April 15, 2004

not that, please

I have a longer entry half written but instead of finishing it, I spent the last hour watching the first half of Seabiscuit with Dan. So far pretty good if a bit studied. I can no longer watch or read anything where a child dies or is in danger of dying, though. Fortunately, that was a blip on the screen this time. But boy do I hate that. I never quite understood when parents said that. Now I do. Man. I can't help it. I imagine it for myself and there's literally nothing worse. Nothing.

Anyway. Like I said. Tiny part of the movie. Thankfully. I remember watching the opening of Terms of Endearment years ago, snickering as Shirley MacLaine's character checked on her baby several million times. Not so much with the laughter now. In fact, I'm going to go watch Damian sleep for a few minutes. Just, you know, breathe in and out, hugging Agent X, his stuffed tree frog. Just sleeping. Peacefully. That's all.

Posted by Tamar at April 15, 2004 11:12 PM

At times, I have heard people say losing a pet is just like losing a child. It always infuriates me. As much as I love my pets, nothing can compare to the angony I watched my brother go through when he lost his 14 year old son!! Nothing!!!!! He took ill in February 1994 and four short (long) months later he was gone. The suffering that child went through was horrible, the treatments given to him horrendous and it was all for nothing.

Posted by: Renate at April 16, 2004 01:59 PM

I heard there's a scene in "Kill Bill" where a child sees her mother die. So despite the fact that I kind of like Tarantino's stuff...nope, nope, nope, not gonna watch it. Darin watched the movie, said the scene is not that terrible and it's the best kung-fu movie he's ever seen...but you know, I just don't need to take that chance.

Posted by: Diane at April 16, 2004 02:43 PM