Ain’t it grand that we can all sit around in our PJs and mull over this rich history of art? I can not answer to myself from one week to the next on my favorites. My snotty friends insist that I am weak minded, but I only giggle back at them in response.

I find that John Ford’s myths will attract me more than Tolkien’s on any given Monday, but I fall in love, once again, with Coppola’s myth and the GODFATHER on the following Tuesday. What a wonderful perplexity.

Any who, thanks for keeping the conversation alive. I am growing weary of the latest on Paris Hilton.