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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.
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Date: 2007-05-19 11:53 pm (UTC)I was afraid it was going to be pretty and not so hot plotwise. *sigh*
Velvet Goldmine. Er, what? Oh well, there’s too much pretty around, can’t be bothered.
*grinning* one of these days I shall rewatch it, just to figure out what the hell went on...
Ladies in Lavendar
I never saw the end to this. Maggie Smith and Judi Dench were great, but the plot was irritating me.
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.
well of course! mmrm, Sir Percy has made me all gooey eyed ever since that was first made. I have it taped off tv. of course, I had read the book earlier and loved that too. ^_^ never bothered with most of the sequels, though.
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
you hadn't seen this before? such awesomeness. Claire (my roomie) showed it to me in my 2nd year, and I got a whole new appreciation for Terence Stamp, Hugo Weaving, and Guy Pierce. *grin*
re: the Shrek ticket line: ahahahahahahaha. some days, you can't win. *still giggling*
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Date: 2007-05-20 12:16 am (UTC)Yeah, I stopped about halfway through and came back to it the next day. It was kind of annoying. I could see the reasons why it should be sweet and touching, and it sort of was, but...
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Date: 2007-05-20 03:45 am (UTC)I never saw the end to this. Maggie Smith and Judi Dench were great, but the plot was irritating me.
What is wrong with you people? It was heartbreaking.
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Date: 2007-05-20 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-20 12:44 am (UTC)*showers with warm fuzzies and confetti*
and so forth, to cheer up, and all of a sudden I got this vision, of Elrond in full elven gear, standing on a dias and singing "Mamma Mia" while glitter and purple confetti rained down. *shakes head* still fills me with silliness, thinking about it now. ;)
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Date: 2007-05-20 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-20 03:43 am (UTC)The whole movie was made for me in the scene when Judi Dench and the boy are at the shore, and he puts his head in her lap. She hesitates for a moment and then strokes his head. *dies* The fact that they made an oldish woman falling in love with a young guy make me yearn and cry instead of yak is just... I bow down.
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?
I own this movie. Love...so...much. And yes, Guy Pearce is in that ridiculous adaptation of a magnificent book.
Beauty and the Beast (Disney). For my class, I swear.
I own this one, too. No need to swear.
Curse of the Golden Flower. Er, what?
Told you so.
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Date: 2007-05-20 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-20 05:46 am (UTC)Bought a casket of rubies at $1.50 a pound. Well, actually they were strawberries. But they might have been rubies. You never know.
Strawberries! Are the rubies of fruit! :D
Cut my hair.
Ouch. Chivalry. Hah.
I had to run out again and buy chocolate, because I was Distraught
HAH. Chocolate cures every ill.
Velvet Goldmine.
I think we have the same take on that movie. XD
Ladies in Lavender.
That movie SERIOUSLY weirded me out.
Don't let me end up like that.
The Scarlet Pimpernel (1982).
I don't remember much, other than thinking this was an awesome movie.
Beauty and the Beast (Disney).
Are you serious? You saw it in college for the first time? LAME. XD
Brain dissection.
How'd that go, btw?
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?
*snorts* AWESOME. :D
And then I ate an entire banana split all by myself and was sick afterwards. Mmm.
LOL. I love life.
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Date: 2007-05-20 03:22 pm (UTC)Well, I'd seen it in Spanish class... the year before. ;)
Brain dissection
Was cool, and a little bit disappointing because there was no actual chopping and slicing (brains are probably rare and expensive; wouldn't want to carve one up, I guess). The professor gave a very good tour of the brain on a whole one and on half of one already cut down the middle. It was really interesting, but not very messy. But. Still. Brain!
discount
The sad thing is, he gave me a student discount, but only because I handed him my student ID. So no discounts for having the same name as a character in the movie, or for being Irish. Too bad.