I guess whenever I don't have a better idea, I will upload a picture of Louie, whom I shore do love.  My new-ish camera, a Fuji Ultrazoom, has a pretty wide-angle setting, which is always good big-dog-nose fun.  The focus is a little soft on this one, but that's probably my fault.

Ellen Hunter and I went to see Sweeney Todd at the Ahmanson this afternoon, you know the nutty John Doyle production where the actors play the instruments.  Ellen and I had seen this production in NYC with Patty Lupone, and this one didn't quite measure up, although Judy Kaye was very good as Mrs. L.  Having seen the original production (with Angela Lansbury and Len "Caribou" replacement George Hearn), nothing has really come close since then.  Especially the movie, which I hated, even though I like the Depper.  To me, the melodrama and darkness is supposed to be counterbalanced by big fun and soaring music.  Tin-ear Burton and John Doyle don't understand.  (Although, P.S., Ellen and I went to hear Sondheim himself speak recently at Royce Hall, and he says Sweeney is the only movie version of his shows that he likes.  He hates West Side Story.  Sorry, Sondy, but you are wrong!)

Do all these dumb nick-name shortenings of celebs' names make me sound like Nikki Finke?  Good!