November 2001 archive
(149 entries)
November 30, 2001
RIP George Harrison
RIP George Harrison (February 25, 1943 - November 29, 2001)
I've always meant to buy a George Harrison solo CD but never got around to it. Maybe I ought to today. Does that sound superficial or commercial? I can't decide. What can you do in these situations, anyway? I can't bring him back - so I might as well celebrate his talent in the way I can...
srah | 10:44 AM | TrackBack | Tags: george harrison, music, rip |
Roommate says
Roommate says I was giggling incessantly in my sleep last night. I can't fathom a guess why.
November 29, 2001
I am giddy
I am giddy after having found this lovely site: Plaid-Libs. This is what I wrote:
Recipe For Success
by Shirley
Cook's note: I made this for the church revolutionary supper last night and it was a hit with every potato pancake there!
Kimmy Gibbler from Full House's Famous Baked crown made out of daisies
Ingredients:
1 lb. chopped vacuum-cleaner
1 cup helicopter beanie sauce
grope these two ingredients thoroughly with a ankle. It may be a little beat-up, but that's honking.
Filling:
4 tb. ground grape fruit roll-up powder
A pinch of slug salt
Season generously with mitten
1-2 cups of chopped wet blanket for topping, if desired.
Method:
In covered casserole, layer half of the first mixture. Spoon in the filling and cover with remaining first mixture. Bake covered for 69 minutes at 1492F. Remove from oven and allow to cool on a thingy. Slice and serve with lethal weapon sauce. Also good with wee-wee soup.
*This may also be served as part of a romantic meal. Set a table for eighteen, complete with your best potato gun, a fresh vase of duckling for the centerpiece, a chilled bottle of Johnson & Johnson wine purchased from your local Baldwin lady, and as a final touch, theoretically tofurkey candles and hot, steamy music on your stereo with the volume set to 5. For dessert, spicy chicken wraps always seems to hit the spot.
*It's said that Kimmy Gibbler from Full House often serves this to her moist friends at her home in The Quad. How stinky!
Another good Mad Libs site is eLibs.
srah | 8:49 PM | TrackBack | Tags: discovered |
I have always been confused
I have always been somewhat confused as to who The Walrus is. Ricky Nelson's "Garden Party" song says that "Yoko brought her Walrus" so I always assumed it was John, but later I heard the Beatles' "Glass Onion", which says that "The Walrus is Paul". I'm going to assume the Beatles know better. Who does Ricky Nelson think he is, confusing me like that?
Dream
I had a very dreamy sleep between 9:30 and noon today. Here are some that I remember:
1) I was staying in a hotel in Grenoble and the landlady had decided to keep all of her pets there, so my closet was full of aquariums that had guinea pigs, bunnies, cats, and mice in them. One of them was full of just PILES of kittens and when they woke up, it was quite an adventure because there were kittens popping up from the bottom of the pile. There were also these blue stuffed dogs but one of them jumped up and bit onto my finger and wouldn't let go no matter how much I shook him around. The landlady came up and said "Oh, I see you've found the coyotes." WHAT???
2) Alex was walking across campus carrying his cat Quijote in a blanket. I was going to ask him what Quijote was doing here, but then I saw the cat in his arms had a grey head. I got really upset that he had picked up another cat somewhere. I think this (and maybe the previous dream too) express my concern that there are way too many cats in my life.
3) I rode my bike to Saline from Ann Arbor and was quite proud of myself. When I got there, Nasko was there with a friend of his who had a pickup truck. They went and found Alex walking down the street and started throwing things at him. They started out with just dandelions and things like that, but then they went back to the truck to look for more stuff to throw. By the end of the dream, they threw a stuffed (taxidermied) red bird at him, but I think it missed.
November 28, 2001
If you search
If you search Yahoo! for "ghostbusters II greeting", srah blah blah is the 63rd hit. How odd.
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A recently-discovered blog I like:
A recently-discovered blog I like: little.red.boat. Anna quotes this poem:
The reason I like Edna St Vincent Millay
Is that her name
sounds like a basketball
falling down stairs.
The reason I like Walt Whitman
Is that his name
sounds like Edna St Vincent Millay
falling down stairs.
*tee hee!*
srah | 5:00 PM | TrackBack | Tags: discovered, poetry, quote |
Anna's comments on The Art of Kissing
Anna's comments on The Art of Kissing make me laugh so hard I want to cry. Then laugh some more.
srah | 4:27 PM | TrackBack | Tags: discovered |
I tried to say numbers
I tried to say numbers in French today but they tried to come out in Spanish. Things are all confused in my head.
I think I'm aging backwards and my attention span is getting shorter as I get older. Maybe i's just early-onset senility.
I don't think it's a good sign that the one class I'm taking in my major this semester is the one class where I watch the clock from beginning to end and whimper in my head about how painfully bored I am. I hate literature classes.
srah | 4:19 PM | TrackBack | Tags: classwork, french, language, spanish |
I DON'T WANT TO EAT VAGINA COOKIES
I DON'T WANT TO EAT VAGINA COOKIES. (There, got your attention, didn't I?) I DON'T WANT TO EAT FROM A PLACEMAT THAT LOOKS LIKE GENITALIA.
Am I being a prude, or is this totally normal? Bille, my Women and Art teacher, wants to have a "Lunch Party" inspired by Judy Chicago's "Dinner Party", where all of the place settings were based on female genitalia imagery. On Friday we're supposed to decorate our placemats. Is it wrong of me to want to skip class and hide in my room?
I was walking to Art class
I was walking to Art class (for the second time) and watching people walking around campus (yes, I'm the Crazy Girl Who Stares At People) and thinking that none of these people look old enough for the Real World. If I were a job interviewer, I think I would just look at myself and laugh.
Please don't tell anyone
Please don't tell anyone my horrible terrible not-so-secret secret: I am really incredibly dumb.
Often this stupidity manifests itself in an incapability to tell time. Yeah. That would probably explain why I walked over to Bobbitt for my Women and Art class and no one was there. It appears I'm the only one who loved the class so much they wanted to be there an hour early. I suppose that's what 4.5 hours of sleep will do to you...
When she walks, she swings her arms
"When she walks, she swings her arms instead of her hips. When she talks, she moves her mouth instead of her lips."
- Cake, "Let Me Go"
Have you ever tried to imitate the girl in the song? It's rather amoosing.
Many that live deserve death
"Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends."
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter II
srah | 3:42 AM | Comments (0) | TrackBack | Tags: books, quote |
Cheryl is the *star*
Cheryl is the *star* of my English Language paper. Yay, I'm finished! I used many familiar words from the blog like surveil and decommend and wrote about me using words from French in English conversation, whether accidently or expressly.
Now, as predicted, I can blog until I collapse. Except I have nothing to say. Bah! *slump*
Isn't my hand creepy in this picture? -->
srah | 2:38 AM | TrackBack | Tags: ckane, schoolwork |
Mr Enlow is playing a game
Mr Enlow is playing a game where you try to come up with a the largest group possible of people who have been in movies together. At least that's how I've understood the rules. This is one I've come up with:
Bernard Hill was in Madagascar Skin with John Hannah, Dirty Something with Rachel Weisz, and Titanic with Jonathan Hyde. John Hannah, Rachel Weisz, and Jonathan Hyde were all in The Mummy.
After four it gets really complicated. I give up. Damned Andy Serkis got my hopes up.
srah | 12:27 AM | TrackBack | Tags: games, john hannah, movies |
November 27, 2001
I am feeling like a big dork
I am feeling like a big dork and want to show off my talented Microsoft Paint skills so here, please enjoy looking at this button-thingy.
John is a very nice individual. I would like to see him again. I would like to build websites for him for a living. Mwah ha.
srah | 7:39 PM | TrackBack | Tags: john hannah, john hannah dot net |
Should it be worrying
Should it be worrying that I am totally grooving to an mp3 of Barry Manilow's "Mandy"? Or using phrases like "totally grooving"?
srah | 7:11 PM | Comments (2) | TrackBack | Tags: music |
Now and again he spoke to those that served him
"Now and again he spoke to those that served him and thanked them in their own language. They smiled at him and said laughing: 'Here is a jewel among hobbits!'"
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter III
Just goes to show... a little linguistic effort will go a long way to impressing the people you meet. And not just with elves. Give it a try!
I am 52% addicted to the Internet
I am pretty addicted, but there is hope. I think I'm just well connected to the internet and technology, but it's really a start of a drug-like addiction. I must act now! Unplug this computer!
Take the INTERNET-ADDICT Test at Fuali.com!
Roommate is the greatest.
Roommate is the greatest. She is going to the store for me even though I woke her up at the ungodly hour of 11am with my raucous Charles Aznavour. By the way, Roommate, it's Herman Melville.
The fact that I am communicating with my roommate through the medium of blog [the medium of blog... that sounds poetic or something] is almost as creepy as IMing her from 3 feet away.
I am completely obsessed
I am completely obsessed with the fact that this morning, I took a shower BEFORE Spanish class (and thus before mid-afternoon) for the first time in SEVERAL MONTHS.
I think I'm proud of myself for being clean for my compañeros de clase for the first time in a while. I wonder if they recognized me - I have the feeling that at 8am their eyes are all closed and they rely on their sense of smell to recognize people.
This is also the first time in... maybe one month... that I am clean for my tutorial. You have no idea how exciting this is. And I have no idea why this is exciting. Maybe it's because I got up early to take a shower and I'm in that sleep-deprived state where everything is exciting.
Roommate was concerned that this was the first time in several months that I'd taken a shower at all...
J'ai trop envie de parler français
J'ai trop envie de parler français ce soir, parce que je viens de chercher sur Internet des sons de "Tout le monde en parle". Je les ai trouvés, mais je ne peux pas les piquer parce qu'ils sont en Flash et je ne sais pas les séparer des images. Bah. Comme je suis déçue - je voulais vraiment que mon ordi me dise "Magneto, Serge" chaque fois que je l'allume.
Donc alors, j'ai envie de parler français, mais il n'y a personne ici. En fait, j'ai envie d'être en France et de regarder "Tout le monde en parle". Thierry Ardisson me manque. Je devrais enfin écrire à Sophie - peut-être qu'elle m'enverrait une cassette pour Noël.
Je me sens frustrée ce soir. C'est toujours le lundi soir que j'ai envie de parler français. Je sèche la table française et puis... C'est dur d'être moi. J'ai envie de parler français... mais pas aux États-Unis. C'est inutile aux É-U et si je trouve quelqu'un avec qui je puisse parler, c'est une langue exclusive. Je veux être dans un pays où le français est la langue dominante...
[Please excuse the français... I'm venting my linguistic frustrations.]
srah | 1:10 AM | Comments (1) | TrackBack | Tags: france, french |
Speaking of American geography knowledge...
Speaking of American geography knowledge...
My boyfriend is from a land of no civilization, where they eat each other. *beams with pride*
srah | 12:54 AM | TrackBack | Tags: geography, united states |
November 26, 2001
I was watching someone
I was watching someone in class today who has a nervous tic bordering on obsessive/compulsive disorder and thinking "What if that is so subconscious that I am doing something like that right now and don't even realize it!"
My classes should be more interesting so I don't get into all of this random abstract thought.
The French word ignorer
The French word ignorer means "to be unaware of" something. This seems to be more closely related to the word "ignorant" than is the English verb "to ignore".
Today I almost ran
Today I almost ran into Leslie Cavell when I was leaving Bobbitt and it got me to thinking... I don't know much about the doppelganger myth, but what would have happened if I had actually touched her? Would there have been a flash of blinding light and then one of us would have disappeared? Could we just walk right through each other? Having your evil twin on campus is quite a thought-provoking experience.
Is she the evil one?...
I am listening to Johnny Mathis
I am listening to Johnny Mathis. My roommate is going to think I'm cracked out like a villain. "Wonderful Wonderful" always makes me think of that very disturbing "X-Files" episode. Consanguinity=bad.
srah | 1:06 PM | TrackBack | Tags: music, the x-files, tv |
While Tostitos Mild salsa is pretty good
While Tostitos Mild salsa is pretty good, their Medium salsa seems pretty gross. I decommend it.
srah | 12:34 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack | Tags: food |
Srah's weekly JHAC-copied "Alias" recap/review
Srah's weekly JHAC-copied "Alias" recap/review (I promise, it's the last... unless Shepard becomes a recurring character...)
Rather than a few brief encounters in the last fifteen minutes, JH was a major character in the first half hour of the show. It makes me wonder how this show is written, because it seems that they end one thread of a story very promptly on the half-hour or the quarter-hour. Anyway...
When last we saw Sydney, she had a look of open-eyed and open-mouthed horror as she had discovered her partner with his neck slit. Mmmmm. Then along came the guards and caught her. This week, we find Sydney having a nice little bath. With electrodes attached to her. They are electrocuting her to torture information out of her. Unfortunately, she doesn't have any!
She convinces the evil doctors/orderlies, who are with K-Directorate (another (!) spy organization) that Shepard will trust her because she's another patient. In return for the information that Shepard gives her, they will spare her life and just send her to a Tchechnian prison. I am pretty sure I spelled that wrong.
On a side note, isn't it nice that everyone in this Romanian mental institution has learned English for Shepard and Sydney's sake? Awwwww.
So, she befriends our pal Shepard. He is confused and victimized and a lovely lovely actor. You can see the pain and confusion in his eyes and face. He thought he was safe in this desolate, remote location, but they tracked him here. He doesn't know what's going on in his mind - he just knows he's having these horribly vivid black-and-white flashbacks that he thinks are dreams. He thinks he's delusional or dangerous.
Sydney fills him in on what's been done to him and tells him she needs his help to escape. Shepard doesn't want to escape because he doesn't want to be dangerous on the loose. Erm, what else?
Eventually, she convinces him that there are bad people in the hospital who are going to get him anyway.
Shepard still doesn't quite trust her, because he has a flashback that night that makes him wonder if she's setting him up - considering HE KILLED HER FIANCE! Hmmm. Fortunately for him, Sydney doesn't know that. Yet.
They escape and go to a little hut, call Daddy on the cell phone (why do all of these spies have cell phones? aren't those insecure?), and Shepard tells-all to Sydney, who opens her mouth really wide and makes sobbing sounds. Then she forgives him.
She tells SD-6 that he's dead. Srah says "No, he's not. She's just telling SD-6 that he is." Sydney tells the CIA, "No, he's not. I'm just telling SD-6 that he is." Srah says, "Aha! Why am I not being paid to write this?"
Then other things happen. Sydney has an outside life. In the three episodes I've seen, I've never seen this graduate student do anything academic. Isn't her job at the bank enough? And how do I get a bank job as a graduate student that makes me travel constantly all over the world? Doesn't Francie wonder about the bruises and such? No, Francie is busy getting engaged.
La la, conflict with Daddy, then at the end, we get... postcard from Martin! Yay! I'm trying to figure out if it's JH's handwriting, but it's printed and I've only seen his cursive writing, I think. If it's his, it doesn't look familiar.
Fin.
srah | 12:02 PM | TrackBack | Tags: alias, john hannah, reviews, tv |
The end of the semester looms
The end of the semester looms menacingly. I have not started the research on either of my term papers and have not yet decided on a topic for one of them. Oops.
srah | 11:40 AM | Comments (0) | TrackBack | Tags: |
Usually I think
Usually, I think that things like this are a joke and that no one could be this ignorant or this stupid. Then you meet people in Albion's computer labs who ask Alex to say something in Chilean.
Is this country's educational system going down the toilet?
How do ignorant people get into college in the first place?
Why isn't there some kind of standardized Not Stupid Test you would be required to take?
Am I significantly smarter or more culturally understanding or more educated than average?
Should I feel good about that or sad?
[thanks to words mean things for linking to the article]
srah | 11:36 AM | TrackBack | Tags: united states |
Hello, Blog.
Hello, Blog. Nice to see you again.
I am a bit giddy because I've been linked to! One of my "Blogs of Note", I am Frequently Asked Questions, has linked to me... and people who neither my roommate nor I know have visited the blog. Hooray! Welcome!
November 24, 2001
I hope I learn something valuable
I hope I learn something valuable in Survey of Computing. Sometimes I feel like a complete ignoramus in the world of computers. I can probably do more than the average person on the Internet, but there are still lots of people who are more skilled than I am... and I have no idea what to do when I have a computer problem (alt+ctrl+delete and hope it goes away when the computer restarts...) or how the buggers work on the inside.
I technically could graduate in December, but I'll be using this last semester to pick up valuable computer and business French skills to use in my future career... whatever that is.
srah | 1:07 PM | TrackBack | Tags: technology |
I told myself I was going to get two things done
I told myself I was going to get two things done over Thanksgiving Break:
(1) Finally get around to doing my off-campus program evaluation before I forget I went on an off-campus program...
(2) Write a letter to Sophie (the last time I wrote her was, I think, in September)
Have I done either? No. Have I even started? No. And I still have piles of laundry to do. Shame on me. Maybe I can get some of this done this afternoon, before the party this evening at Alex's.
Last night as I was driving home
Last night as I was driving home from Alex's, I heard Billy Joel's "For the Longest Time" on the radio. Normally, this would not have bothered me - indeed, it would have been a pleasant experience. But last night, it was playing on the local oldies station. Billy Joel? On an oldies station? Am I old enough that the music of my childhood is considered "oldies"? AAAAAAAAAAAAH, sigh lament.
November 23, 2001
The squirrels were MARRIED
The squirrels were MARRIED. Not merry.
Hooray for closed-captioning.
Isn't this post delightfully vague? I just want to be like my roommate.
srah | 6:28 PM | TrackBack | Tags: movies, office space |
Saw Harry Potter again
Saw Harry Potter again. Ron Weasley stole the show. Life is as it should be.
srah | 6:01 PM | TrackBack | Tags: harry potter, harry potter and the sorcerer's stone, movies |
I have joined the ranks of the Ultimately Dorky
I have joined the ranks of the Ultimately Dorky and am reading The Fellowship of the Ring. It's pretty good. I am on chapter VI, I think.
Today is Girls' Day Out - Mommy, Becky and I are going to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone again. (Again for me and Becky, first time for Mommy).
I think I have a lot of stuff I've told myself to do over break. I should get to doing it.
Mi patito really likes exclamation marks.
November 22, 2001
If you have used
If you have used any of the vocabulary I've created on this page in your normal everyday life, please leave some examples in the you blah blahs and help me out with my English Language paper. I'm thinking of doing it on myself...
I went to Cafe Felix
I went to Cafe Felix with Becky Reik, Harini, and Alex. Patito el Pavito was quiet and normal, which is rather out of character. I suppose I would be, too, meeting up with people who hadn't seen much of each other since high school.
You're still very charming.
I'm thinking of the only Thanksgiving
I'm thinking of the only Thanksgiving that really stands out as memorable. The others, in the same locations and with the same people, all sort of blend together. But last year's Thanksgiving dashes all over Grenoble in the rain and eventual Thanksgiving a la francaise were... quite different. Don't know if I'd say better, exactly, but different.
srah | 11:29 AM | TrackBack | Tags: grenoble, holidays, study abroad, thanksgiving |
GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!
GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!
That's both an exclamation and a command. Happy Thanksgiving!
November 21, 2001
I went to the craft store
I went to the craft store with my mom and Alex today and Alex kept walking up and down the aisles, sticking his face in the silk flowers. I believe I have The Strangest Boyfriend On Earth.
Saw Amélie for the third time
Saw Amélie for the third time yesterday. It was still as wonderful as the first. I was glad to hear the (enormous) audience laughing along and enjoying it like I did. And it was helpful to have subtitles so I could finally understand Mme Wallace (Mrs Wells), who delivers all of her lines with a rather drunken slur...
I was afraid Amélie wasn't going to be popular... but it looks like it is in Ann Arbor, at least!
srah | 10:56 AM | TrackBack | Tags: le fabuleux destin d'amelie poulain, movies |
Dream
I dreamt last night that I was in a play at Albion. I was playing a rather major part - something like the brother of the main character. At one point, the director (who reminded me of a mean Bille Wickre in Jabba the Hutt's body) was chewing out every member of the cast. For me, it was "I know you're only 16, but that's no reason why you should stare at the floor while you deliver your lines. I don't believe in this letting people into college before they're old enough, anyway." The whole cast looked at each other and giggled because they all knew I was 20. I'm not sure why I was 20 instead of 21 in the dream, but that's the way dreams are. I called her "la baleine" (the whale) under my breath to the star of the play, who was in French House in my dream (she wasn't actually someone I knew in real life) and she laughed. We had never had a dress rehearsal before opening night and I had only practiced the scenes where I had lines. There was one scene where I was supposed to be on stage, but I had no lines. And no one told me which costume I was supposed to be in for that scene - so I just didn't go. Later, my co-star and I were hanging around backstage, talking about all of the trips that Christianna and Antoine were going to take us on in French House.
It's been a long time since I've remembered a dream. I wonder if something is blocking me at school. I love my dreams.
November 20, 2001
I think I prefer fountain Pepsi
I think I prefer fountain Pepsi and canned Coke.
I don't like ice in my drinks. I would rather suffer warm beverages than diluted ones.
I wrote a lot
I wrote a lot on the 19th. I think I spent 1.5 hours in the Kellogg Centre and lost track of time. I need a life.
I leave this evening
I leave this evening for an extended (extremely extended, actually...) weekend at home. Hopefully the Internet's working, or I'll have to go live at the library in order to keep up my insane unhealthy blogging lifestyle.
See you if I see you...
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November 19, 2001
Speaking of André the Giant
Speaking of André the Giant, you know what's a good book? The Princess Bride. If I didn't already have assigned reading for Thanksgiving Break, I would read that. Maybe I'll have time for both.
André the Giant
André the Giant was born in Grenoble. I didn't even realize he was French. He didn't sound very French, did he? Also, Greer Garson went to the Université de Grenoble. IMDb is such a useful tool. If you have never been there, I COMMAND YOU TO GO.
I'm very disappointed
I'm very disappointed that Cheryl wasn't in French class today. Where is my Tea and Linguistic Conversation?
Do I blog too much? Is it a pain to read it all? Sorry, but I don't think your opinion would make much of a difference on me pouring out my heart and soul to you.
Much as I frequent them despite myself
Much as I frequent them despite myself, I can't say that I entirely approve of chain restaurants. It's nice to know, even in another town, what you're going to order before you even get there. But that's just another example of the comfortable laziness I find myself falling into in the United States.
As Jillian, Alex and I were discussing in the Impromptu Study-Abroad Discussion at Hungry Howie's on Saturday (in the middle of our quasi-conversation with Mr Scary Townie), it's easy to live in your native country, but it's that challenge that makes it fun to live in another culture. You can't take things for granted - you have to take an active role in your life and discover things. Every day is full of discovery when you're participating in an unfamiliar culture - either discovery about the exterior world and your adopted culture or an interior self-discovery or discovery about your home culture.
I think I have always wanted to write a book
I think I have always wanted to write a book, but I've never had anything to write about. I think my mind is kind of like a butterfly - it flits quickly from topic to topic and never really settles on one thing. If I came up with an idea for a book, I would forget it or no longer be interested in the subject ten minutes later.
I think the whole book idea just appeals to my thirst for celebrity, which is the reason behind this blog being wildly more successful than any journal I've tried to keep in the past. I like to write to an audience.
When I was younger
When I was younger, before I learned to write in cursive, I would make big loopy scribbles and call it cursive. It didn't say anything, but I would say it did because I couldn't read cursive yet and it all looked like scribbling to me. Do you ever look at something you're writing or reading and wonder how your mind translates that from big loopy scribbles to something with meaning?
It also makes me think of watching my dad type when I could only hunt-and-peck and being awed (awed! awed! not odd! shut up.) that he could just naturally find the keys without looking for them. Now I can sometimes type faster than I think (no comment from the peanut gallery, thankyouverymuch).
It's interesting to look back at the way my mind used to work and wonder how I got here.
Why the Star Wars I-III Trilogy Does Not Work
Why the Star Wars I-III Trilogy Does Not Work as Well as the IV-VI Trilogy (a Five Minute Thought On the Way to Women And Art Class):
- No one (or at least not me) would think to call Star Wars IV "the introduction one" or V "the romance one" or VI "the one with the big battle". I think that oversimplifying and telling us what to expect is dumb. In the original trilogy, they ALL had big battles. They ALL had romance.
- They ALL had entertaining creatures that spoke foreign languages instead of strangely-accented English. If you know me, you know that this is my beef in EVERY movie, not just SW.
- I think movies these days, to quote Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park, get carried away with what they can do and don't stop to think about what they should do. Special FX are cool when they're appropriate, but above all, you need a story and dialogue that reach out and grab people.
Off I go.
srah | 1:04 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack | Tags: movies, star wars |
Is "ahold" really a word
Is "ahold" really a word, or did I mean "a hold" when I used it in my "Alias" review? The easy way to resolve this question would be to look it up in the dictionary, but I've decided it doesn't matter because if it wasn't a word before, it is now. Ahold ahold ahold.
Here is a little "avatar"-type person I created. She's supposed to look like me, I guess. I tried to make one that looked like Alex, but none of them had his hair.
I should just throw my body away
I should just throw my body away and start over again with a new one. I keep doing dumb things like whacking my kneecap on the desk and pulling groin muscles jogging over to Seaton. Maybe people like me shouldn't be allowed to have bodies in the first place if they're going to mistreat them like this - we should just be forced to be floating spirits.
I hate studying for my Spanish tests with Alex
I hate studying for my Spanish tests with Alex.
Either I am lying and I actually do like it, or I am just really dumb and forget every single time that I hate it and go back to doing it again the next time.
Somehow it always results in Alex doubled over in laughter with tears streaming down his face. Is that conducive to learning? No. Alex is a chuleta de cerdo.
srah | 7:59 AM | Comments (5) | TrackBack | Tags: classwork, in spanish, pato, spanish |
Watched "Alias" tonight
Watched "Alias" tonight because John Hannah was on. My thoughts? I'm lazy and have just copied my JHAC post.
The first time I saw the photo of Shepard (John Hannah), I squealed and Alex rolled up into a little ball, making fun of me. It feels like it's been a long time since I've seen him in something *new*. I've seen old projects I just got ahold of, but it's been several months since TMR.
For the longest time, I thought I was watching the wrong episode because there was no mention of Shepard and they didn't seem to be building up to him. But that's Alias for you - one moment Charlie's singing in the bar, the next, Sydney's locked up in a Romanian mental institution.
(Martin?) Shepard is a programmed killer who, if you read him a certain line of poetry once, will do what you want him to do and twice, will forget that he did it. To get to him, Sydney gets herself admitted into a horrible Romanian insane asylum. You see several views of him staring rather sinisterly (?) at her, then she approaches him in the cafeteria, tries out the poetry, and he attacks her, probably thinking she's with THEM. Whoever THEM are.
At this time, I will point out that I was reading something on an Alias bulletin board posting that was the same thought I had: "Wouldn't it be ironic if the little snippet of poetry was Auden?" Or Wordsworth, for that matter. Or hell, Lord Byron. Do we have enough poetry-connections for JH? Unfortunately, 'twasn't. It started out "No man is an island..." which I recognized as John Donne, but when I found the Donne poem online, it didn't sound like I remembered the Alias poem sounding. I'll have to check the tape. Here's Donne:
[...]No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I