tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196190881741407962024-02-19T05:59:44.323-05:00Farewell, OpheliaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-60625733175128706312011-09-26T21:58:00.000-04:002011-09-26T21:58:29.254-04:00Forum Flasback...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15p5vli_dS99EkGGWXBlnNQby2kLWZ7zGpUQaqucjN7yccqP3nLFfIySsCAjQADpuJk7hkG8Ve49cmo8oZL66k6orvCvQ5bMj2ACVzT878qsZ3CNddpsvqzjjbtBmYgVo1XO3qEm9ljzr/s1600/forum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15p5vli_dS99EkGGWXBlnNQby2kLWZ7zGpUQaqucjN7yccqP3nLFfIySsCAjQADpuJk7hkG8Ve49cmo8oZL66k6orvCvQ5bMj2ACVzT878qsZ3CNddpsvqzjjbtBmYgVo1XO3qEm9ljzr/s1600/forum.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I found this in the depths of Facebook. Dude, this show was stressful (I will NEVER do a musical again) but fun. I played a Protean, so I got to be more than one character, which I always love doing. My hair looks fantastic. What happened?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-68896668787294259092011-09-24T13:06:00.002-04:002011-09-24T22:11:28.492-04:00I'm going where the cold wind blows20 years ago today Nirvana's <i>Nevermind</i> album was released. Pretty much anyone who knows me, knows that Nirvana is my favouritist-favourite band. The band that you don't always mention when someone asks you your favourite music because it's a given. I think no other album has stood the test of time like <i>Nevermind</i> (although <i>In Utero</i> in my favourite) and whether you like Nirvana or not, you have to admit that they changed the sound of popular rock music from the smooth, polished guitar and vocals of hair metal, to the deeper, rougher sound we've become accustomed to.<br />
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Instead of posting "Smells Like Teen Spirit" or "Come As You Are," I'm sharing one of my favourite, lesser known songs; one that I think is particularly haunting, considering.<br />
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Nirvana performing their cover of Lead Belly's "Where Did You Sleepy Last Night?" from <i>Unplugged</i>.<br />
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Some interesting things about this performance- It almost didn't happen, as Kurt Cobain and the MTV producer's didn't agree about most of Nirvana's choices for the performance, from their choice of The Meat Puppies as guests (MTV wanted someone like Tori Amos), the lack of Nirvana "hits" on the set-list, to the stage decorations (lilies and black candles, which the producers said looked like a funeral to which Cobain said, "Exactly.") When it came time for the actual performance, Cobain, suffering from drug withdrawal and the health issues that plagued him his whole life, almost couldn't go on. He was unable to sit in the high stools everyone else was seated in, so a computer chair was found for Cobain, and, as they say, the show goes on. <br />
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After the band finished "Where Did You Sleep Last Night," the producers wanted an encore. Cobain refused, saying he couldn't top the performance he just gave.<br />
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Kurt Cobain committed suicide 4 months later.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-77638701158963955312011-09-20T17:42:00.000-04:002011-09-20T17:42:45.050-04:00I'm on <a href="http://farewellophelia.tumblr.com/">tumblr.</a> And... (don't say it) <a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/LenaConway">Twitter</a> (shut up!)<br />
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On another note, Eluveitie, the Swiss pagan metal band, are fantastic. I love pagan metal, I think the combination of tradition folk instruments and harsh vocals is really interesting. Shane wants a tattoo like the one the lead singer has on his lower arm/palm. You can see it in this video.<br />
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Inis Mona is also one of my favourites. The video is kinda meh, but the song is fantastic.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty much me by chapter 2</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I read a little more, now using gloves to turn the pages and a clothespin to protect my delicate nose from the stench of the bad writing. Then I got to Chapter 18 (yeah, <i>that</i> chapter) and my soul shriveled up and died. I <i>never</i> don't finish a book... and I still haven't been about to finish <i>Breaking Dawn</i>. It's just that bad.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The thing that bothers me most about <i>Twilight</i> is that Edward is blatantly abusive and young girls look at him as the model for a perfect partner. He has an uncontrolled temper, exhibits extreme, irrational jealousy and a desire for control (basically the whole plot of <i>Eclipse</i>, and where I personally started to become uncomfortable) and, one of the more disturbing considering the target age range of the books- use of force during sex (the whole "violent-sex-honeymoon-chapter"... just... just... what the <i>hell</i> was Meyers doing?).</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyways, so time for laughs now, okay?</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/17600000/Reason-16-harry-potter-vs-twilight-17603702-500-413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/17600000/Reason-16-harry-potter-vs-twilight-17603702-500-413.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And while we're at it, I highly recommed the <a href="http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/07/16/blogging-twilight-index-page">Blogging Twilight</a> series of posts of sparklife.com. Essentially the guy had the exact same reactions that I had when reading the books, and, funnily enough, <a href="http://community.sparknotes.com/2010/10/21/blogging-breaking-dan-part-18">wanted to stop reading at the same part I did</a> (yeah, <a href="http://community.sparknotes.com/2010/10/21/blogging-breaking-dawn-part-18-revisted"><i>that</i> chapter</a>.).<br />
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<blockquote>[T]his is perverted freak fan-fiction, the kind of crap you'd find if you searched the internet for "perverted freak fan-fiction." This isn't lovely. This isn't romantic. This is wrong. It's wrong on every level. Only on opposite day could I say with a clear conscience that Chapter 18 wasn't the very worst thing I had ever read, and even then I would scream, "Opposite Day!" so loud glass would shatter and butterflies would lose their wings. <br />
Jacob loves a baby?! A baby!? He wants to marry a baby?!!?<br />
I made a lot of jokes about Quil, and he deserved the mockery. But at least Quil had the decency to fall in love with someone that could form words, eat solid foods, and support her own neck.<br />
Jacob…I…I don't know what to say. But I don't hate you, Jacob. It's not your fault. It's the fault of your master, the Shadow Queen.<br />
And to those who say Jacob's love for baby Optimus Beyonce is pure and innocent, I say, "PFFFFFFFF!" And if you try that argument again, I will say, "Double-PFFFFF!" So Jacob is going to be a father figure for Optimus until she's of age? What age? Is there a switch in Optimus' belly that can be flipped from "Cute Kid" to "Sexually Attractive Woman"? When will Jacob know it's OK to give Optimus a special hug? Is Imprinting bound by the laws of the government? On her 18th birthday, will Jacob look at her and suddenly realize: <i>You know what? This child that I cared for is actually very sexy. Maybe I should do her. ...</i></blockquote>Which is pretty much word-for-word the way I felt about that chapter. I can't wait to see how they're going to pull of <i>that</i> chapter in the movie. Or, wait, no, I can...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-21596421711871245902011-09-09T01:40:00.001-04:002011-09-09T02:12:06.539-04:00New Headshot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Vy7UoPM0bDQ567sjFebbtsLvt_w2BFmsJfRqmyfy9En99XC_fBoiyeqUBr05tuqt_v63mk7gpNGAGKZmuxb0RELsVBMXCp3L3V-PZn2DfULhnDSCQS8iXKVDHsC7lNbom9ipz-k-Pxr9/s1600/headshot2011_2withname+focus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Vy7UoPM0bDQ567sjFebbtsLvt_w2BFmsJfRqmyfy9En99XC_fBoiyeqUBr05tuqt_v63mk7gpNGAGKZmuxb0RELsVBMXCp3L3V-PZn2DfULhnDSCQS8iXKVDHsC7lNbom9ipz-k-Pxr9/s400/headshot2011_2withname+focus.jpg" width="320" /></a><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9QuA1Ze28VKJJYfXZ5Kc25EhdjcrL5MI9L3REnggHi2yFp1j-Ku6PcNqb45CGNk68YYvkOXQ4tOClTdU1Jg9GusjTKeW6-uXbs8ZM-U0CY8JA2xtH-iKqvjiDF0_aMsJXiIUQKbzcfkd/s400/headshot2_2011_1.jpg" width="320" /></div><br />
I needed a new headshot really badly, since I got my hair cut. I think I look disturbingly tan in these pictures. I'm not really crazy about them, but I payed $50 for the both at Picture People (shh! don't tell). I edit them myself, and I haven't gotten very far with the one on the left. I can't decide which one I like more... or rather, dislike less.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-28155267985819172402011-09-03T02:36:00.000-04:002011-09-03T02:36:23.317-04:00Why is it I'm only inspired after midnight?I've been feeling super crappy lately; I think my thyroid is way off again, plus I have my period so I feel anemic to boot. I got blood-work done today (a saga in-and-of itself), so hopefully the thyroid thing will be sorted out soon. But anyways, as a result of all of the above, I pretty much slept all day. Now it's after 2am and I'm still kicking.<br />
You may remember my idea about playing both Gwendolen and Cecily in "the tea scene." Well, I have been plagued by several logistical issues. <br />
1) Costumes. I have a dress that works for Cecily (the lovely Gunne Sax dress worn by the girl who played Cecily when I did the show in high-school actually belongs to me, score), but I'd need something for Gwendolen (I was never happy with my costumes). And a fantastic hat. And maybe a wig, now that I've cut my hair. It'd be hard for me to legitimize spending that money just for a "funsies" project.<br />
2) Location. Filming outside is a B.I.T.C.H. under normal circumstances. Outside noises, wind, traffic, passersby, lighting, all sorts of things make me want to vomit when the production moves outdoors. Double that with trying to keep the continuity between the different shots... it would be like pulling teeth. I've also had a hard time finding a location that I like. There's nothing around that looks "manor garden" around here. Just horses. And grass. And.... horses. <br />
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I'm thinking about my sewing projects and <i>blam!</i> It hits me. Why not set it in the late '50s/early '60s and set it indoors, during a party? And at night so the curtains are closed! I took a look at the script, and I think it can be done. I have to do some creative editing around the cake and sugar part (I think I'm just going to have one of the girls throw their drink in the others face), but it should work okay. I was already planning on making some early 1960s wear anyway! (On a side note, we need to plan lots of vintage-themed parties so I can wear this stuff.)<br />
So, costuuuuumes!<br />
I bought 3 yrds each of stretch taffeta (I got really excited by the idea of <i>stretch(!)</i> taffeta and it was on sale, so...) in these colours<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Purple!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peacock Blue (my favourite)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">B6582</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">B5603</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I'm going to make Gwendolen's dress with Butterick 6582, probably view B (the blue), maybe A (black with bows). My plan is to first make the dress as-is in black, then fool around with the neckline to make it more... Gwendolen. She does like to show-off, after all.<br />
Everyone's favourite "innocent" English rose has to have a circle skirt, and I found another Butterick pattern that looks like something dear Uncle Jack would let Cecily wear.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "bathrobe" B5152</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The perfect pink taffeta</td></tr>
</tbody></table> I found a pink taffeta for a good price that will be perfect.<br />
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The best part is, I bought all this, plus five yards of duchess satin for a vintage "bathrobe*" and it was right around $100. I also bought lining and sew-in interfacing and zippers. Take <i>that,</i> JoAnns.<br />
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</tbody></table>*It's not really a bathrobe. It's actually an evening dress from the late 40s. But, it's built a lot like a bathrobe. And, frankly, it looks like a bathrobe. I'm doing the long-sleeved version and ditching the shoulder pads. I've always wanted a fantastic bathrobe to lounge about in that I don't mind somebody seeing me in. My current one is made out of fleece and looks like crazy cat-lady wear.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-12423008438489000862011-08-31T00:08:00.001-04:002011-08-31T00:10:14.288-04:00One Month Old!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kittens are four weeks old, believe it or not. It seems like just yesterday they were little milk-parasites. They really seem like mini-cats now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are a lot of pictures of Skittles today. She loves to sit in my lap and make cute faces, so, that's how that happened. Plus, her siblings wouldn't hold still. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had to expand <i>HMS Love Burrito</i>, so now it's more of a compound than a boat, alas. I also flipped the boxes over so the walls would be taller. Leela (formally Oscar) crawled out about 4 days ago, fulfilling everyone's exceptions of her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The black cat is now called Black Jack, or Jack (or Jax) for short. Dad commented how he looks like a Halloween cat which made us think of Jack Skellington... then Black Jack, cuz it sounds cool. He's kind of lazy, and always has a confused look on his face, so Vi and I want to call him Fry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/2/29661/1095675-futurama_fry_looking_squint_super.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skittles is practicing her "cat that caught the canary" face for when she will be able to actually catch canaries.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teaching Skittles how to take obnoxious profile pics</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-82160631649772779332011-08-26T11:07:00.001-04:002011-08-26T11:11:55.006-04:00Hair cut!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwpzwdfKNH8tMtSSk8ahu_PlJAg48cmWFUpswlN6xKIzYCN1tVDBDKVt9KPFtB472LDvPzLhaiu3J0kDgnikpZzZO-24I2lyFRcq6RobQSq5MjE5rOhQqosdwgY4Eaw9luc_29fqgP-xi/s1600/329942_10150776432700445_684825444_20560677_4834584_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwpzwdfKNH8tMtSSk8ahu_PlJAg48cmWFUpswlN6xKIzYCN1tVDBDKVt9KPFtB472LDvPzLhaiu3J0kDgnikpZzZO-24I2lyFRcq6RobQSq5MjE5rOhQqosdwgY4Eaw9luc_29fqgP-xi/s320/329942_10150776432700445_684825444_20560677_4834584_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Got my hurrr cut, which meant I had to do a Grace Kelly/Betty Draper style, then I had to put on earrings, etc...<br />
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On the Kitten front... They can run in short little bursts and do these funny frog hop pounces. They also have teeth. I don't know when that happened, but it did. I'm going to start the weaning process soon. Coco is really sick of them, lol. They keep playing with her her face and tail when she's trying to do stuff.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-26478568581692610972011-08-23T00:58:00.001-04:002011-08-23T00:59:19.772-04:00"I'm not fat, just fluffy"In other news, the kittens were three-weeks old yesterday. I decided today that we should start weighing them, to keep an eye on their progress. Our food-weighing-thingy even has a convenient kitten shaped bowl!<br />
FYI, Oscar isn't a he, as I suspected. I'm thinking Ophelia will be her name, Leela for short (Shakespeare and Futurama reference in one name! Nerd-score!) I would have put money on her being the heaviest, as big as she is. Well, turns out she's just really, really fluffy. Leela is the lightest at 19 ounces. Skittles comes in second at 1 pound (1 lb and 1/2 an ounce with her tail actually in the bowl, lol). Monkey is 1 pound, 1 ounce. Which is interesting because their size is actually in birth-order.<br />
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I think Leela will find a way out to jump ship from the <i>HMS Love-Burrito</i> in the next couple days. She's figured out how to stand up and look out of the box, but she can't yet figure out how to get her paws up on the edge to boost herself up and over yet, thank goodness. They're walking much faster now, but they fall over more. It's pretty funny to watch. They also discovered stretching in the last day or so. It's really cute when they wake up, yawn, and arch their little fluffy backs. They've also started batting at each others' faces. I foresee more eye injuries in their futures.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-11776277685850655022011-08-23T00:38:00.001-04:002011-08-23T00:42:15.918-04:00Time to find the sewing machine!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>I've been looking for early-sixties-esq dresses (continuing with my fashions-of-Mad-Men obsession) for myself that aren't too expensive. <a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/category.do?cid=69572&mlink=5001,3636429,8&clink=3636429">Banana Republic has a Mad Men</a> collection that's really cool, but way too expensive for me. 80 bucks for a blouse isn't happening for me, even if it <i>is</i> purple and looks like something Joan would wear with a 2010s twist.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While I object to their advertising campaign ("Are you a Betty?" No! I am not a <i>Betty</i> thankyouverymuch! ) I still want it all!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I got to thinking that there was no reason to spend $150 on one of those dresses, when I could make myself one for $50 tops. On that note, I started looking at patterns. Then I realized that both Simplicity and Butterick have re-released their patterns from the early sixties. SCORE! They even have a pattern that would work for my favourite Joan dress, the green one below.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Prints are <i>so</i> 1959."</td></tr>
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The even better part? Butterick is having a sale online through Wednesday; their patterns are on sale for $2.99. Am I going to take advantage of this? Is Joan way cooler than Betty?<br />
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The other thing I'm super happy about is <a href="http://www.whatkatiedid.us.com/">What Katie Did</a> is having their twice-a-year sale, and I snagged some great pieces. For $27 I managed to get a <a href="http://www.whatkatiedid.us.com/product/664-l3014-swiss-dot-merry-widow">'50s corset</a>, which I never would have been able to afford otherwise. Now I'll have something to wear over it!<br />
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I also need some jewelry and QVC (don't laugh) has some pieces that look really similar to ones Joan wears. I guess it's for all the old ladies that shop there. ;) The prices are okay. My mom also has some things her mother gave her that she says she'll give me that I'm curious to see.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-82746371500606744902011-08-15T01:20:00.000-04:002011-08-15T01:20:19.585-04:00I can haz kittehs?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The kittens are exactly two weeks old today. One of our barn cats (Coco) had kittens on my brother's birthday on the 31st of July. Which was funny because all day I'd been joking that it would be funny if Coco gave my brother kittens for his birthday... and she did.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now that they're two weeks old, their eyes are open, so I picked them up in a kitten-love-burrito (aka, clean towel) for a little bit. Mama behaved very well, and so did the kittens. I have discovered, somewhat to my horror, that I am indeed a cat person. <3</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The oldest one is going by Monkey for now. She*'s looks blackish, but I think she'll end up dark grey with some stripes. "Why <i>monkey</i>?" you say. Well, one of my favourite videos when I was younger was a day-in-the-life sort of thing about the San Diego Zoo. In the video, there was a little black monkey who got her diaper changed and when sleeping on her side, Monkey looks like... well, that little black monkey. I'm sure she'll get a more dignified name at some point.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">* I say "she"... I keep waffling about the kittens gender, it's really too early to tell, so I'm being somewhat arbitrary. I am currently leaning toward Monkey actually being a boy and the other two female, but I'm not stressing too much about it at this point.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monkey, shown here in the patented kitten-love-burrito is two weeks old exactly.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two weeks. See how Monkey looks like a monkey?</td></tr>
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Skittles is the middle kitten and is an adorable striped cat with a white tummy. We were a little worried this evening because he was holding one eye closed, but I think he probably got smashed in the face by one of his siblings (see video below...). <br />
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Oscar (again, not sure if Oscar is really an he) was the littlest kitten, but is now the biggest. He's also the fluffiest, leading to the name Sir Oscar Mormont (<i>Song of Ice and Fire</i>, House Mormont's sigil is a bear... yeah, we're nerds). I saw him born, so I have a special place in my heart for this one. He seems to be the one who is developing the fastest. He was the first to open his eyes, the first to lift his head, then himself up on two front legs, and now he's the first to zoom about the nest as fast as his little wobbley legs will let him (which is to say, not very fast). I have no doubt that he will be the first to figure out how to escape the nest.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oscar wanted to leave the love-burrito as quickly as possible to continue zooming along.</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-44847595285871846032011-08-09T00:38:00.003-04:002011-08-09T12:03:26.765-04:00Du schreibst Geschichte an jedem TagSo, I was on YouTube looking for a song from a band I used to listen to (Panik) and had completely forgotten about until they came up on my iTunes shuffle. On the side bar there was a link to a music video titled "Madsen- Panik" and I was like, huh, I don't remember that song. Anyways, it turns out it was a song called Panik by another German band called Madsen. Evidently I'm falling behind with my German music, since they're fairly popular right now. They're not exactly my current cup of tea (I generally go more for metal and industrial, they're rock/punk-pop), but I let it play a video list to listen to, and this song "Du schreibst Geschichte" come up. My German is decent enough to know that's "You write history" and I could make out that the chorus goes something like "You write history, with every step, with every word... on every day" and I was like,<i> huh, that sounds interesting, I should look up the lyrics</i>. I don't normally go for "positive" rock, but the lyrics really spoke to me. That, and the mention of <i>Geschicte</i> made me think of my favourite history major. :D<br />
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In English:<br />
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<blockquote>Because the world's turning so fast<br />
Because time's going so fast<br />
You're not keeping up.<br />
Because the hecticness won't stop<br />
You're drowning in the crowd<br />
You're a drop in the ocean.<br />
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Yet you live longer than a lifetime<br />
You're what started it all. </blockquote><blockquote><i> </i><i>Because you write history<br />
With every step,<br />
With every word,<br />
You let it continue.</i><br />
<i>You write history<br />
On every day.<br />
Because here and now<br />
You're a part of it.<br />
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Because there's a monster standing in front of you<br />
Looking threateningly into your eyes<br />
You're rather still.<br />
Because everyone's telling you<br />
who you are and what you're missing,<br />
You're forgetting what you want to say.<br />
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Yet you live longer than a lifetime<br />
You're what started it all.<br />
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<i>Because you write history...</i><br />
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Because you only live once<br />
You want things to change<br />
Before you go, before you go.<br />
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Yet you live longer than a lifetime<br />
You're what started it all.<br />
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<i>Because you write history...</i></blockquote><div style="position: fixed;"><div id="new_selection_block0.9738340712062602" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://lyricstranslate.com/"> http://lyricstranslate.com </a> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-15972672504945068902011-07-27T00:58:00.000-04:002011-07-27T00:58:49.641-04:00In which I share my opinion of several movies: The Gangster EditionI really like movies, not surprisingly, considering my chosen profession. I am also very opinionated about movies, as anyone who has gotten into a conversation with me will no doubt attest. I also like movies that are atypical of my age group; I eschew rom-coms for gritty, dark and violent tales of vengeance (mm, tasty). I do like the occasional film where no one dies violently/horrifically/strangely, but if there's some blood splashin' around, I'll probably like it more :)<br />
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<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5c/Scarface.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5c/Scarface.jpg" width="209" /></a><u><b>SCARFACE</b></u> (1983) (4.75/5) <br />
This is one of my favourite movies and I can't believe I only saw it for the first time a few weeks ago (oh was I missing out!). There's a lot to be said about going into a movie with an open-mind. When you hear "Scarface" you think of Al Pacino going "Say 'hello' to my little friend!" and shooting lots of people. Sure, that happens, but there's so much more to the movie. This is a tragedy of Shakespearen proportions. Yeah, that's right, <i>Shakespeare</i>*, my friends. There is so much irony in this film- the characters continually make choices they think will make their lives better when, in actuality, they are making their lives so much worse. His rise to power and consequential downfall reminded me of Macbeth and his self-delusion as to his wife is on-par with King Lear**. <br />
This is script writing at it's best- there are no irrelevant characters or scenes, everything provided pushes the action forward. Seriously, I love this movie.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Say 'hello' to my little M16 with a M203 40mm grenade launcher barrel-attachment!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Me gushing aside, it does have it's flaws. Michelle Pfeiffer's nose has always scared the shit out of me and the heavy 1980s score can be grating (it could be worse, when the movie was re-released, the studio wanted de Palma to replace the score with modern gangsta rap). If you can ignore the obnoxious music and go into this with an open mind, you have a hidden tragic gem on your hands.<br />
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Fun fact: They say "fuck" a lot in this movie. 226 times, to be exact, which averages to 1.32 per minute. <br />
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* There's even the fine Shakespearen tradition of siblings possibly having the hots for each other!<br />
** Dude, that "her womb is polluted" bit- straight out of act I scene 4 of Lear.<br />
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<a href="http://www.brainfuel.tv/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/The-Godfather-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.brainfuel.tv/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/The-Godfather-Poster.jpg" width="213" /></a><u><b>THE GODFATHER, PART I</b></u> (5/5)<br />
Marlon Brando + Al Pacino = go watch it. Oh, you wanted more than that?<br />
I've watched this movie twice in the last three days. I watched it once, I really liked it and would probably have given it a 9 out of 10 right there, with my only complaint being the beginning was a little slow and some of the actress seeming miscast (more later). I watched it again with my siblings in an attempt to make them culturally relevant (that, and my sister is also in love with young Al Pacino. Lord, those eyes!... but I digress). On the second time around, what I thought dragged stuck me as being brilliant- the framing that introduces Vitto Corleone (Brando), and the perfect set-up of the familial relations during the wedding scene.<br />
All I can say is, there is a reason this movie is number 3 (number 2 on the 2008 republishing) on the AFI's "100 years... 100 movies" list and its number one gangster film. <br />
This is not your typical gangster film filled with drugs and prostitution and racketeering. The violence in the movie is rather sparse, considering its length, and as a result, always shocking (the contrast of the baptism scene is, again, brilliant). This is really a story about a family that just happens to be in the mafia. <br />
There are so many classic quotes in this movie that alone make it worth watching ("I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse." "It's not personal, it's business." Or my personal favourite, "Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.") <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I'm sorry, you just said something, but I was too busy thinking 'it's Diane Keaton!' to listen."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The me not gushing stuff: Diane Keaton seems out of place to me as Pacino's girlfriend, but I don't know if that's because she's Diane Keaton and when I see her my brain goes "Annie Hall!" Every time I heard her voice I went, "Oh, that's Diane Keaton." That said, I suppose she adds a certain innocent, "all-American" quality that starts on par with Pacino, then eventually becomes his foil. I'm still not a fan of Talia Shire as his sister. Fun fact, Shire is Coppola's sister (cough nepotism cough). I found her to be incredibly annoying, any sort of emotion from her comes out as whining. (Side note, I found the final scene with her to be oddly reminiscent of Scarface... When he goes "She's hysterical," I expected one of his peons to announce that they got some pills in her and she'll be okay.) Fortunately, she's not in the movie enough to ruin it. <br />
Minor quibble- I was very confused during the wedding scene- I didn't realize that the movie takes place in the late 1940s. I thought, because of the way the bridesmaids were dressed and the hair that it was the '70s (I actually have an identical bridemaid's dress from the '70s.) and when they referred to "the war" they were talking about Vietnam. Then Al Pacino shows up in a WWII uniform and my brain exploded. Historical fashion accuracy wasn't cared about in film until very recently, so I can't hold it against the movie, but seriously, I was really confused.<br />
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This movie seemed like it was perfect for me. Gangsters! Prohibition! Al Capone! Sean Connery! Directed by Brain de Palma (Scarface) and written by David Mamet (that playwright with the stuff where they say "fuck" a lot)! I was really looking forward to it when Shane and I popped it in the xbox. Right before we did, we debated whether we would stop the movie to watch Deadliest Warrior when it came on TV, or if we would just watch it off the DVR when we were done with the movie. We decided to just start the movie and go from there.<br />
Right from the beginning, <i>The Untouchables</i> succeeded with flying colours making perfectly serious scenes hilarious. In the very first scene a little girl walks into a bar after the bartender says something about how he's not going to work with Capone. The gentleman he was talking to gets up and leaves, "forgetting" his briefcase. As the bartender converses with the girl about her mother (clue number two of what's going to happen- oh no, the girl has a family!) she notices the case and picks it up. "Hey mister, you forgot your briefcase! Hey mister--" cut shot to exterior view of the bar and BLAM! Horrific, right? How could those meanie-pants gangsters blow up a little innocent child (with her having a mother and all!)?! Shane and I laughed our butts off. The problem is you knew what was going to happen the entire scene, and a scene of dread was not accomplished. The entire movie was filled with scenes like this.<br />
The most bizarre was one of the last, involving a baby in a carriage, a staircase, and a gunfight (which part of this sentence does not belong?). As Costner and the bad guys shoot it out, a baby in a carriage goes tumbling down the staircase (in slow-mo) while miraculously avoiding getting shot. Not only was the sequence one of the most painfully long, it quickly became implausibly hillarious.<br />
The score was also bizarre. Happy, excited music would play when horrible things were happening (that bridge-in-Canada part, anybody?).<br />
The filmmakers seemed to have realised that there were no women in the movie, and wrote in a lame role for some unfortunate actress to play Costner's wife. The inclusions of those scenes added nothing to the movie and further messed-up the pacing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Come on, Costner! I'm acting my nuts off here!" "Mm... bacon." </td></tr>
</tbody></table>And then there was Kevin Costner. I used to Nicholas Cage was the worst actor ever. I take it back. Kevin Costner gets that title. I have never seen more lifeless acting- there were continual close-ups of his face after something horrific has happened and there would be NOTHING THERE. He might as well of been thinking about what he was going to eat during lunch break. As the movie continued, Shane and I started filling in his thoughts for him, "Mmm... spaghetti." "I'm really feeling some pie right now." <br />
Perhaps the move damning part of the movie was when Shane and I stopped it ten minutes early to take a break to watch Deadliest Warrior- we who never interrupt a movie. <br />
I could go on for quite a while about how bad this movie was, but you get the point. If you're drunk and want to watch something funny, go for this. If you are sober and want a good gangster movie... just watch <i>The Godfather</i> again, okay?<br />
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</tbody></table><u><b>PULP FICTION</b></u> (1.5/5)<br />
Confession: I really wanted to like this movies. Really really. I'd been meaning to watch it forever and finally got around to it. People would give me shocked expressions when I'd admited I'd never seen it and ensure me that I'd love it. <br />
I didn't.<br />
At all.<br />
I fast forwarded bits of it, and I didn't even finish it.<br />
I don't understand why this is on AFI's best gangster movie list. I guess it's because of the non-linear storyline ("oooh, artsy!") and all of the non-necessary dialogue ("oooooh, people talk for ten minutes about non-relevant shit, how life-like!" Sweetheart, if I want to listen to hours of drugged-out people talking about nothing in particular, I'll ride the metro).<br />
Part of my problem, no doubt, is I can't stand 90% of the actors in the movie. Uma Thurman, John Travolta, Samuel L Jackson, Bruce Willis and Uma Thurman are high up there on my "I Can't Stand..." list. Uma's on there twice. <br />
Someday, I'll try to finish it so I can talk intelligently about why this film blows chips, but for now my biggest complaint: I didn't care about any of the characters. I could not have possibly cared less if they succeeded, or were graphically eaten by bionic velociraptors. Actually, bionic velociraptors would have been great.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What Pulp Fiction lacked</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joan- the reason I am going to go ginger again</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It's official. I have finally watched Mad Men, after years of "Seriously, you'll love it!" and drooling over the costumes from afar.<br />
Seriously, I love it and I'm still drooling over the costumes.<br />
At some point I am going to have a Mad Men themed party so I can dress like Joan. I wish I had a job as a secretary so I could dress like Joan everyday.<br />
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To that point: <a href="http://www.whatkatiedid.us.com/index.php?">What Katie Did</a> has amazing faux vintage underwear. I am going to buy some, I just need to decide what.<br />
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</tbody></table>And since I will have spent all my money on underpinnings, <a href="http://www.chicstar.com/">ChicStar</a> has super cheap vintage-inspired clothes of all kinds (and they also have a cool designing program which I will be taking part in, watch this space).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-56535344586773802512011-07-11T14:44:00.001-04:002011-07-11T14:45:27.106-04:00First bad review... sort of...So, King Lear is playing at the Fringe Festival in DC right now, which is both stressful (and hot) and fun (and hot). Seriously, it's really hot in DC.<br />
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Well, baby got her first bad review... sort of. Lear got a good- not great, but good (3 out of 5)- review. The reviewer like Lear and Edmund and Kent and Gloucester, but as for the rest of us: <br />
<blockquote>[T]his production is not without its problems. With the exceptions of the actors mentioned above, the rest of the cast is only varying degrees of competent; some struggled with the text, either flubbing lines outright, or delivering them in the lilting style that comes from actors not understanding the meaning behind Shakespeare’s words.</blockquote>I think that's a little unfair. Yes, there are a couple actors who don't have the chops for this show (which I won't get into here) but the rest of us I think are decent enough. I personally thought I'm doing a million times better than I did last time. Ah, well. If this is the worst review I get, I'm doing okay, I guess. And my name is nowhere in the article, so it won't come up on my internet record. :)<br />
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<a href="http://dctheatrescene.com/2011/07/10/king-lear-5/">Here's the rest</a> if you want to read it. <br />
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In other news, <i>The Washington Post</i> is reviewing Lear. I am petrified.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-42299788027319944922011-06-30T12:52:00.001-04:002011-07-26T18:20:45.109-04:00<a href="http://lenawinter.blogspot.com/">http://lenawinter.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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I started a less personal blogger to advertise my acting gigs. You might want to subscribe to that one too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-80085193817605457232011-06-18T21:12:00.000-04:002011-06-18T21:12:29.316-04:00Googling myself = stage nameIt's a mixed blessing being the only person with my name in the world. On one hand, I'm super easy to find on Facebook... if you can spell my name, that is. On the other, I'm super easy to find on Facebook. And google. I've already had completely random people who've come to see shows I've been in friend me on Facebook, which is a little freaky. If you google my name, one of the first things that comes up is my genological profile (after info on a show I was in five years ago), which is horrifying. I don't mind having my name and my face out there, but holy shit, nobody needs to know where I was born and what my brother and sister's names are.<br />
So, that said, I need to think of a stage name. I have some projects coming up and the sooner I make the change, the better.<br />
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First names:<br />
Emmeline - the real one. Problem, most people don't pronounce it right and it's aggravating.<br />
Emma - the nickname most people know me by. Problem, just too many of "Emma"s out there.<br />
Lena - sort of a nickname for my name (Emeline in German is pronounced emma-leena) that I've been thinking about a lot lately.<br />
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Last names are all family names because I'm not clever enough to come up with something on my own:<br />
Conway - I don't know. I don't think it quite flows right with anything.<br />
Heim - While I feel closest to this one in terms of familial, um, feeling, the pronunciation thing is a bitch.<br />
Arden - The Shakespeare reference is fitting, methinks.<br />
Winter(s) - I don't have anything witty to say. I just like it.<br />
I would totally put Wilde on the list for funsies, but it's Olivia Wilde's stage-name and she's blicky.<br />
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Mix and match people! Mix and match!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-49304764479979440672011-06-13T18:09:00.002-04:002011-06-13T18:21:26.925-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://oncampus.macleans.ca/education/wp-content/uploads/decision.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://oncampus.macleans.ca/education/wp-content/uploads/decision.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I really hate making decisions. I am very good at them, detachedly weighing pros and cons. I know what I want in life. So what's my problem? The soul-crushing fear that I will make the wrong one and eff up the rest of my life.<br />
I made a bad one last semester, deciding to go to UMBC because it was easy. Really, that was the deciding factor. I would go to UMBC to complete my BFA because I could still live at home. Then, once I finished there I'd go to England to get my masters.<br />
Now, I know with my health issues I should take it easy on myself, but I am plagued by the feeling that I am wasting my time. UMBC is getting me no closer to being a professional actor.<br />
I managed to claw my way through the semester and sign up for fall classes. I was okay for about a week. Then all of the sudden it hit me- there is no way I could get through 3 more semesters (at least) at UMBC with my soul still intact. Cue horrible depression and a week of me sobbing at my mother that I physically, emotionally and mentally can't face another semester of UMBC, and her saying back "What, you want to drop out?" Or, "You need to talk to someone at UMBC!" (yeah, because academic advisers there would give unbaised advice about my thousands of dollars leaving them)<br />
I would love nothing more than to drop out of college and move to New York or LA or London and make a go at being a professional actor. However, I am mature enough to realise that's the path to being a barrista for the rest of my life. I think that going to a conservatory in one of those cities for a year or two, and making connections during that time, is a much more realistic way to go about it. In the end, the degree is not what I'm after. I just want school as a spring board.<br />
So, I found a school that offers a two year acting course, with an option of additional two years for a BFA. <a href="http://www.amda.edu/">AMDA</a> has campuses in both NYC and LA and looks like it would be a good foundation. I can go to school in NYC and still come back to Maryland for visits semi-regularly. If I decide in a few years I really need the degree, I'll go back to school and finish the BFA.<br />
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Last night I had dinner with my film group friends while we planned an experimental film. They're all at least twenty-years older than me, and they're all people who are getting into film (behind and in front of the camera) after doing the "college, job job job job" thing. They were all very supportive of my plans, and said they wished they'd had to courage to do the same when they were my age, so that was affirming. What really terrifies me is the thought of being old and looking back on my life and wishing I'd "gone for it." <br />
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So, now the scary part. I need to pull out of UMBC and get my act together to apply for AMDA for the fall semester. I'm terrified to put my eggs in one basket- what if I don't get accepted, I'll have wasted six more months, etc... I have reached the dreaded fork-in-the-road. Hopefully I've made the right turn...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-926262467478290542011-05-13T18:22:00.001-04:002011-07-25T13:53:34.584-04:00BARN CATS!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aaaaand... Puff wanted a cute peeking picture too.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-20967278583648331702011-04-22T20:40:00.000-04:002011-04-22T20:40:27.564-04:00Ovaries are stupidSo on Tuesday when I was waiting for my acupuncture appointment, I got this horrible pain in my lower right side. I do get those kinds of pain whenever I ovulate, so I didn't really think much about it, aside from "Holy shit, that hurts ALOT more than usual." I haven't had my period in forever (like, since October forever) so I thought maybe the reason it hurt so much was my machinery is rusty, so to speak. My acupuncturist even did some pain points during treatment, which helped a little, but not as much as it usually does. She commented at the end that my pain pulse was "punchy" which is super weird for me.<br />
So the day goes on and the pain never goes away. I also just didn't feel "right." I couldn't put my finger on it, but I felt weird. Eventually my mom says that it does hurt where my appendix is. I look up appendicitis, and I pretty much had every symptom. Despite this, which I think says how bad I was feeling, I didn't mention anything about it and just went and laid down. Around midnight my mom looked it up and realised I had every symptom. She wanted to take me to the hospital and I honestly just wanted to sleep. Eventually she convinces me I need to go to the hospital and we get there close to 1am.<br />
I had bloodwork and an IV port (which made me feel shittier than it usually does. I always get sick when I have blood drawn, this time it was worse, of course) and waited an hour to be told, congrats, I'm not pregnant. (I have a rant about the mandatory pregnancy tests, which <i>you the patient</i> pay for, but I'll save it for another time when I'm not struggling against oxycotin to write). The doctor comes over another hour later and pokes around until he finds the magic spot where I'm like "HOLY F CK THAT HURTS." And he goes, "Well, looks like appendicitis. You'll need a CT scan." So, over the course of three hours I'm supposed to drink about 30oz of barium. Which made me feel even more nauseous than I was, and I had to be given IV meds for it which made me even more tired than I was.<br />
So I go the scan and have to wait much longer than usual for the results because they were working on the network or something and having data sharing issues. I've clearly had too many tests in the past, because they start telling me with and how it's going to make me feel weird when they inject the contrast, and I'm like, yeah, I know. "Oh, you've done this before." "Yeah, twice."<br />
It was agony though because the barium I drank gave me the worst diarrhea ever. And I was in the room that was the furthest from the restroom. Of course. It got to the point that as soon as I got back in bed I had to get up and go to the bathroom again.<br />
While I was waiting for the results of that test, I finally gave in and took the pain meds. Synthetic morphine. It was pretty much awesome and I wished I hadn't waited until 6am to give in and take it. I just laid there and didn't care about anything. Eventually I got the results back and found out I didn't have appendicitis, instead I have a huge, 4cm cyst on my right ovary. So, I had to have a pelvic scan to get a closer look. Which was weird because I was having a hell of a time staying awake and I could tell I was worrying the technician. <br />
I then had to wait a couple hours because of the data-sharing issue. Basically, my cyst is probably leaking and evidently cyst-leaky-fluid is mean and irritating which is probably why it hurts more when I stand or sneeze or move or stuff like that. They finally let me out sometime after 1pm. I don't remember much because I was still morphine. The gave my oxycotin enough for through Sunday.<br />
I went to my gynecologist yesterday like I was supposed to- which is another saga in and of itself. I'm high on oxycotin and mom dropped me off because she didn't want me to walk any distance and we were going to meet up in the office because I'm running lateish. I realise I'm not 100% sure which office it is, so I ask the lady at the reception desk. She says room 311 and I'm like, huh, that doesn't sound right, but whatever, maybe they moved. I take the elevator and stumble around on the 3rd floor until I come to 311... and it's a pediatrician. Last I check "Capital OBGYN" doesn't sound anything like "Dr Simon, pediatrician." So I stumble around some more until I come to the correctly titled room-plaque. Seriously, reception desk lady? I honestly couldn't tell you how I got there, I don't remember >_<<br />
I hate going to the gynecologist because all of the patients in the waiting room always sneak peaks at your belly. Guess what, pregnant lady, just because you got knocked up doesn't mean I'm pregnant too. OBGYNs do more than just monitor your womb-parasite, thankyouverymuch.<br />
So, she put me back on my birth control pill because it should prevent cysts from forming in the future. I have to get another scan in June, if the cyst isn't going away/gone by then, I'll have to have surgery.<br />
I'm not allowed to go to school/work until Monday and then I have to take it easy for a couple months. Forced vacation, I guess.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-89686074657481007942011-03-14T22:01:00.002-04:002011-03-15T22:21:58.560-04:0030 Day Song Challenge: Day One, Your Favourite Song<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>My sister is doing the 30 day song challenge on Facebook. I might also post it on Facebook, but since I have youngens and people who are, um, easily offended in my friends list, I might also just do it here. Plus, I feel like 30 days is excessive, so I'm just going to do the ones I want.<br />
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The challenge?<br />
<blockquote>day 01 - your favorite song<br />
day 02 - your least favorite song<br />
day 03 - a song that makes you happy <br />
day 04 - a song that makes you sad<br />
day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone<br />
day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere<br />
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event <br />
day 08 - a song that you know all the words to<br />
day 09 - a song that you can dance to<br />
day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep <br />
day 11 - a song from your favorite band <br />
day 12 - a song from a band you hate <br />
day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure <br />
day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love <br />
day 15 - a song that describes you <br />
day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate <br />
day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio<br />
day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio<br />
day 19 - a song from your favorite album<br />
day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry <br />
day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy<br />
day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad<br />
day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding<br />
day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral<br />
day 25 - a song that makes you laugh<br />
day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument<br />
day 27 - a song that you wish you could play<br />
day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty<br />
day 29 - a song from your childhood <br />
day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year </blockquote><br />
So, first problem... I have too many favourite songs.<br />
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First candidate: Sonne, by Rammstein.<br />
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Another is Fire it Up by Black Label Society. (Super lame video tho... what the heck BLS?)<br />
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And I'd be telling a lie if I didn't include Rosenrot (Rose-red), another Rammstein song. (Unfortunately, the video quality is crap... but I couldn't find another one with subtitles I agreed with that didn't offend my aesthetic principles.)<br />
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How could I have forgotten Rammstein's Mann Gegen Mann (Man Against Man)?<br />
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Oh yeah! I love Otep too!<br />
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Blood Pigs <br />
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Eet the Children (no, I didn't spell that wrong)<br />
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Smash the Control Machine<br />
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Okay, okay, just one more? Okay, two... I forgot Oomph, all right?<br />
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Sex hat keine Macht (Sex has no Power) which I couldn't find a video with English subtitles, which is odd since it's one of their more widely known songs. They're <a href="http://lyricstranslate.com/en/sex-hat-keine-macht-sex-has-no-power.html">here</a> if you care.<br />
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Die Schlinge (The Noose) also by Oomph. You might recognize Apocalyptica in the video. <br />
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Okay, I'm just giving up. See, too many!<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OftBBVDfS7Y&feature=related"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-5790136169202792962011-03-09T16:27:00.000-05:002011-03-09T16:27:18.575-05:00Happy birthday to Laura! Happy Unbirthday to me!So, today is my bestie's birthday. I think I got some kind of weird cosmic mix-up, because I am having an awesome day. Hopefully Lar is having an awesome day too, otherwise it's unfair.<br />
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First thing, I completely forgot to do my homework for Script Analysis. But, turns out I didn't have to... because we're reading... <i>THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST</i>! Which is only my favourite play, after all. I've played Gwendolen twice and am currently scheming to play Cecily, and I can practically recite the play backwards.<br />
Don't believe me?<br />
<blockquote>Jack goes: On the contrary, Aunt Augusta, I’ve now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.<br />
But before that Lady B went: My nephew, you seem to be displaying signs of triviality.<br />
And before that they all went: At last! At last! At last!<br />
And before Jack was like: My own one!<br />
Which was a response to Gwendolen going: I can. For I feel that you are sure to change.<br />
Which was because Jack said: Gwendolen, it is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth. Can you forgive me?</blockquote>Need I go on?<br />
The best part was when the professor was trying to get out of us why <i>Earnest</i> is still so good after 120-some years. Nobody was getting the answer she was looking for until I said "Because Oscar Wilde crafted an exceptional plot full of juxtapositions and reversals..." and she was so happy that I said it she practically kissed me. But really, it's obvious, right? ;)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Guess what, Cecily? I didn't have to do my homework because I've been in <i>The Importance of Being Earnest</i>! Twice!' "Really, Gwendolen? I had <i>no idea</i>."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The second best part was getting our <i>Macbeth</i> essays back. I was terrified because I didn't think I did well. We thought the essay was going to be due the next Wednesday and the professor changed her mind and wanted us to do it in class that Friday... and I discovered this Thursday night. So I felt under-prepared and I wasn't feeling well. And we wrote them in blue books, to boot. I hate blue book essays. When I write an essay I often write the middle first, then the closing and very last I write the introduction. Obviously, when one is writing in a blue book instead of on the computer, one doesn't have that luxury. It took me an hour to write the first page because I was agonizing over the exact words to use, and I only had an hour to write the rest. Ooops. Just as I started my second support paragraph, my arm died. "The end!" my arm said. "I cannot possibly write another paragraph." I suffered my way through that one. As I was debating on my third point my brain said "Um... sorry, but I am completely done. Then end. No more." So, I scrapped a couple brain cells together to come up with a half-decent emergency closing. I barely wrote 4 pages, and she expected us to fill up almost the whole book.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "Procrastination" episode of SpongeBob Squarepants perfectly illustrates how I write an essay.</td></tr>
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So, I wasn't expecting to get a good grade at all. In fact, I thought I'd be super lucky to get a C. When I got to class and the professor mentioned she was going to give the essays back, I braced myself. She prefaced by saying that 8.5 (out of 10) was the average grade. Well, I got the essay back... and I got an 8.5! Happy Day! <br />
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Then, I made my way over to Acting II. I really wasn't feeling it today, but, "carry on" and all that. I made it to class in good time but the door was still locked, which isn't that unusual. As a couple other students and I were waiting, someone got out their smartphone and checked their email... and it turns out that class was canceled!<br />
So I got to go home and play Dragon Age II (the brand new squeal to one of my favourite RPGs, just got it yesterday... awesome, awesome game!) while Shane was still at HCC and Vi was still sleeping. Which was excellent because the haggling over the Xbox has gotten intense since last night. My virtual relatly fix sated, I have nothing to do for the rest of the day and can lounge around. Yay!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-91276365092679779722011-03-02T21:27:00.004-05:002011-03-02T22:25:06.880-05:00"World, meet Daisy. Daisy, meet Vet."<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Dewdster and Maisy-head Daisy</td></tr>
</tbody></table><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGTZnRFeH8rv0WNUAMEqlGgiFP53Tjg1iRZJ-BvrijfBppvJADzfoTWV5uEHuxezWQkXvh_ejP8q4XFJmNWjr8xHOa2x_r6VHIdGX1AsegKzfvWB5G2fFl0vhyyznBFebLiYC8tEroLsd/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGTZnRFeH8rv0WNUAMEqlGgiFP53Tjg1iRZJ-BvrijfBppvJADzfoTWV5uEHuxezWQkXvh_ejP8q4XFJmNWjr8xHOa2x_r6VHIdGX1AsegKzfvWB5G2fFl0vhyyznBFebLiYC8tEroLsd/s200/IMG_0195.JPG" width="161" /></a>Meet Daisy. She's a 9mos old terrier mix of some kind. She's getting along amazingly well with the other dogs. Lady is enjoying being the "dowager queen" and Dewey likes having somebody to play with.<br />
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Despite only being in our house since Friday, Daisy has already had her first emergency vet visit. Oh, milestones.<br />
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While Dewey and Daisy and I were taking a nap on the sofa (post after-class romp and walk) Viveca comes up and she goes "Oh my- look at Daisy's eyes!" Her eyelids were pink and swollen, so Mom called the vet... and was put on hold for 10 minutes. So Mom, Vi and I make an emergency vet trip. I went along for moral support.<br />
When we get there, Daisy's eyelids were all swollen up and her mouth-corner had started to swell too. And the receptionist tells us to wait while she explains the payment plan to somebody. Um, no, we will not wait.<br />
Longish story shortish, they took Daisy back and hooked her up to an IV and pumped her little puppy-body full of antihistamines. We had to leave for an anxious hour or so while they kept and eye on her to make sure she did okay. The swelling went down, but she has to go back in the morning and will be taking Prednisone and Benadryl over the next couple days. Poor puppy.<br />
The scary part is we have absolutely no idea what caused her to blow up like a little puppy-balloon. At first we thought it might have been from her vaccines she got yesterday, but since that was over 24hrs before she broke out, it's very unlikely. Fortunately, Lady has a bunch of allergies so we already have experience dealing with sensitive puppies' needs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The White Badge of Courage</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-42518646958982223262011-02-18T23:07:00.004-05:002011-02-20T12:30:54.916-05:00The Subject of My Own Soul's Curse<div style="font-family: inherit;">Ah, King Richard III. No other monarch has as compelling a reason to sue Shakespeare for libel. Richard actually wasn't the horrible, murdering, hunchback that Shakespeare painted him as. But, Elizabeth I's grandfather Henry Tudor (who would, of course, found the Tudor dynasty as Henry VII) had to have a good villain to take down. And my, does he have a good villian.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">One of my biggest regrets about not being born a man is that I will never play Richard III.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">I bring this up because it's Friday. And Friday means Shakespeare class! Whoop.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">(btw, Bill sent me <a href="http://www.mirroruptonature.com/shakespeare-monologues/female/mfm-2-4-170-isabella.pdf">this monologue</a>. I do like it, but I re-discovered Anne first.) </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Quick detour. I've generally come to accept that I'm not going to have many friends this semester. I did manage to get to know another transfer student who backed up my own field research that the theatre dept is even more cliquey than any other group I have previously had contact with. Which is saying a <i>lot</i>. Stupid 12 year-old stuff like not sitting near me or ignoring me and saying "hi" to the person next to me stuff. I'm trying not to stress about it, but it's hard to do an emotionally-charged monologue when you feel like the people you're doing it in front of are hoping you'll drop dead.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Back to the headline of this post.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">So yesterday when I was getting ready for classes I couldn't decide on what monologue to do. I couldn't decided! Darn you, Shakespeare! Why did you write so many good things??</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Anyways, so after going back and forth and back and forth and back and forth I decided (literally at the last second) to go with one of Anne Neville's monologues from <i>Richard III</i>.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=219619088174140796&postID=4251864695898222326" name="67"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Alas! poor Anne. Anne is one of those smallish but fascinating female roles in Shakespeare that I'm dying to play.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">So, some context before the monologue.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Anne Neville is the daughter of Richard Neville, the Earl of Warwick, aka The Kingmaker. Warwick backed the Lancastrians and his daughter was married to the Prince of Wales, after he had originally been all buddy-buddy with the Yorks. Oh yeah, that War of the Roses thing... her husband Edward and his father Henry VI were killed by Richard of Gloucester. At his funeral Richard shows up and tries to seduce her. Anne is horrified and tells him to eff off. </div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption">"Your words say 'no,' but your corseted-body says 'yes!' "</td><td class="tr-caption"> A rather un-horrified Victorian Lady Anne.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="font-family: inherit;">Despite his revolting appearce, ol' Dicky has a way with words and Anne eventually marries him.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Big</i> oops.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Long story short, Richard manages to murder and imprison his way to the throne. At the time of this monologue Anne is with her friend, Elizabeth Woodville, the widow of Richard's eldest brother Edward IV, trying to visit Elizabeth's young sons in the Tower of London (the ill-fated Princes in the Tower). They're not successful (most likely because the boys have, unbeknown to them, have been murdered on the orders of Richard). While they're there, a messenger shows up and tells Anne she needs to hurry up and go to the coronation of her husband. <i>Awkward turtle</i>. Anne says:<br />
<blockquote>And I in all unwillingness will go.<br />
I would to God that the inclusive verge<br />
Of golden metal that must round my brow<br />
Were red-hot steel, to sear me to the brain!<br />
Anointed let me be with deadly venom,<br />
And die, ere men can say, God save the queen!</blockquote></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">To which Elizabeth responds:<br />
<blockquote>Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glory<br />
To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. </blockquote></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And Anne responds with the monologue I picked:<br />
<blockquote>No! why? When he that is my husband now <br />
Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse [body], <br />
When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands <br />
Which issued from my other angel husband <br />
And that dead saint which then I weeping follow'd;<span class="playlinenum"></span><br />
O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face, <br />
This was my wish: 'Be thou,' quoth I, ' accursed, <br />
For making me, so young, so old a widow! <br />
And, when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; <br />
And be thy wife—if any be so mad—<span class="playlinenum"></span><br />
As miserable by the life of thee <br />
As thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!' <br />
Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, <br />
Even in so short a space, my woman's heart <br />
Grossly grew captive to his honey words<span class="playlinenum"></span><br />
And proved the subject of my own soul's curse, <br />
Which ever since hath kept my eyes from rest; <br />
For never yet one hour in his bed <br />
Have I enjoy'd the golden dew of sleep, <br />
But have been waked by his timorous dreams.<span class="playlinenum"></span><br />
Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; <br />
And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me. </blockquote></div>And she's right. He poisons her not too long after so he can marry his niece Elizabeth and strengthen his claim to the throne.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">To be fair to the real Richard and Anne, I feel that I should mention that the actual story is vastly different. Anne was never married to Edward, Prince of Wales, just engaged. In fact, her father's original plan was that she marry Richard of Gloucester, but after the whole switching-sides-thing he engaged her to the Lancastrain Prince of Wales. Edward was killed, fair and square, during the Battle of Tewkesbury. Anne, who was in her early teens at the time, was bundled off to live with her sister and her brother-in-law, <span style="font-size: small;">George, Duke of Clarence. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Clarence wanted to keep the Neville estate in one piece by keeping Anne from marrying. Despite this, Richard meet and fell in love with her. Accounts vary, but according to a popular one, Richard managed to "rescue" Anne from his brother by spiriting her off disguised as a maid, and the two were married. And the whole poisoning thing? After ten or so years of marriage Anne died at the age of 29, most likely from tuberculosis, and Richard "openly wept at her funeral" (according to my Shakespeare monologue book which I can't be bothered to cite properly right now). </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Pffffft</i>. Minor details...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219619088174140796.post-65084782884945177782011-02-17T15:15:00.002-05:002011-02-17T15:16:39.836-05:00Does this Dolman make my arms look flabby?I am in love with Dolman-sleeved tops right now. I just happen to have goodish-enough proportions and have smallish-enough boobs that they don't make me look like I'm wearing a sack. Which is good because I think my love of the tops has a lot to do with my not liking how much I weigh right now. They also make me think of bats. I <3 bats! They are so freakin' cute! If I wasn't worried about rabies, I'd go out at night and try to catch one... but, I digress.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Does this make my arm-flaps look flappy?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>So the purpose of my bringing this up, aside to brag that I have smallish-enough boobs to wear them and look goodish in the skinny jeans that one <i>must </i>wear with one's Dolman, is that my orders from Delia's came today, which included 3 Dolman-sleeved tops. Yes yes yes yes, I just admitted I shop at Delia's. I only ever buy their (her? I hate stores that have people names...) stuff if it's on sale, because there is no way that jersey knit top actually cost $40 for some child-slave in Indonesia to make. I don't know if this is indicative of my body-image issues, but almost all of the stuff I got is too big. Bizarrely, one of the XL's was perfect, while most of the other L's were <i>huge</i>. <br />
SO, I now have this stuff that I like that I bought on clearance, that is now sold out, but it's too big. My conundrum is, do I say "bye-bye, the 30 seconds we spent together was fab, too bad I didn't get a medium." and send it back, OR do I wash them, hope they shrink and take them in on the sewing machine?<br />
I know the correct answer is to kiss them bye and send them back. But, but, but, but <a href="http://store.delias.com/item.do?categoryID=&itemID=53885">one of them is named after me</a>!<br />
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Hm...<br />
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I dunno.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3