Thursday thoughts

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Eating mulberries in Shakespeare’s garden, Stratford-Upon-Avon, 1928
  • And the revelations keep on coming.
  • Every morning when I turn on the news, I find myself thinking, “who’s next?”
  • At this point, it could be anyone.
  • It’s baffling.
  • Although not necessarily surprising?
  • The Onion is having a field day with all these emerging allegations.
  • It’s also kind of upsetting, especially when it’s a person who you thought was decent.
  • Still waiting for Donald Trump’s turn.
  • That guy…
  • Iced Peppermint Mocha dreams fulfilled as of this week.
  • And the week before.
  • Chocolatey, minty goodness.
  • Although not enough whipped cream on my last to satisfy me.
  • But oh well!
  • If that doesn’t suffice, a Krispy Kreme donut will.
  • To have even half of one would be dangerous.
  • Oops, too late.
  • Dangerously delicious.
  • I hate the word delicious.
  • Especially when used to describe something that is not food.
  • Never, ever do that in my presence.
  • It’s the end of November.
  • What?…. Where did it go…??
  • It was the end of Halloween, and now it’s not.
  • Sad!
  • But then again, the Month of Merry will be upon us.
  • Have you ever heard of a Return to Saturn?
  • Unless you’re a real astrology buff, the answer is likely no.
  • I’d never heard of it before either… Until last week or so.
  • Apparently it happens. Every 29.5 years or so, the planet Saturn returns to the astrological house that you were born into and stirs up enough personal shit to make it feel as if you’re going through puberty again.
  • If you’re turning 29 within the next year, like I am, it’s fast approaching.
  • Timing is everything, isn’t it?
  • All I had to do was a bit of research as to when mine is due, and OH GOD IT’S RETURNING THIS DECEMBER.
  • My ass is going to be kicked by an invisible astrological entity.
  • For two years.
  • But perhaps some good will come out of it.
  • Hey, James Cameron’s Titanic turned twenty this month!
  • Questions still linger about that movie.
  • Namely, why Rose wasn’t able to make room for Jack on that floating door.
  • Or better yet…. Did Rose actually die at the end of the movie?
  • Likely yes, but that’s been up for debate.
  • It’s still a shame she dropped the necklace into the ocean.
  • That thing was worth a fortune, dammit!
  • You know what also came out this month in 1942?
  • Casablanca.
  • Ingrid Bergman was luminous.
  • And on that note, I sign off!
  • But not before I leave you with this other Journey song I’ve been listening to lately.
  • There’s no cheesy video to accompany it, as far as I know, but it doesn’t need it.
  • Thank goodness.

 

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Seen, heard and read lately

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Well thank f***, it’s finally started feeling like fall. The leaves are finally changing (better late than never), the weather is turning gross, Halloween is looming…. And scary movies are on tv. What’s better than that??! (Just don’t say Christmas.)

Seen:

-The Alias Grace mini series. (See below.)

-Dracula films on Sunday nights this month starring Christopher Lee. Campy at times with tons of bright red (fake) blood, but they are awesome.

-A demonstration of how Medieval people walked. Sounds like a drag, but it’s actually quite interesting. Apparently humans (depending on the region, that is) have gotten lazy at walking properly  over the last Millenia.

The most beautiful thing to grace the Internet over the weekend. However, I did find out that this was created in August, so it’s been around for a bit. Also, I thought this was sung by Frank Sinatra, but nope! It’s actually sung by Matt Monro.

Heard:

-I’m still kind of on a Jesus Christ Superstar kick, so I’ve been coming back to this and this as of late. (And holy smokes, I never thought I’d be admiring how hot a singing voice Jesus has.)

-The Carpenters’ “We’ve only Just Begun”. It randomly popped up in my recommended videos on Youtube a while back, and then I heard it on the radio in the car.

Read:

Alias Grace, by Margaret Atwood. So good! I only wish I could write as compellingly as Atwood can. I thought it would be dark and depressing (which it was at times) like The Handmaid’s Tale, but it had its happy moments, and it ended on a good note. I was watching the tv series along with it, and I was not disappointed with it either. Now I am finished, and once again without a compelling book to read. Hmm.

Thursday rambles

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Throw back to four years ago when I went on a photo assignment to Todmorden Mills as a journalism student
  • It actually and finally feels like October.
  • Gosh, I love this month.
  • What a glorious time of the year.
  • Minus the rain and gloom.
  • Which makes everything so much more colourful.
  • Lots of things happen in the fall.
  • Steeped in nostalgia.
  • Even more so than the summer.
  • Time to buy some candles.
  • Who am I kidding? I never buy candles.
  • But it’s tempting to start.
  • In other news, Twitter depresses me.
  • Why do I have it again?
  • Oh, to live tweet classic movies.
  • And to shake my head at whatever stupid thing POTUS is doing/saying next.
  • But mainly to tweet about classic movies.
  • About the only thing worth keeping Twitter for.
  • Almost.
  • Speaking of classic movies, I finally watched Cat People last night on TCM.
  • It’s got an excellent creep factor, and the camera shots are phenomenal.
  • Like this scene.
  • Which in turn, reminds me of this scene. (Totally different movie, by the way, but it’s great.)
  • I was, however, hoping for more… Cat people.
  • Also, I love the 1940s-ness about it.
  • But that comes as little surprise.
  • The more news I hear coming out of Hollywood, the more messed up I find it really to be.
  • It’s always been a messed up business, but ugh.
  • Nor is it shocking to hear about gross pervs using their privilege and power against actors.
  • Harvey Weinstein was one, and there are certainly more to follow.
  • I hope more women (and men) speak up about this.
  • Because the silence that once ensured these men protection and the preservation of their good name no longer exists.
  • I appreciate what Rose Marie had to say.

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  • Young Kurt Russell was a babe.
  • And he still is a babe.
  • Sorry, just taking a Pinterest break.
  • An excellent diversion, because I’m done thinking about this Weinstein crap.
  • Pinterest is a good escape from reality when youtube doesn’t cut it.
  • Ellen DeGeneres tickets.
  • 12 Days of Giveaways.
  • I always thought you had to get tickets waaaaay in advance, but apparently not?
  • I guess I know what I’ll be doing in the next few weeks.
  • Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
  • In other words, don’t let the bastards grind you down.
  • Thanks, Handmaid’s Tale.

Thoughts on a Friday

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  • Enjoying the last few days of summer weather.
  • Sitting outdoors by the pool is no exception.
  • It’s about the only thing I’ll miss about the season.
  • Except for the limitless fruits and vegetables.
  • Oh, and swimming.
  • But then there is autumn.
  • I am inexplicably excited for the changing season.
  • And cool weather.
  • And then there is Taylor Swift.
  • How’s that for a shift in thought?
  • Suddenly she has dropped a new album, and a new song.
  • Good girl gone… Bad?
  • She usually does this sort of thing this time of year.
  • She has apparently revamped herself entirely.
  • Now there are all these memes about “The old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now.”
  • Hmm.
  • If only revamping myself were that easy.
  • I’m generally not keen on her for a couple reasons, but I give her major kudos for taking that groping incident to court, and standing her ground.
  • But she sure knows how to make a entrance.
  • Or re-entrance.
  • Why am I only starting to watch the Great British Bake off now?
  • When it’s at its end?
  • If I’m not mistaken.
  • It’s a toned down competition show about baking and it’s the most comforting thing to watch ever.
  • I can only imagine how good that baking kitchen they all work in must smell.
  • Everything about it is so British and it’s fab.
  • I mean, they’re literally baking in the middle of the English countryside.
  • It better be bake. I mean, back.
  • I didn’t miss out on seven seasons of it just so I can watch it in time for it to be cancelled.
  • That was an actual typo I made.
  • How appropriate.
  • There’s a Canadian edition premiering this fall, but I don’t know how it will measure up.
  • Oh look, I made a pun.
  • I guess it wouldn’t hurt to find out.
  • Maybe.
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Sounds like something I would do.
  • I found that article clipping funny, anyway.
  • Weekend plans include work and work.
  • Oh well!
  • In honour of Jerry Lewis, I conclude this session with a classic clip of him doing the type writer.

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Seen and heard and read this month

Hot diggity, it’s already the end of June! Now, I usually can’t get over how quickly the month goes by, but this was lightening fast. So, what’s been happening? Let’s recap…

Seen:

-The Tony Awards. I’m not as familiar with the Tonys as I am the Oscars, but it was a fun watch.

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Taken on a visit to a local nursery

 

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Reading early 20th century headlines prove to be the best kind of headlines.

I found this oddly amusing.

Heard:

The Myst (remember that game??) OST. Despite not having any clue as to what I was doing, I loved playing it as a kid. My favourite track starts at around 6:30.

-Music from the Handmaid’s Tale series. I can’t say enough about the series, and the musical tracks they include just make it even better.

Read:

Cassandra Clare’s Lord of Shadows. Man, she’s goooood. When I was reading its prequel Lady Midnight, I didn’t feel much of a connection with the characters (perhaps from being hung up on the other set in her previous books), but after reading this book I warmed to them more.

 

Image from this site (check it out, it’s fun)

Thoughts on a rainy Friday

 

  • I wonder if there’s any margarita mix lying around.
  • It is Cinco de Mayo after all.
  • A rather wet day for it, unfortunately.
  • If this is all the rain we’ll be getting, we’re in trouble.
  • It’s a lot of rain.
  • Whenever I go on Twitter and see people tweeting about the news, I feel like the dystopian society we read about in books is almost upon us.
  • Well, maybe for the US.
  • Not that it doesn’t/can’t affect us here in Canada.
  • And watching/hearing about the Hand Maid’s Tale doesn’t help much.
  • It was one of those books I always thought we owned at home, but we actually don’t.
  • I had always seen it in the book stores, though, and was mildly intrigued, but never picked it up.
  • Little did I know what sort of plot lurked beneath the cover.
  • Although I guess it always was a hint, of sorts.
  • Oh my, I think I want to try a Midnight Frappuccino.
  • It’s a Starbucks drink, if you were wondering.
  • Anything with chocolate and mint is a winner for me.
  • Or perhaps a S’mores one, which sounds equally delightful.
  • The only frappuccino I’ve ever had in my life is the Java Chip.
  • It was like a milk shake.
  • Only better.
  • The world is practically in crisis and I’m thinking about frappuccinos.
  • What a nice thought.
  • Thanks, Starbucks.
  • If you are trying to rope me into buying one of your drinks this summer, you will have succeeded.
  • I wish more headlines today were written like this.
  • Or this.
  • But I guess that’s what the Onion is for.
  • I wonder if I should get back into water colour painting.
  • I painted a lot back in the day.
  • Interesting, given that I’m not much of an artsy person.
  • Do what you enjoy, they say.
  • Or love, whatever.
  • This rainy day is affecting my train of thought.
  • I don’t have a music track in mind for this week, but I do have a Cinco de Mayo-ish themed video below. Kind of cute, no?

 

Words for a Thursday

“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.”
~F. Scott Fitzgerald, Letter to Isabelle Amorous, Feb. 1920