I've been hiding. I didn't tell anyone I was hiding; I just didn't return phone calls. I think I am ready to not hide now, but I should like to have a Jean-Pierre Jeunet kind of day. A playing music on the roof, dipping hands in sacks of grain, flea mission kind of day. A bubble-blowing, stone-skipping, radiateur-ing kind of day. The kind of day when you think maybe you really can build a world out of whimsy. It's simpler than you thought, and it's also more.

I should clarify that I do not wish to have an Ellen Ripley and Annalee Call kind of day. Alien resurrections, in my experience, are not very whimsical.

On a side note, I have this theory that Dominique Pinon is in every French movie ever made.