I really have meant to write a meaningful post these last few days, but it's not coming around very quickly and I'm sorry. I just wanted to say happy birthday to Milla today and Tiffa tomorrow, because I love them more than is really humanly possible.
The Dark Crystal is not as cool as it was when I was ten. Jory, Tiffany, Alex, and I watched it on Sunday night, with my mother blinking in a bit of realization that yes, she had let her babies watch this movie when they were small.
Wendy Froud's dolls have not lost any of their beauty, the Mystics are still as tranquil as ever... but somehow, the Skeksis lost something somewhere. I remembered that I never liked Jen very much, even though he was the hero. He was so dumb. I always thought Kira should have been the one to set everything right, because she was the smart one and he would have gotten absolutely nowhere without her.
(I'm worried about her, though. If they're the last two Gelflings, shouldn't someone tell Kira that Jen is a girl?)
And even at ten, I knew the prophecy-poem Jen reads out loud was so gay.