Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Not sure why I am thinking about it--it isn't until March, but I am. Though I did find out that five days ago, the President signed a joint resolution of the U.S. Senate and the House of Representatives, making Pulaski an American citizen after being dead for 230 years. What does that mean? No health care bill, but just in time for Polish Independence day (today). Go Poland!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I've been following various stories on the Sydney Dust Storms lately.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
- Singing along together to really twangy country music in the car on the way to Grandma's.
- Watching Jupiter's Darling, Ivanhoe, A Town Like Alice, Summer Magic, or It Started With Eve, among others.
- Reading books while sitting in trees or out loud while road tripping.
- North Beach
- Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup - post surgery
- OVID!!!! with Duckwitz
- Retold Fairy Tales
- Las Vegas (with bull riders & cowboy bars)
- Los Hermanos & Good Chinese Food
- Sighing over boys
- Chocolate-covered strawberries
- Ordering Flowers
- Squeaky Cheese!
- "Always take backup!"
- Playing with hair
- Trying to decide who is Sense and who is Sensibility.
- "Grandma, sometimes the Lord says, 'No.' "
- Princess Dresses & Crazy Birthdays
- Knowing that if anything is wrong, I can pick up the phone. Even if it is 4 in the morning.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Those of you who have been watching my twitter account got real-time updates from my insanely perfect weekend. Those of you who didn't. . . stay tuned. I'll be doing posts of all 4 days of the San Diego Comic-Con this week. I saw famous people, and not-so-famous (to some people) people. I made a bunch of really cool friends who get it, and I ran into a few people who know the significance of throwing a fist up in the air and yelling, "Art Crawl!" All in all, despite the sleep-deprivation, personal-space invasion, blisters, and bruises; it was still completely and utterly worth it. I'll leave you with one of my favorite moments...
Friday, July 10, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
There is a new guy at work who is very attractive. In fact, he is almost too handsome. He reminds me of one of my celebrity crushes.
Today, I was speaking to a group with him in it. Oddly, I found myself staring. After realizing I was staring (because he was watching me stare at him), I looked away. My face started to feel hot, and I knew I was turning red. So, rather than look at him, I would glance surreptitiously, trying with all my will power to keep myself from blushing; and then look away quickly--so as not to stare. I know--I'm special.
Later, I thought, "I am pretty sure he thinks I am mentally slow." Seriously, I couldn't talk, just stared or wouldn't look at him, and then I walked away awkwardly. He was just uncomfortably good-looking, and the rational part of my brain just found a place to hide.
Tiny Fey describes it really well. They did a few episodes about it.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I have grown to love this tree-infested area, but there are nights when the winds are blowing, the lightning flashes, and the rain pours; and I get a hankering for a Midwestern squall. The kind that reminds you that you are "not in Kansas anymore." The kind that makes you thirsty just listening to it. The kind that makes you shudder with its ferocity, but also take comfort in the drink of water the Earth is getting.
In The Rainmaker, the characters spend most of the movie trying to bring water to a drought-stricken area. When the rain finally does start to pour at the end, you can't wait to quench your own thirst; and yet your emotions well up and pour out of you. The Spirit of the Beehive also leaves your throat begging for water.
I have a bunch of posts I've been working on, but nothing I have finished because I have so much to say. The silence is nearly killing me, so here is a brief sip to quench the drought since I last wrote. There will be more soon, probably a deluge, but until then, you'll just have to content yourself with water droplets on a window screen.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Some of my earliest friends were books. There is something so comforting in picking up a fictional world, and wrapping it around you like a blanket--or B's snuggie as she lays in front of the fire.
A recent read described it best, "Books can be possessive, can't they? You're walking around in a bookstore and a certain one will jump out at you, like it had moved there on its own, just to get your attention. Sometimes what's inside will change your life, but sometimes you don't even have to read it. Sometimes it's a comfort just to have a book around. Many of these books haven't even had their spines cracked. 'Why do you buy books you don't even read?' our daughter asks us. That's like asking someone who lives alone why they bought a cat" (The Sugar Queen, Sarah Addison Allen p. 180). I'm allergic to cats (dogs, too). And you don't have to feed books.
Sometimes I think I have more book friends than friend friends. Goodreads.com lets me keep track of some of them. I also enjoy rereading some classics in bits and pieces via email. It is almost time to beg for another bookshelf, except B really doesn't like the design feel of a room where every available wall space is covered with a bookshelf.
The most recent?
- The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets by Eva Rice
- The Sugar Queen & Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen
- The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls
- Jinx by Meg Cabot
- The Weather Warden Series by Rachel Caine
- The latest Sookie Stackhouse book from Charlaine Harris
- Angels & Demons by Dan Brown
Books I'm in the middle of:
- The Beekeeper's Apprentice by Laurie R. King
- The Cranford Chronicles by Elizabeth Gaskell
- The latest Dresden Files book by Jim Butcher
- A Single Voice by Kristen M. Oaks
- The Psychology of Joss Whedon, edited by Joy Davidson
- So many others. . .
Books I pick up when I am feeling blue:
- Jane Austen's Persuasion or Pride & Prejudice
- Robin McKinley's Sunshine
- Katherine Paterson's Jacob Have I Loved
- Dodie Smith's I Capture the Castle
- Television Without Pity's 752 Things We Love to Hate (And Hate to Love) About TV
- Black Heart, Ivory Bones--or any of the other retold fairy tales edited by Ellen Datlow & Terri Windling
- Douglas Adam's The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (all 5 in the "trilogy")
- The Book of Mormon
Or whatever mood I am in, and a certain friend is called for--a swashbuckling adventure, a glorious heartbreak, a divine passion, a sneaky caper--I will pick up something I haven't read in ages, or something that is massively careworn in the one place where a scene seduced me with its magic, as books are wont to do. And more often than not, if left alone, I will be caught reading my favorite dialogue out loud--possibly in an extremely dramatic way. . . But only when I am sure I am alone. . .
ETA: Dad & Mom came to visit for the weekend. Dad suggested that instead of another bookshelf I sell some of them--and he was tickled by the horrified look on my face and my response, "Why would I sell a friend? Would you make someone with a pet sell their pet?"
Yes, K, you created a monster.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Why am I posting about this? Because sleep requires breathing, and I can't seem to concentrate enough to read. And I need something to distract me between bouts of coughing up pieces of my lungs, so here it is--my list of things that make me feel better when I am sick (even if I can't seem to shake the other stuff).
1. Good Friends--who will bring you stuff, who chat with you via email even though you haven't talked in ages, who indulge you a little, and who let you hack a bunch after you have persuaded them to watch...
2. A little Buffy or Doctor Who or Supernatural or cheesy musicals--or anything else you are addicted to at the moment.
3. Real Tissues--Sadly, I don't have any at the moment, and I totally need to go get us toilet paper; as I am pretty sure I have single-handedly depleted our entire supply.
4. Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup--no, not the kind with any true redeeming value. Just chicken broth and tiny noodles. With a bunch of crackers crushed into it.
5. Showers--I know it isn't the most environmentally friendly, but it is the only way I have been able to steam the gunk out of my lungs (my roommate has been really nice about not getting mad when I crawl in to hack for a while at ungodly hours of the night--Love you, Ruby!).
I'm sure there are more, but at the moment, those have been the saving graces of this sinus infection. Is there something you can't live without when you are sick?
P.S. I'm sure the childhood memory pathos tie into nearly all of my favorite things. So, here is a clip that reminds me of riding up and down the Iowa hills in Cory's car on a spring day. Good times.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
- Hello Dolly -- So Long Dearie
- Viva Las Vegas -- The Lady Loves Me
- Girl Happy -- Meanest Girl In Town
- Neptune's Daughter -- Baby, It's Cold Outside (It's partway through the trailer)
- Thoroughly Modern Millie (the stage show) -- Forget About the Boy
- Funny Girl -- You Are Woman, I am Man
- Jupiter's Darling -- I Never Trust a Woman (Yep, It is a musical about Hannibal's march on Rome--with Elephants and everything)
- Oklahoma -- I'm Just A Girl Who Can't Say No
- On the Town -- Come Up to My Place (can't seem to find it, but leaving it here nonetheless).
- Mary Poppins -- Sister Suffragette
- My Fair Lady -- Without You
Also see the Bill and Lois clips from the Ann Miller post (from Kiss Me Kate).
Saturday, May 2, 2009
1. Read a book. I've been doing it a lot lately.
2. Watch a TV show on DVD--Pushing Daisies, Chuck, Dollhouse, Supernatural, Doctor Who...
3. Have a Fred & Ginger marathon--have a lovely day to get lost in the rain or a fine romance...
Swing Time is my favorite. I love that she complains that he is all morals (the song starts around 4:38).
Friday, May 1, 2009
Here are some of the posts I've done (semi-recently) for the other one:
- Karen's Pasta Salad!
- Thell's Hummus - well, she gave me the cookbook
- Big waffle holes or small waffle holes. . . that is the question
- A restaurant review
- A tour of foodie posts for March. And April.
I'll have a few more updates soon. It's been a crazy month.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Today, I was given a second gift. My google reader is constantly filled with stuff I want to read but haven't gotten around to, and usually I end up deleting off a few. This title of this post from Slate seemed odd, and though I nearly deleted it, I decided to click. Thank Goodness I did. It is a classic movie lovers dream.
Though I am poor as a church mouse, there is no doubt that for $19.95, I will probably write up a list of my favorites, and start to decide what I can cut out in order to have a few of the movies on the list--that movie I have always wanted because I saw it at 3:00 am on TCM and adored it; but have never seen it again. I cannot wait. I hope more studios will make my dreams come true the same way. If you love movies--classic film--then you won't be able to stop yourself from smiling at this golden chance to love Hollywood in black, white, color, silent, sound, or stereoscope. I'm nearly giddy with the notion.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
This kooky gem stars a gorgeous Shirley MacLaine and a ton of top Hollywood men. What I wouldn't have given to play opposite all of these, knowing that they were all going to woo me! Wow. It had to be extremely intimidating. . .
A young Shirley is charmed by Dick Van Dyke, Paul Newman (lucky, lucky girl--so jealous), Robert Mitchum, Gene Kelley, and Dean Martin (with a fun appearance by Robert Cummings as her therapist). She is a sweet, simple girl in search of a good, simple life. Sadly, it seems she is cursed to bring amazing financial luck to all she falls in love with, but that only makes them spend less time with her. . . I love how each part of her life is turned into a movie:
Black & White Silent Film (Almost Chaplinesque)Dark, Brooding French Film (Complete with Subtitles)
Crazy, Posh Fashion Film (with so many extravagant costume changes)MGM Musical Extravaganza! (You can't have Gene not dance!)
And finally, a bit more down on the farm. . . .It is extremely odd, yet oh so lovely. Do not be surprised if it feels a little trippy. But you can't help but root for sweet, little Louisa May Hopper Flint Anderson Benson Crawley. Enjoy!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Ann Miller's birthday was on Sunday. You can read her bio here, but her on-screen partners will tell you a lot. She danced with Gene Kelley, Fred Astaire, and Bob Fosse (among others) and shared the screen with Cary Grant, Katherine Hepburn, and so many more. Making a total of 47 appearances on the screen (TV and Movie), she never failed to impress. Sadly, she never got to be a leading lady, but usually played the second female lead in most of her shows. Below are some of my favorite movies she danced through. Funny enough, in many of her musicals, her moments are steal the show (for me at least). . . possibly because her numbers are saucier than the lead's goody-two-shoes numbers.
- Stage Door - She's only a bit player, but I had to include this movie as it is one of my favorites. Yes, that is Miss Ginger Rogers she is rehearsing with.
- Easter Parade - With Judy Garland and Fred Astaire and last week's movie of the week (her song--Shake All Your Blues Away--begins around 1:42)
- On the Town - With Gene Kelley and Frank Sinatra (I adore the fact that she is looking for a Neanderthal Man, and I think my cousin adored the fact that she was an "Anthropologist").
- Small Town Girl - Love this because it stars Jane Powell in a Deanna Durbin remake--why not take a bunch of old movies and remake them with a younger girl? No one will notice. Whatever. I still will always love Jane for Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.
- Kiss Me Kate - Kiss Me Kate is my favorite Ann Miller movie (and hers). Though starring Jane Powell's costars from Seven Brides (Howard Keel & Tommy Rall--Frankincense), Annie tends to steal a few scenes (and how great is it that her name is Lois Lane?). Here are my favorites . It doesn't hurt that all the music is by Cole Porter either. . .
Tom, Dick, or Harry, Too Darn Hot, and Brush Up Your Shakespeare (which doesn't actually show Ann, but I love it) are featured in a few tiny clips during this Ann-narrated piece on Kiss Me Kate.
- Why Can't You Behave
- True to You in My Fashion
By now I know that C is rolling his eyes and saying something like, "Of course you like these!" somewhat exasperatedly as I'm usually a sucker for the songs where the guy has to get the girl to commit, rather than the other way around. Anyway, Happy Late Birthday, Annie. You are missed.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I've been longing for an amazing Easter bonnet now for the past few years (partially due to this movie, and partially due to a cross between the Ascot Races scene in My Fair Lady and the Ribbons Down My Back scene in Hello Dolly). Sadly, finding a hat shop is a little difficult these days. The closest google got me was near DC. So sad.
Hope you had a wonderful Easter, and enjoy some Fred & Judy. . .
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The story itself is massively quirky and very British, but if you aren't drawn in by the odd introductions to Flora's country relatives, then the minute Ian McKellen (As Amos Starkadder) says, "Seth, drain the well. There's a neighbor missing," you will start giggling. There are so many moments that I adore.
- The letters from the relatives.
- The moment she hears about Seth & Reuben.
- Going to watch Amos preach to the Quivering Brethren.
- "Bull's out."
- Elfine in London & Seth at the party
- The moment the Gone With The Wind theme song starts to play.
- "I'd take her, too, but she's gloomy."
- My Mybug trying to declare his love and all of his other odious declarations.
- Going to talk to Great Aunt Ada.
- Flora realizing she may just not be a novelist.
Friday, April 3, 2009
The other reason is a distinct possibility that I may lose wisdom--like I need to let any of that go. The etymology of wisdom teeth is very intriguing. So I could lose wisdom or judgement--perfect. At least I'll have an excuse to catch up on my sleep, and to take good drugs. It also means B has to be nice to me, and I can eat all the ice cream, pudding, and mashed potatoes I want. Yep, already losing wisdom and judgement.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
In response to the What Grief Is article on Slate...
The 27th of the month before someone's birthday always makes me a little bit queasy--mostly just family members, but close friends, too. Two of my three brothers died on the 27th; one before his 18th birthday (I was seven), the other before his 21st (I was 23). Even now, seven years after Nathan died and 23 years after Cory, I have moments that sucker punch me out of the blue.
I think it is the nature of grief. I know they are both in a better place, but that is not what hurts. What hurts is the moments I long to share with them--moments where Cory would wince at his overenthusiastic little sister or where Nathan would tease me until I would want to kick him in the shins. Quiet moments where I just need a hug from someone who loves me one moment and hates me at the next but still would protect me from here to doomsday.
I long to see their faces when, at some future moment, they would have met my husband-to-be (whomever he may be). My youngest brother is not that intimidating--who is going to threaten to kill him if he hurts me (only as a joke--kind of)? Who is going to tell my kids (someday, hopefully) what I was like as a child? My parents remember bits, but not the sneaky stuff you do just with siblings. And my next younger sibling is seven years younger. I won't get to meet their potential spouses or kids, and see the amazing men they would grow into. My heart aches for those moments.
I experienced a lot of death during my college years. After Nathan's sudden and tragic death, I hated anyone who said, "I'm sorry..." or "How are you doing?"
"Really? I am too!" or "How do you think I am doing?!?" What was I supposed to say? "Yep, It is all your fault?!?" Logic doesn't figure into it. I came back to school after the funeral, and all I could think that first night was, "There is no one here who has any inkling of how I am feeling, and everyone seems so far away." I spent the evening crying myself to sleep, and subsequent days watching a lot of Buffy--specifically the one where Buffy's mom dies. It is very stark and raw--and you know deep down that someone has also ached like you have. I had good days and bad, and yet on certain days I had friends who would ask me how I am while their eyes begged me to not tell them. You could almost see them running, screaming in the other direction rather than face such naked emotion.
Years and years of society's repression of real, genuine emotion has led to our only getting obsessed with some of the more shallow aspects of life around us--clothes, celebrities, movies, TV, electronics--material items it is okay to show emotion for. Yet true emotion, deeply-felt emotion is not allowed. It is too scary. And that is what I think it comes down to. For some reason our culture has decided that any emotion other than elation or ambition is supposed to remain behind closed doors. We are supposed to think with logical heads, go with our intuition, but keep our feelings to ourselves. Sadly, we are not wired that way. Yes, I, too, have bought into some of the shallow, but some of our best writers who have explored grief have written for TV of late. I've read a lot books about grief, and I've found that sometimes those rituals we no longer practice are extremely therapeutic (which is probably why generations now need much more therapy).
It has taken a lot of therapy and many dear friends (not to mention an intensely personal relationship with God as well as a firm belief in the healing powers of the atonement) to get me to a point in my life where I am okay. I realized it shortly after I turned 30 this past year--I am doing really well, and my life is really good. I still have my moments, but moments come and go; and my closest friends are those who know how to just be and let me be when I need it. And they know not to say, "I'm sorry" or "how are you doing?" And they know why I loved Veronica Mars bringing to justice her best friend's killer.
Our family is a lot closer now. My sister and I are extremely different yet best friends (which probably wouldn't have happened if Nathan hadn't died). My little brother alternates between being spoiled by us and exasperating us. My parents, though struggling through the financial crisis right now (Nathan was going to take over our small family business), have become a stronger couple by burying two sons together and yet believing their entire family will be reunited someday.
Ultimately, I am much more likely to express all the emotions I feel, and those around me have come to learn to deal with it. I am not pulling punches anymore. Somehow our culture has to learn a better way to deal with grief, or we are going to have countless groups of people suffering in silence until something ultimately explodes. And why has grief become the equivalent of religion--"you can believe in something, but for heaven's sake do not share it!"
Moving back to the article, how do we teach dealing with grief better? How do we mourn with those that mourn? Why is it that we expect people to come back "all better?" Why do we think everything should be fine after a few months? Do we reinstate the rituals of before? Allow there to be public mourning? How would you solve this problem? There has to be a better way to teach future generations, so they do not have to shatter and slowly come back together like I did.
I have a lot of other feelings on the subject, but I don't want to bog this down too much by preaching from my pulpit of healthy grieving. Do you have any thoughts?
To commemorate yesterday, I was going to write a different post, but someone else beat me to it. I'll let her speak for me: Thanks, Ruby.
Friday, March 27, 2009
I have read a couple of places where people have rationalized a definition of Post-sub-script, but that seems like it is reaching. The indefinable "they" then go on to say that the next PS would be PPPS, so I am not sure I buy it.
It is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me, like people who say/write Sister-in-laws instead of Sisters-in-law. But I learned long ago that you come across as condescending and pedantic by trying to correct people's grammar, so I keep my mouth shut even though my head is screaming "my barbaric YAWP!" Sometimes I even have to grit my teeth.
So, grammar pet peeves? In the one place you can share them without coming across as though you are correcting someone? Just randomly mentioning grammar that drives you crazy--not the people who use it. Sound off in the comments if you need to add your "barbaric YAWP!" My thanks to Mr. Whitman.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Though the cinematographer was going blind at the time of filming, the film is stunning. Dusty, warm colors permeate the daytime of the two little girls who are the center of this film. You almost get thirsty watching. The only relief from that dryness are the nighttime moments--things hidden in the cool dark of night.
A story of alienation, loss of childhood innocence, longing, and so much more, hiding a subtle protest against Spain's Franco dictatorship. I can still see little Ana's eyes looking out at me--weighing, measuring, everything she sees. If you have a chance to see it, do. If you want to borrow it, I have it. A slight warning--it may haunt you, too.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Penelope is a charming fairy tale. Not overly complicated, but you won't be able to help smiling through it, unless you hate fun or expect every movie you see to eviscerate your intestines. It doesn't hurt that James McAvoy is extremely charismatic, or that leading lady, Christina Ricci is extremely likeable. There are some great supporting efforts from continually-crazy-mom Catherine O'Hara, always interesting Richard E. Grant, the ever-affable Reese Witherspoon, and the crazy-talented Peter Dinklage, among others. But don't take my word, check it out. . .
I was going to include the trailer, but all the trailers give way too much away! Sorry.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
It could have been her Greek mythology background because as a kid I also had a fascination with the Greek myths. Or the fact that she was an Amazon, and I was (and am) very Girl Power (Go Ajnuat, leader of the feminazis!--random, high school joke, sorry, I am not actually a feminazi). Whatever it was, I loved her. Don't you just want to spin and change your whole wardrobe? The lasso of truth that makes all of its wearers confess their secrets, wristbands that block bullets, and an invisible jet--who wouldn't want to be Wonder Woman?
This week a new Wonder Woman movie came out, but you probably didn't hear about it. Probably because it is animated... and it came out straight-to-DVD. But that shouldn't stop you from enjoying it because it is charming! Recently, I got my hands on the book based on the screenplay (thanks, Melinda!) and really enjoyed it. It is witty and amusing, and definitely more for teens and superhero fans, not little kids (the book was better, but when aren't they?).
It doesn't hurt that the leads are voiced by Keri Russell (of Felicity and Waitress fame) and Nathan Fillion (Firefly and Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog), two people I truly adore (I do not stalk Nathan, I swear... Call me!), or that Rosario Dawson, Alfred Molina, Virginia Madsen, and others assist. But don't take my word for it, have an Amazon night, fight for right, "and the old red, white, and blue. . ."
Wonder Woman Official Trailer
A quick history of Wonder Woman (the comic):
P.S. It is even fun to watch with guys. However, afterwards, you may want to let them win at cards.
P.P.S. I have liked Nathan since his Two Guys & a Girl phase (though not as far back as his Soap days), and I have loved him as Captain Tightpants and Captain Hammer. His new show has me tickled, but I've only seen the pilot.
Friday, February 27, 2009
In 2005, the BBC did a miniseries that updated four Shakespearean plays to today while keeping a little of the dialogue ("I come to wiv-ed wealthily in Padua"). Thanks to Netflix, this is now available to watch online or on DVD, though you still cannot purchase it in the US. I have now seen 3 out of four of the episodes, and my by far favorite is their version of The Taming of the Shrew. Starring Rufus Sewell (who is known more for his villains, though see him in Cold Comfort Farm and you know better) and Shirley Henderson (Yep, Moaning Myrtle); it is a delight. Their physical comedy alone is a pleasure.
If you have a chance to see it, do. It is a bizarre treat. I've embedded a little clip of when the two meet for the first time, enjoy (go to the point around 4:15 if you want the exact moment--Oh, and yes, that is Twiggy as Kate's mom).
Thursday, February 26, 2009
- The Wailin' Jennys (the old lineup vs. the new)
- The entire soundtrack from Once (a lovely, sad, yet uplifting film).
- Smile (though I don't suggest you actually do the things in the video. . . )
- Sitting on the Shelf (I kind of adore She & Him, but this is definitely an odd video.)
They have been running through my head now forever. . . Yep, a bunch are from the British Isles--what? I'm an anglophile!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I recently was assigned to run the Dining In & Dining Out Group for our enrichment. In order to facilitate that and add a twist, I started a blog for all in the group. Hopefully, soon, there will be more than just me writing about everything food and sisters related. There better be.
Go check it out: http://d3delectables.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
A recap of this year: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_xyCGGZkcs
Stay tuned later for this week's movie...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
This week: On a Clear Day You Can See Forever
The song that has haunted me all week though is "What did I have I don't have now." The inside of my car has had multiple performances. But almost all of the songs are really fun to sing/listen to:
- "Hurry, It's Lovely Up Here," seen below, makes you want to dance amongst flowers on a gorgeous spring day.
- "Love With All The Trimmings" is a sultry song that kind of makes you crave really good food topped off with a satisfying kiss.
- "Go To Sleep" debates various types of love. Do you go for the one who may not be that into you but who makes your heart flutter, or do you go for the one who likes you a lot but you're not really sure about?
- "He Isn't You" croons true love to a man you cannot have, not because he doesn't love you, but because you live in two different time periods. . . (Ridiculous, but oh-so-fun to sing).
- "What Did I Have That I Don't Have?" frantically runs through the qualities that attracted him in the first place, wondering where they went and how you can get them back.
- "Come Back To Me!" is a guy begging a girl to come back any way possible, my favorite line, "under drugs, under glass..." or "wrapped in mink or Saran, any way that you can--Come Back To Me!" Awesome.
If you have a moment, enjoy the extremely random opening scene to this bizarre yet lovable movie...
Friday, February 13, 2009
Joss has helped me through sweet times and traumatic times. Sometimes with blisteringly real, raw emotion, letting me know that I am not the only person in the world to feel that way; sometimes with complete escapism, allowing me to run away for a while; sometimes with the jarring genres of Western meshed with Space Opera, writing deeply flawed yet lovable people that you worry about like true friends--but almost always brilliantly. I have sung along to his musicals, shuddered (and yelled at the TV) through the suspense, and adored his hysterically amusing wit (that puppet episode had me in stitches for days). Oh, and he, too, loved Veronica Mars...
So, tonight at 9:00 pm eastern/8:00 pm central when he debuts his newest show, I will be watching... you should too.
When Fox cancels it after three episodes, played out of order, after not really promoting it, and burying it on Friday nights (or switching around its schedule), I will have enjoyed the perfectly crafted, succulently served, delectable dish he chose to gift us with. And I will have yet again been seduced by that man's sexy brain and continual insight into the human psyche. Did I mention I love him? Sigh...
ETA: There is an intriguing review on Slate today if you are interested