August 28, 2009

I have in my pilfered image collection a growing number of photos of celebrities with animals. Things I love: animals and photography. People I love: Sigourney Weaver, Marg Helgenberger, Anjelica Huston, and Gina Gershon. So this post really sort of writes itself.

The expression on her face makes me giggle. It's such an 'oh god the dog is licking me and it's adorable but also quite gross' spontaneous moment. I love it.

Usually pets are hands-down the cutest part of any photo but in this case I'm torn on who looks more adorable posing. She looks about five years old here, bending down to pat her dog and grinning up at the camera.

This is my second all-time favorite 'actress with animal' photo. It's part of a series taken by a professional photographer, naturally, and I'm as big a sucker for black and white as I am for both subjects of the photo.

This is my favorite. She's so young and gorgeous and carefree and horses are always beautiful and, you know, it's black and white... it's one of those images that sears itself into your brain and remains there, lovely and idealistic, forever.

Hooray for cat lovers! I have nothing at all against dogs but cats are a special kind of awesome. And this is the cat who, while lost for a span of time, inspired an entire album to be written about her owner's search for her. I would totally do the same thing if Poe got lost (and I wrote music). Right, Homie?

August 26, 2009

In the spirit of blogging daily (or so) even when I have nothing profound to say...

"Did you see the sky today? Talk about blue!"

... which inevitably always brings me to...

"Pull the lever! Wrong lever! Why do we even HAVE that lever?"

August 24, 2009

The Crypt is staying open. And it is in honor of Homie and Michelle who have inspired me with their devotion. And I'm taking practical advice from La Phoenicienne to practice blogging daily (or so) even if I have nothing profound to say.

By way of thanks, each of you gets an Anjelica photo dedicated to you. This is, of course, the highest honor I can bestow upon you.

For Homie of the Beareth Clan:
Anjelica as The Grand High Witch. Because you appreciate the twisted glory of a good Roald Dahl story as much as I do. And Anjelica made the best Grand High Witch, let's be honest.

For Lovely Michelle (also of the Beareth Clan):
Anjelica as a little girl with her father, John Huston. Because honestly, how beautiful is she in this photo? It makes my cold undead heart go gooey.

For La Phoenicienne (who I still affectionately call by another name):
Anjelica as Carrie Chapman Catt in Iron Jawed Angels. Bravo to you for watching Iron Jawed Angels which is brilliant and riveting, as is Anjelica even in her brief screen time.

So, come hell or high water (do you ever wonder where these sayings come from? I mean hell or high water, those are the only two things that could possibly happen?) I will continue blogging. Mostly about film. And sometimes about me, your resident vampire goddess with a taste for all things dark and saucy.

August 23, 2009

I'm back. But I'm not having any brilliant insights on what to talk about here.

I don't know what to do about The Crypt. Keep it? Close it? I'm at a loss. Does anybody even visit anymore? I wish, most days, that I could be more like Homie Bear whose Woods are always entertaining, always updated, and never lack his best attentions. I feel like my Crypt is now just dead (as opposed to undead) and I just might not be much of a blogger as it turns out.

Listen, raving masses of one (thank you Homie, loyal bear friend) and any passersby who stop in, weigh in here. What suggestions do you have? Close up shop? Keep on trucking? Gimme a clue here. I started out being an actual writer. Somewhere along the line I lost my focus and ability to share entertaining anecdotes without slicing open my torso and literally letting you peek inside me. I want anonymity to a degree but I want to write. O GREAT INTERNET MASSES, OFFER ME YOUR INSIGHT! (I'm asking for trouble here. For every thoughtful bite by Homie I could potentially get nineteen spammers or trolls just spewing crap. I'll take the risk. I do still have fangs, after all.)

Bite me. Please.