I don't usually get serious with this blog, but I just wanted to take a moment to note the passing of Nora Ephron.
Before there was Tina Fey in my life, there was Nora Ephron.
I don't think a week goes by in which I don't in some way refer to When Harry Met Sally... (You'd be amazed at how often there is too much pepper on my paprikash, or how regularly I would be pleased to partake of some pecan piiiieeeee.)
And, although it wasn't my favourite, the scene in Sleepless in Seattle, where they make fun of women trying to explain a scene in a movie without bursting into tears? Well...this past weekend I was in another room and I just heard the ending of Toy Story 3, and I welled up. (And, just for fun, try getting my friend A to describe the episode of MASH where Henry Blake dies! Niagara falls.....)
In the lead-up to my 40th birthday, all I could hear was Meg Ryan wailing, "And I'm going to be FORTY!"
I just think Ms. Ephron had a wonderful ear for dialogue, she wrote great, fun characters for women, and she was genuinely funny.
PLUS she had an awesome first name, even if she did spell it wrong.
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