June movie challenge for day 9 to 13

Oh dear, it looks as though I’ve fallen behind again. And the draft that I thought I’d saved deleted itself. Pooh! But as they say, oh well. All the more for me to post right now, and get it over with. Here we go!

Day 9, favourite horror film: Cat People.

There are so many creepy elements in this movie, I can’t even begin to describe it.

Day 10, favourite movie monster: The creature from Young Frankenstein.


Day 11, favourite damsel in distress: Willie from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.

The DID thingy is slightly problematic in itself, but you know what? I love Willie anyway. She’s whiny, but she’s hilarious.

Day 12, best book to movie adaptation: The Wizard of Oz (written by L. Frank Baum)


Even though MGM took quite a few liberties with it in in the movie, I still enjoy it because it is a classic and magical and perfect.

NOW FOR DAY 13! favourite movie soundtrack: Cinema Paradiso.

I couldn’t for the life of me choose a favourite soundtrack, but then I remembered how absolutely beautiful the soundtrack is. Listening to it, I feel like I could float away.

Willie image from here, Wizard of Oz gif via Tenor


Seen and heard lately

The month goes by so fast, and I can’t remember the last time I wrote one of these, but I figured it was time for an update. And oh, what a month it has been! I didn’t end up throwing self-control away (re: my last post), but my horizons were certainly broadened in some respects.


First, allow me to begin with the obvious: the Royal Wedding of the year. It was only natural I should get up with the birds on the Saturday so I could watch the coverage as it happened. I made cream scones for the occasion and sipped loose-leaf English breakfast tea, and I watched it with my Mom. (We did the same for William and Kate’s wedding in 2010!) I must admit, it was a very sweet ceremony. Cheers to the happy couple!


A snap shot of some lilacs that I took while I was attending a wedding shower one weekend. The venue/nursery Bloom Field Gardens was truly breathtaking!

Speaking of gorgeous, here’s a ballerina who’s fouettes/pirouettes/chaines I aspire to have. Oh, and to dance to that glorious Swan Lake Coda. (And that ending!!!)


The new Solo movie!!! Ok, I haven’t seen it yet, but I will make sure I do so soon, because to not see a Star Wars movie in theatres is to be considered an abomination. (I learned this the hard way after not seeing The Force Awakens. #regrets)


This Woman’s Work, Kate Bush. I heard this on the 2nd season premiere of the Hand Maid’s Tale, and my oh my, that was a powerful scene.

Wuthering Heights, Kate Bush. Another Cathy–I mean, catchy song! I think I’ve watched the video enough times to get the dance moves down pat. If I ever hear it playing somewhere, it will be incredibly hard not to dance to it.

Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act III No. 18, Tchaikovsky. I am mainly here for the trumpets and dramatic entrance of Odile.

You’re so cool, Hans Zimmer. Ok, so I recently began taking up jogging (something I never thought I’d want to take up again, because why run when you can dance?), and I was looking for ways to ease my way into it. I came across one blogger who used this as one of her running themes. What a superb idea! Indeed it is a good piece, because as soon as I had first played it through, I knew I wanted it on my iPod (which doesn’t come often).

Tra la!

Image from here, Solo gif from here

Thoughts on a Friday

Rope climbing competition, 1928
  • All I smell is the perfume I sprayed on my wrist while I was in Sephora today.
  • Can’t say that I’m crazy about it.
  • But what can one do when faced with so many perfume options? Other than spray your wrist, I mean.
  • I can’t remember who it was by, but I’m thinking it was Dior.
  • In Bloom, maybe?
  • It’s a little too floral-y and sweet for my taste.
  • In fact, it smells like something my sister would wear.
  • I wish I had a signature perfume.
  • But I have no idea what it is.
  • It takes experimentation, I guess, and body chemistry.
  • Guys out there, is it any easier when trying cologne?
  • Probably.
  • *snorts in derision*
  • This is what happens when you just want to smell nice.
  • I think it’s time to start wearing cologne.
  • Then watch with a creepy smile on my face as I confuse the heck out of everyone.
  • I watched Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle the other day, and it lived up to every one of my expectations.
  • I was not disappointed.
  • I was only slightly apprehensive about it because it was coming off of the original Jumanji movie, but…. It was really good?
  • Plus they paid tribute to Robin Williams, and that made me happy and sad at the same time.
  • But yeah, I enjoyed it.
  • It was funny, full of action and just… I can’t… Even.
  • Robin Williams 😢
  • And I found a new crush in Nick Jonas.
  • Oops.
  • I made a good choice.
  • I mean, a good choice for a movie!
  • I wish more movies out there were like that.
  • Nothing like a romp in the jungle.
  • Apparently it was filmed in Hawaii.
  • Well, then I guess I’m going to Hawaii.
  • If—aha, no, I mean when—I make it there, I’m going to pretend as thought I’m in the show Lost for my entire stay.
  • That’s just how it is.
  • Because I think of Hawaii, and then I think of Lost.
  • Smoke monster, aaah!
  • Aaaaand I just got a whiff of that perfume on my wrist.
  • But really.
  • I got more excited than I should have this morning when I heard that there would be a Star Wars tv series in the works.
  • It’s all too much for my nerves.
  • Shit, when did I become such a Star Wars freak?
  • Probably because of the most recent one.
  • Dammit.
  • My stream of consciousness is going great guns, and I think it’s because I’ve had too much coffee.
  • Makes for productive thinking.
  • Like coming to terms with the fact that Krispy Kreme now has a lemon-glazed doughnut.
  • Or is it donut?
  • Other than Hawaii, the one place I would like to be at this moment is in LA for the TCM film festival.
  • Don’t you @ me.
  • It’s all over my Twitter feed, and I just want to have a good time and bask in the Old Hollywood-kissed sun.
  • And maybe run into a famous celebrity.
  • Seasoned or new.
  • And eventually fling myself onto someone’s Star on Hollywood Boulevard.
  • I think my stream of consciousness has nearly run its course.
  • Unless you want to hear about my baby-related dreams.
  • No, you probably don’t.
  • It’s the weekend, I’m free.

Today’s musical piece is from… You guessed it! Because it gave me all the feels of the original movie.

Image via Yesterday’s Print

Wednesday thought dump


  • I could have sworn I saw fire works.
  • God, that song is catchy.
  • Between this song and various songs from Jesus Christ Superstar, they have been on repeat in my head for weeks now.
  • They’re all good songs, but come on!
  • By the way, NBC’s JCS was on Sunday!
  • I’m sad that I missed it, I was at my family’s Easter dinner.
  • Could we start again, please?
  • I only caught the tale end of it, but it looked like it was a pretty good performance.
  • John Legend, aaaah!
  • The way that musical holds up is a testament (pun sort of intended?) to how well it was written.
  • I still love Norm Jewison’s film version.
  • Ted Neely.
  • What a guy! What a set of pipes!
  • For the record, JCS has been in my head since before December.
  • Habits.
  • This article has me thinking about habits.
  • And keeping them.
  • All I want is to watch Star Wars from beginning to end.
  • As if I didn’t already do so this past weekend.
  • And it had made me desperate for Episode IX to come out.
  • This is bad.
  • It’s still two years away!
  • The only thing that will keep me from breaking is the new Han Solo movie.
  • That’s it. I’m obsessed.
  • Help. Me.
  • It’s super windy outside.
  • Wind: it gets everywhere.
  • And gets things everywhere.
  • At least it’s sunny.
  • Because a wind and rain combination is not fun whatsoever.
  • I want something, but I don’t know what.
  • There’s more to life than that. Don’t ask me what.
  • Dammit, now I’m thinking of the Matchmaker song from Fiddler on the Roof.
  • What is this?
  • Take note of how the early 1970s went far out on the religious themed musicals.
  • Think Fiddler, JCS, Godspell
  • Any others that I’m missing?
  • Oh, and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dream Coat.
  • Which I’ve never seen.
  • Anyway, I find that interesting.
  • Norman Jewison directed both Fiddler and JCS.
  • JCS would be my top pick.
  • Sometimes I wish I could sing, but at the same time, thank fuck that I can’t.
  • I love the Onion.
  • So very much.
  • Happy Wednesday, everyone.


Image from here

Seen and heard (and read) lately


Happy first day of spring! It’s a bit cold and windy, but if you look past that it’s quite lovely out. I’ve also got Krispy Kreme donuts sitting a few feet away from me, so that is another tell-tale sign of spring.


Three Billboards Outside Ebbing Missouri. Initially, it was not something I was interested in seeing. But my parents had rented it, and I had to see it myself. Whew! Despite some weird/unexpected moments throughout the film, I came to the conclusion that it was quite good. Now I can see why it earned so many awards!

Writer’s Block. That would be me… If I didn’t use the internet as a distraction to keep me from writing.

Hands down my favourite Heritage Minute. For a minute long clip, it does a wonderful and beautiful job at encapsulating who LM was as a person–not just her Anne of Green Gables persona. It also makes me want to create beautiful words and imagery.

-Making this place in Tuscany my someday travel destination.


Smalltown Boy. It was one of those 80s’ tunes I’d always heard, but never knew who it was sung by. Then I had an aha moment and asked Siri. Now I know, and now it’s permanently stuck in my head.

I got you Babe. Another case of the ear worm! It’s a good song, but I know if I ever put it on my iPod I would enjoy it considerably less.

Fireworks, by First Aid Kit. Warning: you may find it achingly emotional.


Alas, no new books to report! I will report back soon when I find something worthy. The only one I’ve been reading lately is Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird, which has some excellent advice on both writing and life. Take for instance: “Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived… Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation… Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist’s true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here.”

It’s as much a comfort novel if there ever was one.