I just read through my last entry, and realized that the Tylenol PM hangover I've been struggling with all morning has rendered my writing skills nil.

Anyway, back to the movie. Mind you, I knew who Bruce Campbell was. I'd seen him in other things. I liked him in Brisco County, Jr. I even considered myself a fan of his; but I never really understood the fanatical outpourings of adoration on the AICN forums proclaiming him to be King of All Things and insisting that he's perfect for Batman, the Tick, just about every male member of the X-Men or their enemies, etc. etc. etc. ... but now I get it. Bruce Campbell is the King of All Things. Hail to the King, baby.

So Sunday I really wanted to stay home and sleep, but since I'd already had the tickets for a year, instead I went to see Titanic: The Musical. It was pretty good. The first act was slow and a bit boring, but once the ship started to sink and people started to die it picked right up. Seriously, the big opening number was gorgeous, and the second act was really very good. I wasn't enthralled enough by it to run out and by the cast recording CD, but I'm glad I went to see it. And no, it is not a musical version of the movie. And yes, the movie (plot-, excitement- and romance-wise) was better.

I hurried to get home Sunday night to see the Tony Awards. They were much better than last year, I thought, though I was disappointed that Aida didn't get nominated for best new musical. I really wanted to see scenes from that one.

Best moment from the awards: When the girl from Aida won for best actress and thanked her mommy.

Biggest disappointment: Not actually getting to see Christopher Walken perform any scenes from James Joyce's The Dead.

New musicals I most want to see: Aida (even though they didn't perform any of it last night), and Contact.

New musical I least want to see: The Wild Party. Sure, I'd like to see it now because it has such a great cast, but the current cast (including Toni Collett, Mandy Patinkin and Eartha Kitt) was the only thing about it that interested me. Still, I wouldn't skip it if it ever came here.

What am I forgetting ..... oh yes! I got a new dog.

Tess went with me to see Titanic, and when I got to her house she pointed out a little dog cowering under her truck. She said it had just showed up there that morning, and they suspected someone had dumped it. I said "Aww, poor thing," and we left. On the way to town, she said that her mother, who was fed up with people constantly dumping their unwanted animals in front of their house, was threatening to take it in and have it put to sleep if it was still there the next day, to which I replied "No, if it's still there when we get back I'll take it home with me."

Naturally, when we got back to her house after the show it was still there. When it saw us coming it took off running down the road, so I got out of the car and started walking that direction. He got off of the road and cowered in the grass, and when I called to him he just sat down. I went over to him and he flipped over on his back and held still while I inspected him. He was a tiny little thing, and he looked like he was covered in mange, and he had worms. His fur was all matted and nasty, and he smelled like dead animal flesh, and I didn't really want to touch him, but I patted his stomach, and I could feel every single one of his ribs. I went ahead and picked him up, and the poor little thing just went limp. So, I took him home.

We quarantined him in the laundry room, where I fed him and gave him Mitzi's bed to sleep on. My mom took him to the vet for me this morning, and after they inspected him they determined that what I've got is a 3 to 4 year old full blooded toy poodle, white once we get him cleaned up, in basically good health except for the skin condition and the starvation and dehydration and traumatization and such. Rather than mange, he has treatable skin allergies, and he had simply chewed all of his fur off (and chewed his skin raw) because he itched. Rather than worms, (warning: this is really gross) the fur on his hind quarters was infested with maggots that were getting ready to burrow into his skin (I warned you it was gross). The vet said if he'd been left one more day he probably would have been too far gone to save. After we get him cleaned up and healed, he'll probably need medication for his allergies for the rest of his life. We figure that the assholes who had him before probably dumped him when they learned he was a high maintenance dog. I would love to be able to get ahold of those people. At any rate, he's my puppy now, and all indications are that he'll be a great dog once he's healthy again.

I think I'll name him Fizgig.