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timerippleWOW. I really love this song.
My resentment towards all things Fiona’s Great Canadian Adventure is being mercilessly overcome by the realization that I could buy Canadian music at non-import prices. Details in September.
Monday, May 14, 2007, 12:00 am
Things I have done this weekend:
Bought a casket of rubies at $1.50 a pound. Well, actually they were strawberries. But they might have been rubies. You never know.
Cut my hair. There should be a tenet: Cut not thy hair in anger, boredom, or general resentment toward the world. I did, and walked home sniffling ostentatiously. Unfortunately this produced no beneficial effects. Chivalry is dead. It came here to die, and they buried it in an unmarked grave and built a freeway over it.
And then I had to run out again and buy chocolate, because I was Distraught, and now I shall have pimples for a month. I even started a new Goat-Girl adventure. I’m telling you. DISTRAUGHT.
A whole lot of short Ye Olde Movie Reviewes:
Happy N’Ever After. Look, I don’t care if you are voiced by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, running around the forest looking for the prince does not count as “leading the resistance movement”. They should have let the summary-writer write the movie too.
Curse of the Golden Flower. Er, what? And, dude, I could have told you that that guy was going to be the one left standing. Terry Pratchett explains it every time Cohen the Barbarian shows up.
Velvet Goldmine. Er, what? Oh well, there’s too much pretty around, can’t be bothered.
Ladies in Lavender. I can’t help it: I really, really hate movies about violinists. Also about spelling bees, horses, and people named Fiona. But this one was kind of nice. And sad. At least the actor playing Andrea sort of mimed the more-or-less right bow movements, which normally nobody bothers with. It looked bad, but at least he made an effort. Some day it will turn out that an actor actually does play the violin. On that day I will be filled with a great and holy love, and the sun will shine on a new world order, and there will be free bubble tea for ever. And Judi Dench and Maggie Smith were lovely.
The Scarlet Pimpernel (1982). I have officially left Mr. Darcy for Sir Percival Blakeney, Baronet. Mr. Darcy is awesome, but we’re too alike. We should run mad within a fortnight. Sir Percy, on the other hand, is the life of parties, has fashion sense, and swashbuckles on a regular basis. Shut up. I can have pretend literary boyfriends if I want to.
The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I... they... um... wow. I think I cracked my jaw laughing. And isn’t that guy in The Count of Monte Cristo?
Beauty and the Beast (Disney). For my class, I swear. A couple of weeks late, but was auch immer. I think the first time I saw this in English was... first year, on Sara's new laptop, in the Pom second floor living room?
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
On the infamous BruinWalk, where people shove fliers in your face all day long, yelling at you to come to their event, give money to their cause, pledge yourself to their outrageous lifestyle...
SOME NEUROSCIENCE CLUB GUY (waving little fliers): Brain dissection?
ME (automatically): No tha- What?
SOME NEUROSCIENCE CLUB GUY (without much hope): Brain dissection.
ME: Seriously? Sweet!
SOME NEUROSCIENCE CLUB GUY (staring): There goes a madwoman.
Friday, May 18, 2007
At the movie theatre, where the line for the 5:15 showing of Shrek the Third is all of two people long...
TICKET DUDE: Wow, your name is Fiona!
ME: Yes, I know.
TICKET DUDE: Where are you from?
ME: California.
TICKET DUDE: No, I can tell, you have an accent.
ME: ...
TICKET DUDE: You’re Irish, aren’t you.
ME: ... If I say yes, will you give me a discount?
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: Shrek the Third. Cute and eminently forgettable. I loved that Artie looked just like a skinny 14-year-old Charming, though. Really.
And then I ate an entire banana split all by myself and was sick afterwards. Mmm.
My resentment towards all things Fiona’s Great Canadian Adventure is being mercilessly overcome by the realization that I could buy Canadian music at non-import prices. Details in September.
Monday, May 14, 2007, 12:00 am
Things I have done this weekend:
Bought a casket of rubies at $1.50 a pound. Well, actually they were strawberries. But they might have been rubies. You never know.
Cut my hair. There should be a tenet: Cut not thy hair in anger, boredom, or general resentment toward the world. I did, and walked home sniffling ostentatiously. Unfortunately this produced no beneficial effects. Chivalry is dead. It came here to die, and they buried it in an unmarked grave and built a freeway over it.
And then I had to run out again and buy chocolate, because I was Distraught, and now I shall have pimples for a month. I even started a new Goat-Girl adventure. I’m telling you. DISTRAUGHT.
A whole lot of short Ye Olde Movie Reviewes:
Happy N’Ever After. Look, I don’t care if you are voiced by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, running around the forest looking for the prince does not count as “leading the resistance movement”. They should have let the summary-writer write the movie too.
Curse of the Golden Flower. Er, what? And, dude, I could have told you that that guy was going to be the one left standing. Terry Pratchett explains it every time Cohen the Barbarian shows up.
Velvet Goldmine. Er, what? Oh well, there’s too much pretty around, can’t be bothered.
Ladies in Lavender. I can’t help it: I really, really hate movies about violinists. Also about spelling bees, horses, and people named Fiona. But this one was kind of nice. And sad. At least the actor playing Andrea sort of mimed the more-or-less right bow movements, which normally nobody bothers with. It looked bad, but at least he made an effort. Some day it will turn out that an actor actually does play the violin. On that day I will be filled with a great and holy love, and the sun will shine on a new world order, and there will be free bubble tea for ever. And Judi Dench and Maggie Smith were lovely.
The Scarlet Pimpernel (1982). I have officially left Mr. Darcy for Sir Percival Blakeney, Baronet. Mr. Darcy is awesome, but we’re too alike. We should run mad within a fortnight. Sir Percy, on the other hand, is the life of parties, has fashion sense, and swashbuckles on a regular basis. Shut up. I can have pretend literary boyfriends if I want to.
The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I... they... um... wow. I think I cracked my jaw laughing. And isn’t that guy in The Count of Monte Cristo?
Beauty and the Beast (Disney). For my class, I swear. A couple of weeks late, but was auch immer. I think the first time I saw this in English was... first year, on Sara's new laptop, in the Pom second floor living room?
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
On the infamous BruinWalk, where people shove fliers in your face all day long, yelling at you to come to their event, give money to their cause, pledge yourself to their outrageous lifestyle...
SOME NEUROSCIENCE CLUB GUY (waving little fliers): Brain dissection?
ME (automatically): No tha- What?
SOME NEUROSCIENCE CLUB GUY (without much hope): Brain dissection.
ME: Seriously? Sweet!
SOME NEUROSCIENCE CLUB GUY (staring): There goes a madwoman.
Friday, May 18, 2007
At the movie theatre, where the line for the 5:15 showing of Shrek the Third is all of two people long...
TICKET DUDE: Wow, your name is Fiona!
ME: Yes, I know.
TICKET DUDE: Where are you from?
ME: California.
TICKET DUDE: No, I can tell, you have an accent.
ME: ...
TICKET DUDE: You’re Irish, aren’t you.
ME: ... If I say yes, will you give me a discount?
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: Shrek the Third. Cute and eminently forgettable. I loved that Artie looked just like a skinny 14-year-old Charming, though. Really.
And then I ate an entire banana split all by myself and was sick afterwards. Mmm.
