Tuesday, March 25, 2008
(Also: since when did I become a pervy old woman?)
I say this based on Disturbia, which I watched tonight and shivered and screamed and exclaimed "oh shit!" at all the appropriate moments.
And also, you know, kind of thought the very, very, very, almost-could-be-my-son-if-I-made-very-bad-choices-in-high-school (I said almost! Give or take 5-7 years) Mr. LaBeouf was kind of ... cripes, I feel gross admitting this ... kind of hot.
Was set up!
With the low slung jeans and bare feet and spectacular house with lovely windows and ... you know, adolescent angst and longing.
This is even in the face of his questionable activities. And the audacity of figuring into the holiest of holies, the Indiana Jones saga. Even with that present in my mind.
It's official. I've grossed myself out.
(But Disturbia was a good movie.)
Friday, March 21, 2008
So last night I got a request to do one of these jobbers and it involved watching 45-minutes of a new program and then answer some questions. Wasn't actually planning on finishing it. Because it was late, there were other things I needed to do and sleeping is so very wonderful.
And I got totally hooked.
(He's very pretty, no? And Irish.)
Not just because Jason O'Mara is all clenched and tortured and gruff and terse and, at one time, shirtless.
Oh no, not because of that.
It makes me think that there is nothing creative left and soon TV will be BBC America with American accents/actors and [insert country] Idol.
I am so very jaded.
Except I'm kind of interested in what My Name is Earl would be like with a British spin.
As I write that I fear that My Name is Earl is actually a remake of a British TV show.
I'm not sure I can deal with the circularity. My head may explode.
Truly. I get caught up in doing what people tell me to do. Ruled by my superego and need to let the id out to play more. If I ascribed to that kind of stuff. And even though my CBT heart cries out against it, I totally do. Freud is such a cheeky bastard (and I never knew his middle name was Schlomo. Kind of liking him a little more now).
I've been a bad blog parent, as Bum has gently reminded me. The neglect is shameful. All my energy has been spent on fighting off a cold (which I've been kind of successful at. Though I think I may be OD-ing on B-12, Vitamin C and zinc), panicking about my dissertation and then panicking again about a huge presentation I have to give at work. With PowerPoint. In front of people. With eyes. Who will ask questions. That I will have to answer. And not run off crying. Or swearing. Or using rampant italics.
I'm just not comfortable with that.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Everything before GBS came on stage had convinced me that age has caught up with me. Drunken louts crowd-surfing and random blokes saying "oh, so how are you Irish?" had nearly made me go home before GBS came on. But, memories of Australia (where I first heard GBS) and of their previous concert made me stick it out. Then, the fantastic surprise. The introduction was well-done and RC was fab.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Spring break is half over and I've not done much of what I thought I'd have done. That means you, dear reader(s), will have to remain unentertained and/or go elsewhere for your "fun fix" for the next few days. I have two papers to finish (for a conference I'm headed off to in less than ten days), 30-some papers to grade and a journal issue to send off to the publishers.
Of course, spring has chosen this time to make itself known and it's difficult to get things done when it's 60 degrees Fahrenheit out there and people are frolicking in the streets.
One thing though: as I was sat on the metro this morning, I noticed a chap in the seat across me was reading this. I find it intriguing and wonder whether he reckons his sister is a werewolf (ontologically-speaking) or whether he wants to understand whether she is a werewolf and, if so, how to study her (epistemology).
I suppose I should get back to write those papers.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Swamped with having to grade papers, write two papers for a conference I'm headed off to in a couple of weeks, and making time for an existential crisis (it's Birthday Week this week for me) but I will stop by (all going well, of course) and write you that book review and add a few more things through the week.
For the next two days, I'm off to Woop Woop, a place that has no Internet and where my phone doesn't work.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Today, I went and saw Penelope. It feels a bit disjointed and, perhaps, should be a bit longer than it is but for a nice break in the midst of a very busy week, it was all right. It's framed as a fairy tale-ish fantasy rather than reality and that makes it work better than it shoud. I was watching James McAvoy and his utter ordinariness and (rather good, I reckoned) American accent and realised that he has the ability to make kissing a post (*cough* Keira Knightley in Atonement and Anne Hathaway in Becoming Jane *cough*) an act laden with chemistry.
He was the best part of Starter for 10, though the film itself was enjoyable and had an unexpected ending. He wasn't overshadowed by Forest Whitaker in The Last King of Scotland and (all right, please do laugh now) I have a bootlegged copy of Children of Dune nestling away on my computer's hard drive. The faun was probably an error but there's really no going right with fauns. And, Mr. JA didn't have much to do there.
A common thread so far is the class issue--and I rather like that too. The poor young lad who is seduced by upper-class trappings, falls into a life to which he can't quite fit into and is then brought crashingly down (though not always) is a consistent factor in each of these characters. Maybe that's what works. Or, maybe he just oozes chemistry (though one wouldn't be able to tell looking at him :))
I'm looking forward to Wanted now.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
But, I'll give it a shot anyway. Did I mention this is the first time I've ever won anything in a contest? Ever? Well it is and that it was a book, one of my favourite ever things is a nice bonus.
Though money would have been best, I reckon. Winning money, that is. I've never been much of a lotto player or into scratchies though I know people who do them every week. Even KiwiSis, normally quite sensible, has a strange and unbreakable attraction to scratchies. I guess it's the hope that one day we can win some cash. Yes, we can.