Category Archives: Ephemera

MemeMemeMeme!

I am amused by the silliness, and also by the curious appropriateness (propriety?) of the things a-whatevering.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, owldaughter sent to me…

Twelve plays studying
Eleven soundtracks writing
Ten candles a-curling
Nine books acting
Eight vikings a-reading
Seven brontes a-singing
Six myths a-learning
Five bla-a-a-ank notebooks
Four used bookstores
Three fairy tales
Two robertson davies
…and a literature in an alternative spirituality.
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Four used bookstores! Singing Brontes! Writing soundtracks! Why am I giving these things away?

Except that last, of course. I do that with pleasure.

Amused

The P&P 2005 film is brilliantly snarked scene by scene by Redcoast over at the Recapitulate LJ community. (Better late than never; this dates back from 2006.)

Pride Ampersand Prejudice part 1
Pride Ampersand Prejudice part 2
Pride Ampersand Prejudice part 3

[…]Three miles leaves a lot of space between the two houses, and it’s just good luck that they chose the same route and didn’t miss each other. Was Darcy planning to walk all the way to Keira’s house, even though he has horses, and knock on the door, and be, like, “Hey, is Keira home?” Because they’d be, like, “Nah, she had a fit and we think she’s ran off. By the way, your aunt is an asshole,” while staring curiously at his state of undress. And then Keira will knock on Netherfield’s front door, and the butler will be, like, “No, Mr. Darcy’s up and disappeared. Nice nightgown, miss. You single?” Embarrassment for both. Besides, if Keira were home, then what kind of impression is Mr. Darcy leaving her family with? I love you so much I proposed to you while only three-quarters dressed? That’s like proposing while wearing sweat pants. […]

July 27 Friday Five

1. Favorite pastry?

Erm. Nothing with custard or fruit. Petit-fours? Meringues? Marzipan animals? I’m blanking. I don’t eat things like that a lot; they’re expensive and unless you find a really top-notch pâtisserie they’re bland and flat and soggy. There’s a pastry place somewhere around here that makes incredible chocolate cream millefeuilles; I should ask the friend who used to surprise me with them where it is.

2. How do you like to waste time?

Clicking aimlessly through on-line journals and websites. eBay and online bookstores are particularly bad — not that I actually buy lots of things, but I research and compare and think and good grief did I just lose two hours? I don’t consider reading wasting time.

3. How would you describe your complexion?

Fair. Porcelain-like, or ivory I suppose as it has a slight warm undertone. Since I had the boy, the general condition of my skin’s improved a lot (thank gods), but ironically I’ve developed persistent eczema that verges on psoriasis in certain places. You can’t win.

4. What do you hang on to that you should really get rid of?

Vivid memories of people saying things to me that hurt years and years ago, and the belief that they must hate me (and remember the same incident as vividly as I do). Piles of emotional baggage. Socks with small holes in them. Jeans that are way too big for me but I keep just in case.

5. What is the last thing that made you hurt?

The boy stomping on the side of my foot with his running shoe, all thirty pounds of him coming down hard as he danced in excitement at the door to my office, calling, “Maggie, Maggie, come out, Maggie!”.

From Fridayfiver.