A film that I only saw because Gaiman mentioned a Strange Little Girl piano-playing singer/songwriter in the letter column of Sandman a zillion years ago. See what you miss from only getting the trades, and Vertigo's policy of not running the things anymore?
Well, not really, but I read about it on RDT because Tori had a song or two on the soundtrack, and I don't think I would have bought Little Earthquakes or joined the list if not for. . . never mind.
Added We Can't Tell Reality From Fantasy ("A Blog, A Fantasy Computer Game, and A Bunch of Hot Chicks Telling It Like It Is.") to the links list, albeit with some confusion as to an appropriate BtVS-themed nickname, after seeing the site in the referrer list. Currently right above the prettiness that is yano's current design, actually. Remind me to annoy her about actually reviewing Joss Whedon's Astonishing X-Men once she's settled down a bit. Or as much as she ever does.
Speaking of hot chicks, I'm going to be even more obnoxious about insisting that people subscribe to either Tristan's or Heather's, or both if you have that much disposable income for that sort of thing, for the duration. Lengthy, pseudo-intellectual justification regarding support for independent artists and shattering taboos about publicly acknowledging paying for one of the few supposedly profitable industries* on the Interweb upon request, but since I doubt anyone wants to read same any more than I feel like typing (not writing, typing) the thing, let's just take it as read that I've made a winning argument tying (guardedly) pro-pornographic (third wave) feminism(s) into intellectual property rights/artistic control and move on from there, all right?
No, I haven't had enough coffee this morning. Why do you ask?
* Except, of course, as independent artists, neither of them are part of that industry, and there's a qualitative difference in the work itself owing in part to the creative control resulting from . . sorry, said I'd only type that if someone asked for it.