The Week That Was (Not Quite Over)

Firstly, why didn’t I know about this film? It looks awesome and delightful. (Though, let’s face it, Miss Nightengale can make anything look awesome and delightful on her [coincidentally] awesome and delightful blog.)

Next, Havi is really really really speaking to me lately. Like, every new thing she writes feels custom-made with me in mind. Which is so very much like the wrapping-up-in-a-soft-blanket that my brain and its associated parts needs sometimes. Thank you, sweet and wonderful Havi.

Thirdly, there is this song. I got sort of obsessed with it a couple of years ago, and can’t get enough of it, again, lately. Argentine heartthrob Leonardo Favio performs it live in that clip, adorably, along with the girl who adorably responds to his chatter and queries.  It may just be the sweetest, most adorable song ever recorded, and you’ll have to trust me on that, unless you spreckens die Spanish, because it unfortunately doesn’t translate well to English. Le sigh!

(There’s another song on the same album, in which he sings [where "singing" = "shouting in romantic agony"] about wanting to memorize your body with his mouth. I am so serious. And laments the children you’ll never have together, because you can never be his, and will never be his. If you speak any Spanish at all, may I implore you to go listen to this song? But maybe not if you’re feeling the least bit emotional. Unless you’re looking to open the floodgates, as it were. Cause this song will do the trick.)

Moving on, however reluctantly (CUTE ROMANTIC BOY! MUST TEAR SELF AWAY!): this week I’ve had the pleasure of speaking on the phone to two of my Twitter/internet friends, and am looking forward to another two before the week is up. Listen, @soundhunter, Clementina, Sarah and Randi: you make my world a better place.

As do the rest of you people. You, on my Twitter stream, offering to help me with PDFs. You, chatting to me on Facebook and being so kind and patient with me. You, reading this. You’re good people. Don’t let ‘em tell you otherwise.