When I was sick last week I watched the (20-year-old and just-as-bad-as-I'd-guessed) movie Twister, so that was the last Philip Seymour Hoffman performance I saw. It makes it a little hard to remember his later turns as an accomplished ac-tor.
I don't know why I'm not having the "crap another one dies from addiction" reaction. I seem to be relatively unsympathetic. Relative to my usual state. Heck, he was even fat, and cast as what we were to think pathetically uglyfat in his breakthrough role in Boogie Nights. But I think there's something about being caught off-guard by a flash of fatphobia this morning that's got something to do with my spiritual state, including not feeling for Philip so much.
It's a good day, however. I'm happily undecided about what I'll be doing with the rest of it.
