Triple Whammy

I just went out to check the mail (which is now working just fine, as of last week, thanks), and had the best mail SCORE:

Three pieces of mail, all for me. 

1. First issue of the New Yorker subscription Ari got me for Christmas

2. An early birthday postcard from my sister Leah in France. First piece of mail from her! 

3. My new Netflix DVD, which I actually have time to watch tonight! (It's Ed Wood.)

In short, this week is going much better than last week. 

I'm quite shocked and saddened by the news of Philip Seymour Hoffman's death today. I think he's one of the first actors who has died during my lifetime whose acting I really was a fan of. I made an effort to see his new movies specifically because he was in them, and thought he was probably in the top 20 actors making movies today.

The fact that he died of an apparent drug overdose (rather than a heart attack or other health problem, as I assumed initially) is even more depressing.

I'll always remember him most strongly in the role where I first noticed him: as the butler in The Big Lebowski. His facial expressions cracked me up.