Last night, I watched Animal Crackers -- classic Marx Brothers. I'd actually forgotten that I'd seen this one. Because it was unavailable for many years, I've only seen it a few times, unlike their others which I've seen more times than I can count. Picked up on a couple of things this time that I hadn't before: Groucho's dialogue is much racier than in some of the later movies; when the art dealer (formerly Abie the fish man) and Chico are going at it, he responds to Chico's taunting by asking him "when did you get to be Italian" which is clearly a reference to them both actually being eastern European Jews (and in fact their accents get more heavily yiddische as the scene progresses); scene where Groucho starts parodying Eugene O'Neill, walking towards camera and monologuing, breaking the 4th wall.
This morning (and I mean early this morning) we went out to PBH for some lure-chasing. Which is basically dogs chasing a motorized racoon tail around a huge wire course. Think greyhound racing (familiar from Bugs Bunny cartoons, of course) and you're not far off. Lisa B was there with one of her dogs, Lucy. And a range of other dogs from big shepherd-y, retriever-y type dogs to whippets to basenjis to dachshunds. Thirteen was obviously there with spectator status but Jane Lane did a couple of runs. She was super into it and really good -- stayed after the lure the whole way around, didn't go running off into the woods and came over to Sarah pretty much as soon as she'd finished running the course. You wouldn't think (or at least I wouldn't) that standing around watching dogs would be tiring, even if it did involve waking up before 7 on a Saturday. But we were both wiped out by the time we got home and spent the afternoon crashing and being generally out of it. On the other hand, that's what weekends are for