By on Wed, Feb 11, 2009 at 2:15 AM

And I'm taking the fact that this blog still exists as an indication that I'm still allowed to post here.  Is that presumptuous?

I'm sorry for the long, long absence, and I will try to make up for it in the months to come.  Things have been...well, harsh.  Difficult.  But that's neither here nor there, in the here and now.  I'm back, and I'll try to stay.



And can I start off by just begging you to get to one of the theaters with 3D screens, and seeing "Coraline" in all its glorious RealD splendor?  PLEASE.  This is NOT your parents' 3-D.  This is 3D in digital high-definition, shot so artfully that you'll swear you could step right into each frame.  Seriously--even the glasses are better!



You're welcome to read the review I wrote of the film for BlogHer, but suffice it to say that "Coraline" in 3D earned an upping of every thumb in our entire party.  It's got about another week and a half to play on the 3D screens before it gets bumped off by the Jonas Brothers movie.  You heard me.  So please, support this amazing artwork--go now!

In the meantime, the unseasonably warm weather has my hens kicked into overdrive.  Won't you all please come over for omelets?  Or at least give me some good egg recipes?

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