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| Tuesday, October 14th, 2008 | | 11:19 pm |
Third time's the charm? ...this will be the THIRD DAY IN A ROW in which my sister is supposed to work for me. The last two days she ended up cancelling and I had a Sekrit Surprize Workday (which I REALLY did not appreciate today, as I'd had THREE AND A HALF HOURS OF SLEEP, which, okay, kinda totally my own dumb-ass fault, BUT STILL, NOT COOL). She BETTER step up.
Current Mood:  annoyed | | 2:17 am |
I haz a hobby! Ren faire was okay. Got a drawstring pouch to go with pretty pretty princess dress and a plush wolf finger puppet for Nate. Browsed clothes, but everything was either too big or too expensive. I'm sure that cloak is worth every penny of the $150 you're charging, but it's, uh, kinda steep for me. I did find a girl in North Muskegon who makes ridiculously inexpensive yet quality custom garb ($25 corsets? OH YEAH), and I may be giving her a ring before the Harvest Feast to see if she can rig something up for me.
I also came to the startling realization that I prefer the SCA to Ren faires. While the fantasy/playacting aspect is fun, faire folk are way more outgoing than I'm comfortable being around, and I like the emphasis on history and attention to detail that the SCA provides. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I've found such an awesome, accepting group of people who welcomed me with open arms.
The fact that Ren faires are now OVERRUN with pirates, or people doing pseudo-pirate impressions ripped directly from certain films, does not help. If I never see another Jack Sparrow impersonator for the rest of my life, it will be too soon. I never much cared for him in the first place, but I have begun to loathe Johnny Depp for what he has wrought onto the world. Also: Ginormous fairy wings, WTF?
In that vein, Shade rented The Tudors (I got a sample DVD from Best Buy a while back, so I've seen some of it), and while we have an equally poor opinion of Jonathan Rhys Myers' performance (seriously, dude, take a Lithium), it is acceptable eye candy. It got more enjoyable once his sister stopped being all "OMG I SEX LOVE YOU" over Sir What's-His-Face, and got her drunken fishwife on while throwing objects at his head. Honey, what else did you expect from a shotgun wedding?
Current Mood:  amused | | Sunday, October 12th, 2008 | | 12:55 am |
Eeee! Pretty dresses! Swords! Merchants! Stuffs! Tomorrow am going to the GVSU Renaissance Festival; I know it's a bit late, but anyone else able to come, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) withyour I am looking in your direction? (I know it's HORRIBLY late notice, considering the faire starts in *checks time* NINE HOUR, but eh, it's worth a shot.) I have sooooo missed faires. I get to dress up in my pretty pretty princess dress! With gold slippers! Oh my God I am being SUCH a girl! I would like to price gold accessories, and may also get a coordinating money pouch of some kind, as my current belt bag is red and black, and does not match the cream and gold floral print at ALL.
Why yes I am ovulating, and I feel AWESOME. (Although a partial second marathon of Pushing Daisies doesn't hurt. That show is more effective than my actual antidepressants ever were!) As proof of today's girlish inclinations, I actually contemplated buying a SKIRT. Like, knee-length, and red, and flouncy. Granted, I would have worn knee-high combat boots with it, but still.
...I'll just stop before my burgeoning ovaries compell me to, I dunno, crochet doileys or press flowers in a scrapbook or something. The Burgeoning Ovaries would be a great name for a rock band.
Current Mood: squee! | | Saturday, October 11th, 2008 | | 2:51 am |
Finished Pushing Daisies.... ....and OMG I am so seriously more in love with this show than ever, and it breaks my heart that it's getting such abysmal ratings. (Even today's Detroit Free Press took notice; PD was mentioned near the top of at-risk shows.) I really hope it gets a full season, or at least that the main plot point is resolved before the show's cancellation. Also finished the first series of Jeeves and Wooster. Have noticed more House-like mannerisms creeping into Laurie's performance. Yes, I realize it's actually the other way around, whatever. Had more tea and scones, which is perhaps the only way to watch the show. It certainly enhances the experience.
Now I'm happy to the point of incoherence, plus, you know, sleep deprivation, so perhaps more on this subject later.
<3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!
Current Mood:  bouncy | | Thursday, October 9th, 2008 | | 11:17 pm |
BEST. DAY. EVAH. After a string of "mood: anxious" posts, I had the BEST DAY EVAH, starting with not drinking nearly as much coffee as usual and thus not having ONE SINGLE panic attack ALL DAY, and my mood in general stayed relatively even. And I managed to Do Shit like clean dishes and take out the trash. I may not worry about bipolar after all; it may just be severe ADD + crippling caffeine addiction. *thumbs up!*
Then Mom came into work and OH LOOK WHAT ARRIVED IN THE MAIL: Yep, my Pushing Daisies DVD, which I decided not to return because it's a huge hassle for virtually no benefit, plus I already opened it because, hi, *points above* attention deficit disorder = no impulse control. The artwork on the inside case looks like a menu for a '50s diner. <3
THEN OH THEN I had to quickly run back to the apartment before class (which...was cancelled) to get my notebook, and LO AND BEHOLD there was my birthday gift from Shade: The complete first series of Jeeves and Wooster. <3 <3 <3 AND Shade bought scones and we had tea for ambience!
I really, really like it. Wodehouse transfers much better to screen than I expected, considering it's dialogue-heavy fluff. (That's not a judgment; I like dialogue-heavy fluff.) Like many House fans previously unexposed to Hugh Laurie's other work, I am seriously impressed by what a fine actor he is; watching him flutter about and giggle inanely throws his current role into sharp relief. I can hardly believe it's the same actor, and I totally understand why British viewers were knocked for a loop. I enjoyed his performance before; I respect the HELL out of him now.
(Also, OMG RUBBER DUCKY. *squeaks*)
Current Mood: elated. | | Wednesday, October 8th, 2008 | | 2:02 am |
In which my ADD is blatantly manifest. Got a copy of Sense and Sensibility from Mom's house; it and Mansfield Park are the only Jane Austen novels I have yet to read. Or I may have read S&S years ago and simply don't remember it. Am currently still slogging through Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, although perhaps "slogging" is a harsh choice of words, since I like it but my attention span won't last longer than fifty pages before I start to zone out and move on to something else. Speaking of impulsivity...I may have been a tad hasty in ordering the Pushing Daisies DVD. Apparently Target carries it for for the exact same price AND there aren't any S&H fees, plus there's an extra little booklet of some kind (and y'all know how much I love shiny extras). I feel stupid for it, but I may just turn right around and send the order back when it arrives. *facepalm* It's too late to cancel, as it's already shipped out. I've never returned an ordered item, and hope it won't be too complicated; bear in mind I've had panic attacks over the most minor decisions, up to and including whether or not I want ice in my drinks, so yes, a binary question like "Should I return a DVD?" is anxiety-inducing (let alone multiple choice questions like "What do you want for dinner?").
On that note, I had a panic attack during yoga class. How the hell anyone manages to have a panic attack in the middle of breathing exercises while soft instrumentals play in the background is beyond me, but apparently I am that person. It was pretty much the same as what happened during my archery class, except that fortunately I didn't have access to sharp, heavy projectiles.
Oh! The job! Turns out that I haven't officially been hired yet; the letter I received indicates that I met the "minimal standards" (that is a direct quote from county personnel!), and have been placed on a list of available candidates. If the position has not already been filled, eventually someone will contact me for another round of interviews and probably drug tests, and my records will be kept until March 2009...at which point I would have to go through the whole application process all over again.
Yeah. Not terribly promising, that. I reminded the woman on the phone that I would refuse to assist in euthanasia, but she apparently didn't know anything about the actual job and was just a hiring drone.
Current Mood:  anxious | | Monday, October 6th, 2008 | | 6:04 pm |
I got a letter back from Vector Control about the job. I got accepted. This scares the fuck out of me, because on the one hand HUGE pay raise, but on the other...I probably will have to do stuff I'd really rather not do. Like handle dead animals and deal with abusers.
After a LOT of consideration and obtaining opinions from pretty much everyone around me...I've decided to accept the job under two conditions.
1. I will not actually perform the injection, or watch it being performed. I'm gradually getting more lenient about this objection, and at this point am uncertain whether or not I would cross that line.
2. I will continue to attend all of my current classes, and be allowed to take a reasonable amount of time off for future classes. This ties into my reason for accepting the job: My education. Working at the cleaners, I can barely scrape together money for rent, let alone school. With the new job I would be making literally hundreds more dollars per month, and could afford three or four classes a semester, not one or two, including the super-expensive biology lectures that are required for an associate degree. I could finish my education months or even years ahead of schedule...after which I could quit my job and get a career (not a job, a CAREER) in my chosen field.
Not to mention all the little perks like HEALTH INSURANCE (and not just the shitty Access Health kind, the GOOD insurance that covers, you know, dental and optometry and possibly even psychiatric medication!), and finally affording clothes from places other than Valueland, and sleeping in a proper bed, and weekends off, and all the other normal benefits that come for normal people in normal jobs.
So yeah. Plus if nothing else, it will be something to put on a resume other than "eleven years of working for blood relatives." And the fact that I got hired the very first time out in the very first job I ever applied for, must say SOMETHING about my hireability, yes? I can't suck THAT badly.
Current Mood: anxious | | Sunday, October 5th, 2008 | | 11:01 pm |
I'll get this out of my system as soon as I've seen the first season, I swear. Went to the bonfire with SCA people Saturday night and had a fabulous time, with the awesome bonus of finding out about the GVSU Renaissance Festival next week. I was a bit bummed about missing the last weekend of the Michigan Ren Fest, but the GVSU faire should make up for that a bit. Also I was the only person in garb and consequently felt quite silly, especially when the flaming log rolled toward me and narrowly missed my skirt. *facepalm*
In the meantime, have been mainlining Bones as of roughly last weekish and which Shade and I really, really like, and we will probably split the cost on the boxed sets at some point in the nearish future. I bought Pushing Daisies first because
a) it is made of love and win and AWESOME (and pie!)
b) it is The Little Series That Could and I really want DVD sales to go well so that it has some chance of survival
c) dude, under twenty bucks, how could I NOT?
...I swear to God, I will shut up about this at some point. Y'all know how I am: I get deeply into something for a short time, madly obsess over it for a few days (or weeks, or months), then eventually either move onto something else or recycle an older shiny. THIS TOO SHALL PASS.
Current Mood: cheerful | | Saturday, October 4th, 2008 | | 5:19 pm |
An unanticipated bonus. As is usual for Saturdays, I had breakfast with Grampa this morning, and I started to tell him all about my new obsession with Pushing Daisies. I got as far as the title before he described the premise for me. Apparently he's seen a few episodes and really liked it, which came as a TOTAL SHOCK, because normally our tastes don't merge at all and I have to explain books and movies that interest me. So not only do I have this awesome new show, I have something to bond over with Grampa!
Current Mood: pleased | | 1:38 am |
No sooner do I mention it than.... I came home after a long-ass suck-filled day at work, to find out that Shade bought me pie. <3 It's the teeniest, most adorable blueberry pie imaginable, and very tasty, too!
Current Mood:  pie is love. | | Thursday, October 2nd, 2008 | | 10:56 pm |
The world is made of flowers and pie. As of, like, three days ago I have become deeply obsessed with Pushing Daisies to the point where I'm seriously considering buying it, despite the fact that I've never seen past the first three episodes. This doesn't bother me so much; I've bought a few movies sight unseen (Pygmalion and Mulan, for example) and been thoroughly satisfied by the results. I also bought Firefly after watching maybe an episode and a half; it was enough to convince me that it was worth owning. Ultraviolet I got purely on dwg's recommendation and also because Jack Davenport is hot.
So yeah, I don't seem to be talking myself out of it as much as convincing myself to buy it. It's under $20 on amazon.com, which, score. I haven't bought anything online since Shade moved in with me and that was, what, April? I am so due.
And it's so darn cute. As averse to physical contact as I am, I'm kind of intrigued by a romantic comedy built on the premise that the lead couple can't touch each other, ever, literally on pain of death. I just really, really hope that the creators come up with some kind of loophole toward or at the end of the series to break the magical rule, because otherwise it would be seriously depressing.
And the COSTUMES. The pseudo-1950s dresses! The actual 1950s cars! And I totally want the aunts' house, although maybe with not so many birds.
And, you know, I just feel happier when I watch it. With the exception of Audrey Hepburn movies*, a lot of romantic comedies make me feel like shit. (Well, I also like Love, Actually, because Keira Knightley is cuter than a basket of kittens and Bill Nighy is made of more awesome than the rest of the population of Earth combined, but STILL.) They just remind me that everyone else in the world is happy and in love EXCEPT FOR ME and only a series of bizarre but still marginally plausible circumstances could ever get me a boyfriend.
By contrast, Pushing Daisies is a fairy tale and thus inherently unrealistic. Moreover, it's a fairy tale that gets it right, that actually has a major taboo at its core, instead of the usual "obstacle to love" shit in most romantic comedies, the kind that could be explained with a brief conversation if the parties actually bothered communicating, which for plot purposes they never really do.
And it's so bright and sunny and perversely optimistic that you can't NOT feel happier by the time the credits roll.
..............
..............
*der clickenmaus*
Well, that's settled. And now I once again crave pie.
ETA: Aaaaaand no sooner do I rave about, obsess over, and buy this wonderful show, than word has it that it's receiving poor ratings and is in danger of cancellation. BECAUSE THE WORLD HATES ME, THAT'S WHY.
Witchblade, Firefly, The Dresden Files...and now Pushing Daisies. I need to stop falling in love; I just get hurt. :(
*Which are permissible, because they aren't romantic comedies, they're Audrey Hepburn movies, and there is a distinction between the two. Despite the fact that, uh, Audrey Hepburn based most of her career on romantic comedies. SHUT UP, THEY'RE DIFFERENT BECAUSE I SAY SO.
Current Mood: charmed. | | Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 | | 1:00 pm |
Perchance to dream. So I'm kind of in the market for a new bed ever since the cats*, um, peed all over the mattress I've had since I was a kid (to be fair, it was a broke-ass piece of crap mattress, and it wouldn't have hurt to buy a new one anyway). This afternoon, while chair-shopping with his dad, Shade told me he found a nice futon on ridiculous clearance at the furniture store. (No, I'm not saying which one--I want dibs!). Right now I'm kind of highly poor, with rent due and Percival's vet appointment today, so my plan is to ask Grampa if he'd be willing to help me out until I can pay him back in a few weeks. I should be able to cover it in a single check...just not THIS week's check, which is for the aforementioned rent and vet bill. Ironically, I also need to buy a new pair of winter pajamas (I've been sleeping in a tee-shirt and stretchy exercise pants and it is FREEZING at night), and would like to get some newer, fluffier pillows for the sleeping. It would be nice to have, you know, a BEDROOM, instead of sleeping on the sofa as I've done for the past year. I didn't get more than a few nights on the mattress before the cats started marking like it was going out of style. Since it happened shortly after Yvaine arrived, I think it was a combination of stress and reacting to Elphaba's scent; I doubt they'd take it out on a futon. They show no inclination to mark either of the sofas or (of course) Shade's bed. Lucky me. >.<
*Mostly Percy, then Shadow caught on to the trend.
Current Mood:  hopeful | | Monday, September 29th, 2008 | | 11:04 pm |
So...yeah. After thoroughly (and deservedly) chewing me out about shirking my responsibilities lately (...not going into specifics, I'm not too proud of my behaviour lately), Shade finished with, "Are you SURE you're not manic-depressive?" He's the second person to have brought up the possibility that I'm bipolar, and he's been living with me for months. I may need to make a call to my doctor.
Weird thing is, as everything around me has slowly disintegrated, I can't remember when I last felt so consistently happy. I'm not having crying jags, my panic attacks have drastically decreased, I'm back in school, doing yoga on a regular basis, and have met people at the SCA. Apparently none of this is reflected in my personal relationships, though. Everyone--coworkers, family, friends--is angry with me, all the time, and I made no effort to improve this state of affairs.
It's a recurring theme of my life: People get angry with me, and I don't know why. Or, if they tell me why, I make no effort to change the situation. Or I make a cursory effort, then immediately slip back into old habits. I thought it was just my ADD (which was officially diagnosed when I was 12), but Shade's brother had ADHD (among other things) and even HE managed to do shit like, you know, get to work on time on a regular basis. Apparently whatever my problem is has gone far beyond ADD.
I'm TERRIFIED of an official diagnosis, though. I've had the ADD label so long that it's familiar. A life sentence, yes, but manageable, and improves with age. Bipolar? Gets WORSE with age, and is probably the poster child for mental illness, second only to maybe schizophrenia. It's a death sentence.
On top of everything else, I'm a psychological hypochondriac and I don't know if this is something worth legitimately looking into, or if it's just round 329483 in the battle of Freya's Newest Crazy and will end with nothing to show for it but insurance hassles, doctor bills, and medication mishaps (Ritalin and generic Wellbutrin being the two biggest...godDAMN that bupropion fucked me up; I'm genuinely scared of side effects now.).
And maybe I'm just dandy-fine and all this hunting for a mental illness to explain my fuck-ups is pointless. What if I'm not screwed in the head; what if I'm just a lazy selfish jerk who's wasting my life and taking advantage of the people around me? Shade did point out that I tend to fall back on my ADD an awful lot.
I just realized that in all of this, I never once thought, "What can I do to make life better for those around me?" Instead I immediately went into a self-absorbed obsession over my own inner state. And I do that CONSTANTLY. WOW.
...the first step is admitting you have a problem, at least?
Current Mood:  ashamed. | | Sunday, September 28th, 2008 | | 1:29 am |
The only downside? Now I DESPERATELY crave pie. Found a $3 shirt at Valueland yesterday. It is black (duh) with a collar, shiny snaps up the front, and three-quarter sleeves with buckles. Combined with my knee-high boots, I looked very Victoria Stilwell today. For, you see, I have decided that she is my new fashion icon. Stylish and business-like with a heavy emphasis on black and leather accessories. Appropriate for work while staying slightly edgy. <3 And of course, boooooots.
Then I went to TJ Maxx and managed to find a bra in a size that actually fits me *cough32Ccough*, for only $8.
Also Shade rented Pushing Daisies and OMG I LOVE IT. It's like Tim Burton made a Doris Day movie! Colour! Flowers! Random bursting into song! Grisly murders! Knitting! Repressed feelings! Corpses! Explosions! Pie!
And it apparently can be gotten very cheaply on DVD. *schemes omg* withyour, I don't know if you've seen it but it is right up your alley. Think Penelope, only with a higher body count.
Current Mood: cheerful | | Thursday, September 25th, 2008 | | 11:03 am |
Well...shit. Went to the job interview today. The interviewers listed off the duties: cage cleaning, maintenance, filling out rabies certificates, euthanasia and disposal.... What?
Oh, yes. I would have to put animals to sleep and then dispose of the bodies. (This was NOT in the job description on the flier I received, btw.) Now, handling dead animals wouldn't be that much of a problem. God knows I've done it before. Actually destroying perfectly healthy (and not so perfectly healthy) animals? Could be a total deal-breaker.
I understand that it needs to be done. I understand that I wouldn't be the bad guy in that situation, it's the fault of the owners who didn't properly train/vaccinate/supervise their dog, and it's an improvement over starving to death in the street. I would be happy (well, resigned) to handling all the magically dead animals they foisted onto me. I just couldn't perform the deed myself or watch it being done, and I told them as much point-blank. It's why I decided against my first career choice of veterinarian.
They said they appreciated my honesty, as most people would have sat there and smiled and nodded and lied through their teeth...then ran a mile when the needle came out and little Scrappy's time was up.
They also made a big deal out of "You know you would be handling PIT BULLS, right?" Well, duh. I have no issues with the breed. (Oddly, I'm more afraid of Shelties, mainly because I've had a lot of bad experience with the breed. I'm also not too keen on Labs.) I tried to play up my dog show experience as much as possible, and the fact that I've had exposure to a wide variety of breeds from a very young age (my grandparents started taking me to shows when I was about four or so). I also listed my personal experience with other species, but aside from the occasional cat and the very, VERY rare raccoon, 99% of my work would be with dogs.
That is, of course, if I decide to take the job. If they do offer it to me, I will explain right up front that there is no way I will be euthanizing animals, and if that means I can't accept the job then so be it. Screw the money; I don't want that on my conscience.
Current Mood: anxious | | 12:17 am |
An unexpected windfall. Well, breezefall. So in the process of cleaning the apartment so that it passes a fire code inspection, I found a $100 refund check from my last apartment, sent in May and unopened until today. Which means that I can, indeed, afford to go to the Michigan Renaissance Festival. I asked Mom about it weeks ago (although I'll probably go on a Sunday so I needn't worry about time off of work), and now I know it's possible.
And I have my job interview tomorrow, so yay for that.
Current Mood: pleased | | Wednesday, September 24th, 2008 | | 12:13 am |
Nighty-nightmare. The last couple days I've gotten up in the morning to a very concerned Shade asking if I'm okay, because my screaming and crying woke him up. ...say what?
I have no recollection of doing that at all! My sister has a history of night terrors (as she found out after living with Justin), but this is apparently a fairly recent phenomenon with me. I've been known to talk in my sleep and sound perfectly coherent (just ask, well, anyone who's ever lived with me--Shade TOTALLY FREAKED the first time he witnessed it), and even answer questions. Hell, my sister and I have carried on whole conversations in our sleep. While I rarely remember dreams, I'm awfully chatty when I'm unconscious.
But night terrors? That's new and disturbing.
Current Mood: worried | | Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008 | | 2:10 am |
Stuff! Is happening! To me! I got a call this morning from the County Humane Society. They want me to come in at 10 am, Thursday morning for an interview. *high-fives the world*
I hope this doesn't interfere with my kundalini class...but if it does, I have a back-up plan. I explained the potential job to my instructor, including the 8-5 schedule, and told her I really really need a PE credit and really really don't want to drop the yoga class. She replied that she teaches a hatha class from 5:30-7:30 pm Wednesdays, so what she'd be willing to do is credit me for the kundalini while I switch to the hatha. There are no extra books involved, it's the same number of course hours, and it's still a PE credit.
I LOVE MY YOGA TEACHER. (Well, both my yoga teachers. Hudson was there first!)
ALSO! I went down to the SCA meet/dance recital for the second time, and after we all went out for food afterward, I offered to copyedit the canton's newsletter and help out for their harvest festival (basically a day-long feast). Apparently they were all SHOCKED that I was willing to take so much on myself, since new members generally sit around at first and need a little push to participate. Which, dude, COPYEDITING. It's kind of my chosen career, and is so fun for me that I don't even consider it work.
So yes. I have made friends, secured my education, and (fingers crossed) possibly even found a new job! "Productive" doesn't even begin to cover it.
Also I showed Shade the first episode of Primeval (once it finished FRIGGIN' UPLOADING, ARGH), and he has been paleogasming ever since. To wit: "I want my very own gorgonopsid! And I would give it a saddle and ride on it, and paint its toenails, and it would love me FOREVER AND EVER." I'm only slightly paraphrasing, by the way. "Paint its toenails" is a direct quote. To be fair, I want to keep Rex as a purse dinosaur (well, okay, maybe a backpack dinosaur--he's awfully big for a purse). Apparently Shade wants a Bag of Holding gorgonopsid.
Current Mood: bouncy | | Monday, September 22nd, 2008 | | 12:47 am |
I heart my new British dinosaur show! So a while back I may have mentioned a little show that was shown as a trailer before the God-awful 10,000 BC, called Primeval. Shade and I were intrigued, because British plus dinosaurs, whee! Two great tastes that taste great together. Tonight I found episodes of the series on YouTube.
SO. MUCH. LOVE.
Not just dinosaurs, but mammal-like reptiles (therapsids? Shade, correct my terminology). And giant prehistoric arthropods. And apparently a future episode has dodos. And every single character is a huge nerd, even the ones who mock other characters for being nerds. And there's an adorably spunky blonde chick with adorably spiky blonde hair. And one really smokin' hot guy who likes to wear leather jackets and run over dinosaurs in cars (when he's not shooting them in the face with assault rifles omg). And the tiniest, cutest flying dinosaur EVER named Rex. I WANT MY OWN REX DAMMIT.
...so I may be getting this on DVD. Just so you know.
ETA: OMG HE JUST BLOWTORCHED A GIANT CENTIPEDE <3 <3 <3.
Current Mood: <3! | | Saturday, September 20th, 2008 | | 3:03 am |
*cue orchestral swelling* So during Evil Dead 2 I kept making snarky comments (which, dude, who WOULDN'T?), and at one point quipped "As God as my witness, I'll nevah be hungry again!" ...cue a totally blank look from Shade, who has never seen Gone with the Wind and didn't get the reference.
It turns out that, over ten years ago, his mom bought both the book and movie for Christmas, and while he was all, "oooh, shiny!" over the movie, he was forbidden to watch it until he read the book.
Which. Uh. That's a thousand-plus page novel. It would take weeks to properly read for the first time, and while I would recommend it as interesting in and of itself, it's not exactly required to understand the film, which is over three hours long and certainly covers plenty of ground in that time.
Not to mention, who the hell in this day and age is exposed to the book before the movie? I saw it as a small child YEARS before I read the book, as it's infinitely more accessible as a film, and like hell you'd expect a kid to read a doorstopper like that. Shade told me he thumbed through the first chapter and dropped it altogether when the prose left him cold.
So my new project is to show him Gone with the Wind. I'm not sure if he'll like it or not--My Fair Lady didn't go over too well--but it's so deeply ingrained into the popular culture that, like Star Wars, it's one of those movies that you have to see, if for no other reason that you finally understand all the references to it. The fact that the main character is a borderline sociopath with little regard for anything but the survival of herself and her people (and even there it's more on an abstract level; she fights for their welfare, but treats them like shit to their faces) might help. :D
...I totally just realized that Scarlett O'Hara? IS A SLYTHERIN.
Current Mood: amused |
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