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Writer's Block: More Island Time

You're packing your bag for that other desert island—the one with no electricity—what 5 books do you take with you?


1. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon (right, Amanda?)
2. All the King's Men by Robert Penn Warren
3. Sammy's Hill by Kristin Gore
4. No Way to Treat a First Lady by Christopher Buckley
5. A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving

Writer's Block: Desert Island Time

You're packing your bag for that magical desert island that happens to have electricity, a TV, and a DVD player—what five DVDs do you take with you?

2. Moulin Rouge (2001)
3. Penelope
4. The Philadelphia Story
5. The Road to El Dorado (2000)

"Glad I didn't die before I met you..."

This is just one of those songs that never seems to get attached to any one person because it is so attached to a feeling, and Connor Oberst, I owe you my life for that.

That said, please allow me to share quite possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen in my freakin' life.

This has been indie movie week for yours truly. Well, perhaps not all indie movies, but catching up on the lesser-publicized films that I've missed in the last several years. Hard Candy, Rocket Science, and now one of my new favorites Brick.

Seriously. Joseph Gordon-Levitt? To die for as a little hardboiled film noir detective in high school. A new love of my life, but what else is new. Emilie de Ravin, really interested turn, exactly the girl she's meant to be here. The whole thing is so familiar--high school and the whole genre, but together, together they make something altogether new and amazing and perhaps most importantly not nearly as ridiculous as the whole thing sounds (really, a film noir high school drama?).

Rocket Science was sweet, kind of a Punch-Drunk Love for the teenage set if you will. Reece Thompson? Again, another love. He's genius. He'll be amazing when he starts getting the sort of roles he deserves. He's not traditionally actor-cute, which may be one reason that he's gone to the indie set. He's supposed to be in another movie soon, Assassination of a High School President? Regardless he just might be talented enough to offset the acting vacuum that is Mischa Barton.

Off back to Tampa later today, after lunch with Gramma and dropping off a computer with dad. My vacation is nearly over, and I am not happy about that. Blah.

One last note. Backseat Goodbye. Go listen. Go love. A Southern boy with a some wit and an acoustic guitar? Where do I get in line?

"everybody with somebody..."

I will steal, Danielle, but I would like to point out that you copped out by not giving a full five for each. Hmph!

List five or more of your fictional crushes, and then list five reasons why it wouldn't work out in real life.

In no particular order.

  • Joe Kavalier, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon.
    • I could never compete with Rosa Saks.
    • He's got a kid, which I don't think is a place that's good for me or any kids right now.
    • He's got a LOT of drama.
    • Too temperamental.
    • I get the feeling I'd never be good enough for him just because I'd worry about that at all.
  • Johnny Martin AKA "Max Campion", Penelope.
    • He's a bit of a coward.
    • He's not upfront about what he wants.
    • He tends to run away from his problems.
    • Gambling addiction is never pretty.
    • Allying yourself with journalists is pretty low.
  • Major Jasper Whitlock AKA Jasper Hale, the Twilight saga by Stephenie Meyer.
    • He's irrevocably attached to Alice Cullen.
    • He's not cool with being one-up-ed.
    • The whole vampire thing is a turn-off for me, sorry.
    • I don't think I could handle his oh-so-perfect family.
    • Moody/brooding boys aren't on my list of favorite things.
  • Max Carrigan, Across the Universe.
    • Monogamy doesn't seem to be his thing.
    • The college dropout thing would probably be a hang-up eventually.
    • His father and I would clash. BIG.
    • Driving a taxi is not the sort of career I look for in a would-be revolutionary.
    • I'm not sure I could deal with the sort of issues he'd bring home from Vietnam.
  • Ron Weasley, the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling.
    • He finally hooked up with Hermione.
    • He's rather a bit too dense for me.
    • Don't think I could date a guy with a huge family again.
    • Would he like my dog? Dealbreaker!
    • I don't think he could hold his own in an argument without going stupid on me.

    And a bonus...
  • Berowne, Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare.
    • Too pragmatic.
    • Seems to be a bit too smooth of a talker.
    • He's so quick to jump on the "I told you so."
    • He's got some silly friends that he's joined to at the hip.

"And she said no..."

Please. Please, please can we talk for just two seconds about the amazingly beautiful and unspeakably perfect James McAvoy? Really. Honestly.

So sue me, but you've always known I'm a Brit-ophile; and me and skinny pale boys, I like to think we're good friends. Or bedfellows. Whatever. Skinny short pale boys. I have a weakness, I do. And James McAvoy--all of that. Plus Scottish accent. And lovely shoulders. But without glasses. Almost perfect. So not unspeakably perfect.

The Last King of Scotland is on sale for $7.99 at Best Buy. My dear McAvoy is a bit of a guy's guy (read: hooking up or attempting to hook-up with inappropriate people for his own etertainment) in the bit I've watched so far, but go ahead and ask me if I care. Excuse me for a moment, will you, while I swoon over yet another dark-haired, clever-eyed boy, yet another fine-featured, charming-voiced boy...

God, he's so hot.

(Speaking of yummy skinny fair boys in glasses...)

"Life keeps bringing me back to you..."

It seems that whenever I decide to put boys on the shelf, I end up pining for Andrew McMahon.

This poses a problem. I do not live in a place where yummy skinny indie boys are to be found in any quantity. And available? What, is this supposed to be my birthday or something?

But this is all part of my new revelation. I'm sure I have no idea what's good for me. Period. No idea whatsoever. Kind of freeing.


As today is the last day of the year, I did my usual "where was I before this year" look through the old eljay. And funnily I still see it all. Some of the predictions I'd made nigh on two years ago have come true.

I have been silly because I had lost track. I go back and I read and I sound crazy to even me. I don't even recognize . How could I have been so distraught and not even realized it?

--I am watching Alice in Wonderland, and I wonder if that's not who I was. This movie makes so much less sense to me now than it did when I was younger. Ha, there's a metaphor for you.

Regardless the time on my own has been just what I needed. It's been a bit of an embarassment this morning to see I was the one who was crazy, but alas, that does not change the course of action. --And really, if I was so crazy, why even try? Perhaps the last year makes even less sense now.

On to the next one. I would rather be a Cheshire Cat anyway, secure in my own lunacy which is the aspect that makes it charming rather than exasperating. 2008 might even appropriately bring a Mad Hatter or March Hare, a soul complicit with the insanity I happen to have in my life. Perhaps he or she will even have the same sort of insanity.

My birthday is coming up as well.

Okay, there's no structure to this at all. What I mean to say is that this year has, on the surface, SUCKED, as you all must know by now. But, and this is a big but, coming out on the other side of it has allowed me to see all the things that were going on that I had not noticed before. And those things are to be very greatly appreciated. I had to remove myself completely out of my element by my own doing, and I did that. With some measure of success, I might add.

I should like to add that I don't believe in the Jabberwock. For what it's worth.

"And when it rains..."

For some reason, the sadder Paramore songs are getting stuck in my head these days. Wish I knew why.

Yesterday was a good productive day. I'm mentally preparing myself for this weekend. I'm getting a little nervous. This is a dog, not a child; I'm great with dogs... and usually children... so this isn't going to be bad or sad. Oh dear. I should send away for her Carolina sweater; even I'm chilly these days. And a hot water bottle or a heating pad for now.

Gramma and Grampa are going on a cruise for Thanksgiving. I think Mom and Syddie and I should take over their house for the holiday since Gramma's kitchen is bigger. I also think I need to make a pie or something for the Thursday get together... I could skip it like I did the Haven one, and maybe I should. Ugh, gotta get all my visits in.

I'm going to have to break out the cold weather gear and layer. I'm out of practice.

Also, a little extra cuteness for the morning under the jump.Collapse )

"You are / the one..."

(Subject line changed after teasing from Danielle. :)

Would you like to see the potential Miss Natalie Marie? :D

I think the lady's camera's date is wrong, but I'll certainly be making sure everything is kosher. After all I'm in love. And already making plans to go visit her near G-Vegas on the weekend of the 17th.

After visiting the toy fox in the puppy store earlier today, I've never been more certain about any decision in my life. If only my love life were so easy...

La! Now off to do my mileage to make the trip a little easier on my bank account!