tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42386264541852433642024-03-12T20:09:13.803-07:00Every Blog Should Have a Porpoise!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-25082446275738042942012-11-15T11:12:00.004-08:002012-11-15T11:12:44.413-08:00The Queen of VersaillesSo I just watched this documentary yesterday and it was honestly so good and so sad. I heard about this movie a couple months ago and it's been receiving amazing reviews. It follows one of America's richest families, the Siegels, and how they basically lost everything after the financial crisis of 2008. They started building the largest house in America (90,000 square feet) and took out a mortgage against it (it was all paid in cash) to finance their business, and the house is now in foreclosure.<br />
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One of the most depressing things about this movie is that it shows the process of how Westgate (David Siegel's timeshare business) sell these timeshares to people on vacations. They take a minimum downpayment when these people have hardly any money to their name. The goal of their business is to just sell as much as possible through offering 80% discounts on these properties. It was actually so sad to watch the mindset behind the employees at Westgate, and they're fed the idea that they're "saving lives" by letting people take vacations. And then everyone was laid off because the business collapsed.<br />
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Also as if this wasn't already a widely accepted fact, this movie really shows that money doesn't buy happiness. This family is so dysfunctional even before they lost all their money ... I would not wish for their lives in my wildest dreams. No one in this family seems happy. So sad.<br />
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Here's the trailer and I seriously recommend it, it's a great look into the mindset of America before the crisis:<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-544953626341030462012-10-31T08:49:00.001-07:002012-10-31T08:49:13.913-07:00MindfulnessMy goal for November is to try to be more mindful. A professor I have keeps talking about how in general, most people we encounter aren't living in the present. This is definitely true for me - most of the time I'm thinking about the past or the future. Even when he mentions this in class and it pulls me into the present, I find my mind drifting off a few moments later, thinking about things I have to do!<br />
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"Only this moment is real and tangible and workable." - Deepak Sethi<br />
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Apparently meditation is a good way to improve focus but I'm not really sure how to meditate. I'm going to think of some way to make this a specific goal for November and see how I do!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-81013183996063270992012-10-13T09:10:00.000-07:002012-10-13T09:10:10.478-07:00Kingston's Original Haunted Walk!<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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This week, for Halloween, my housemates and I decided to do the Original Haunted Walk in Kingston! It was actually spookier than I expected. At one point the guide was telling a story about a ghost who haunts females who come to play this organ in a church on Barrie St. and then a bunch of girls screamed from a house just down the road! Turns out their power went out and that's why they screamed.<br />
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We also thought that there was a light on in the old jail (that is currently unoccupied), which also freaked us out but it turned out to be a reflection or something. So everything was fine.<br />
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So it was really fun! And we're hoping to do the Ottawa Haunted Walk since that's where we're planning on going for Halloween weekend. Hopefully it's just as spooooky...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-87739937898988358152012-10-09T06:20:00.001-07:002012-10-09T06:20:22.475-07:00What Do I Want to Do?We had a big family event over the weekend full of speeches and special moments. At one point, my grandmother asked all the grandchildren what we wanted to do in our lives...not realistically, but what we dreamed of doing.<br />
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And I really didn't know! We've been spending so much time lately planning for the future and being practical that I've had no time to think about the endless possibilities that exist right now.<br />
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Being a young twenty-something is both very difficult and very exciting these days - it's practically impossible to find jobs the way our parents did, but at the same time, if we want to drop everything and go try to live our dream, we can. I can only speak for myself, but really there's nothing to lose and nothing really tying me down. I have no one who depends on me (i.e. a husband, kids) and no real obligations (like maybe a job).<br />
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Maybe if I don't find a job this year I'll get my parents to invest in a little startup business run by me.<br />
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Haha just kidding. Maybe.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-89307165411566667632012-10-01T18:59:00.002-07:002012-10-01T18:59:29.164-07:00Muskoka Wildlife CentreMy family is renting a cottage in Muskoka this week as they do every year and I was fortunate to be able to join them for the weekend! We stayed in <a href="http://www.portstanton.com/" target="_blank">Port Stanton</a>, which my grandfather's relatives founded. I hadn't been there in about four years and it was great to be back. <div>
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We also got to visit the <a href="http://www.muskokawildlifecentre.com/mwc/" target="_blank">Muskoka Wildlife Centre</a>, which is a sort of sanctuary for wild animals native to Ontario. People bring injured animals there and they are nursed back to health. The ones who can't be re-released into the wild get to stay and help encourage visitors, who then enable the centre to keep running! They have a bobcat and lynx, a cougar, some wolves, and even a pair of ravens! Here are some pictures I took at the centre:</div>
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It was a great weekend and I wish I had more pictures, but I was very glad I got to go!<br /><div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-42889981874262885812012-09-23T05:27:00.003-07:002012-09-23T05:27:44.776-07:00Blue Jays Player's Gay SlurLast week, Toronto Blue Jays player Yunel Escobar came out to play a game with a Spanish phrase painted in white over his eye black. The phrase, when translated, is widely interpreted as being an anti-gay slur. As a result, he was suspended for three games.<br />
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The interesting part is that there is now a debate over whether his suspension was too excessive, or not excessive enough. The Huffington Post has done a segment debating this issue <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/09/20/yunel-escobar-homophobic-slur-suspension_n_1900151.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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Apparently, while the phrase does come across as homophobic, it is also a very common phrase to be heard behind the scenes in major league sports.<br />
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Ultimately, though, as a high-profile sports player (who many kids in Canada look up to), I think you should be held to a higher standard of behaviour. I think that this suspension probably was not long enough - Brett Lawrie was suspended for four games for accidentally throwing down his helmet and it bouncing up and hitting the umpire. Are these two acts equal? I really don't think so. One was most likely an accident (who could intentionally get a helmet to bounce a certain way to hit someone?), while Escobar's was completely deliberate. Although, I won't get into Brett Lawrie here...<br />
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I should note that Escobar has apologized and is also taking part in community service that is aimed to promote "<a href="http://www.cbc.ca/sports/baseball/mlb/story/2012/09/22/sp-mlb-toronto-blue-jays-yunel-escobar-slur-starting-lineup.html" target="_blank">tolerance to others based on their sexual orientation.</a>"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-462447794562639142012-09-22T12:05:00.001-07:002012-09-22T12:05:42.192-07:00I can't wait until I can get to Cob's Bread to try...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;">"An autumn favourite made with pumpkin puree and topped with a delightful cream cheese icing and a touch of caramel. Serve warm with tea or coffee as a sweet afternoon snack."</span><br />
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They look too delicious!<br />
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Source: http://www.cobsbread.com/product.aspx?ID=2010Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-39663585185936677992012-09-22T10:22:00.004-07:002012-09-22T10:22:54.905-07:00Blogging Again?I'm thinking that I should start blogging again. Just small tidbits. I was thinking of tweeting, but I'm just not up to date with all the Twitterisms unfortunately. So welcome back!<br />
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I guess a lot has happened in a year and a half! I actually think it may have been longer than that. Sorry, everyone.<br />
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So with this intro out of the way, I think I'm just going to blog about things I'm doing, things I've found that I like, that kind of stuff. I just feel like I should have more of an online presence as I get out of university and into real life.<br />
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And with that, This Blog Has a Porpoise is back!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-14207277017527578912011-08-15T15:53:00.001-07:002011-08-15T15:54:01.987-07:00Cats are Silly<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkyQ9YfNcJs&feature=fvst">Silly cat.</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-71078472913853156222011-07-09T06:42:00.000-07:002011-07-09T07:04:07.245-07:00My Fair Lady!I guess I haven't posted lately because I haven't done anything that I think anyone would be interested in. Sooo I'll just sum up my last two months now.<div><br /></div><div>First of all, I wanted to share that I'm going to see My Fair Lady at the Shaw Festival today and I'm so excited. I think My Fair Lady is one of my favourite musicals and I absolutely love the movie with Audrey Hepburn. So I'll let you know how that goes. I've heard the costumes are amazing so I can't wait to see Ascot Gavotte!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXFSCIJcEvS_VfCubPlek4Rq8N5y3ZQCrT_HLHD9jCEQtWMWu2j0U03ZSeooJvdMfBOyzp5kJzoqqYdWVnG87M1a4yQ6HHivzl0lwO-MK3sUFShbKRi5LgbdzYYHVgP1ZSFGsLZ-NOqhg/s1600/my-fair-lady.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAXFSCIJcEvS_VfCubPlek4Rq8N5y3ZQCrT_HLHD9jCEQtWMWu2j0U03ZSeooJvdMfBOyzp5kJzoqqYdWVnG87M1a4yQ6HHivzl0lwO-MK3sUFShbKRi5LgbdzYYHVgP1ZSFGsLZ-NOqhg/s320/my-fair-lady.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627352223283713410" /></a><br /><div>It just occurred to me that I never reviewed the fourth Pirates instalment. How could I let that happen?!!! Anyway, I saw it on opening day and I really enjoyed it. You know what else I'm enjoying? Looking at the <a href="http://www.swarovski.com/Web_US/en/91135/promotion/Disney.html">Swarovski Pirates collection</a>. I'm so tempted to get one (especially since they're limited edition...damn you, scarcity!). If you've seen the movie, <a href="http://www.swarovski.com/Web_US/en/1096693/product/Adventurous_Pirates_-_Angelica_Cross_Pendant.html?CatalogCategoryName=91135&isPromotion=true">this</a> is the actual necklace Penelope Cruz's character wears.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp827pII9jnvbAt8bXm28fo3Wzgvfw9o_GYTwDioH4MqxNMR3-6jKjxiir1AdKBz9PtKJiWJoF6TUHoBWKG2VBytXqX36Mbtvxe_vq0ty4Pe1wa-rzQ0zE93Z8SptZY_dMu3bg3CEKgxtC/s1600/Angelica_Teach_2.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp827pII9jnvbAt8bXm28fo3Wzgvfw9o_GYTwDioH4MqxNMR3-6jKjxiir1AdKBz9PtKJiWJoF6TUHoBWKG2VBytXqX36Mbtvxe_vq0ty4Pe1wa-rzQ0zE93Z8SptZY_dMu3bg3CEKgxtC/s320/Angelica_Teach_2.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627352213272171058" /></a><br /></div><div>And it's gorgeous...but a wee bit out of my price range. And <a href="http://www.swarovski.com/Web_US/en/1082887/product/Adventurous_Pirates_-_High_Sea_Compass_Necklace.html?CatalogCategoryName=91135&isPromotion=true">this necklace</a> is designed to look like Captain Jack's famous compass! So far it has been a very piratey summer. And I'm good with that. Also, did you hear that Johnny Depp's signed on for the fifth Pirates already? They may already be making it actually. As long as they keep delivering fresh, interesting scripts and plots, I think I'm okay with that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and I have to share this:</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6j6lUPwjdX7Au0hUw6vGy8VsMUEgaj-VDnJA30GVvQWKifK7k0TA8ya2WYa2-E9chud7PxUNUbs1DRMw3NdkLxg3GWA34p7Lnw-qO0J42Qh2Cq57NDRoetbPJpdRNBroG8xmApp6og4Z/s1600/P1000476.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6j6lUPwjdX7Au0hUw6vGy8VsMUEgaj-VDnJA30GVvQWKifK7k0TA8ya2WYa2-E9chud7PxUNUbs1DRMw3NdkLxg3GWA34p7Lnw-qO0J42Qh2Cq57NDRoetbPJpdRNBroG8xmApp6og4Z/s320/P1000476.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627352204084005346" /></a><br /></div><div><div>My friend baked me a dinosaur cake for my birthday! Isn't it awesome? It was also <b>delicious</b>!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sooo that's my update! Now that summer is half over, I've still got my California trip coming up and I'm only half done my 12 weeks of work (actually, I've only worked 5 weeks so far) and of course there's the end of summer shopping for fall that I look forward to every year. So I guess what I'm saying is...look for my next post in another 2 months!</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-26377068429853721622011-05-19T09:21:00.000-07:002011-05-19T09:27:36.340-07:00Interviews by MuppetsSo while browsing YouTube today, I came across this Sesame Street segment called Conversations with Bert.<div><br /></div><iframe width="450" height="286" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pxg113O_SRI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Bert asks some strange questions, but if I had a talk show...I'd probably ask similar things =) Housemates and I all figured out which character from Sesame Street we would be if we were a character from Sesame Street, and it was widely accepted that I would be Bert. I hope Conversations with Bert has a bright future.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also stumbled upon this video, in which Kermit interviews the various stars attending the Pirates of the Caribbean premiere:</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><iframe width="450" height="286" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CxDu78Y67dk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Cute!!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-2648270487265375552011-05-10T18:57:00.000-07:002011-05-10T19:05:52.397-07:00Our Day of WildlifeToday was a strange day.<div><br /></div><div>It all started when I awoke this morning. I heard a buzzing sound, but my mind made it fit in with my dream (as it tends to do). I realized that this buzzing sound didn't really work with what my mind was trying to conjure so I opened my eyes to see what was going on.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jack was trying to catch some flying bug. A little yucky, but not that bad. At first I thought it was one of <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCV7YCDZHXf95dzWOn9foaCW9vt8G3jrylXYfr1aBnVsP10Mif350WJlnCdmm7Uw3AZRrLmDpEuMsxW3bVChB7oQ2wqeU-66F0Svax4XA5AFm3S2ZLTKC3SUhXjtIoILxfb1G_CnqMlE/">these</a>, which, while being gross, are not dangerous. However, I soon realized that it was not that, it was <a href="http://nicksagan.blogs.com/nick_sagan_online/images/2007/04/02/wasp.jpg">this</a> and poor Jacky may have been stung already.</div><div><br /></div><div>If anyone has read The Shining, you may recall the part where Danny, who has been given an empty wasp nest by his father, wakes up to find three wasps crawling on his face (and is then stung, I believe). This is what first came to my mind. </div><div><br /></div><div>So naturally, I grabbed Jack and dashed out of there as fast as possible. </div><div><br /></div><div>Overall, a wonderful start to the day. But our Day of Wildlife, as I shall forever call it, was just beginning.</div><div><br /></div><div>Over breakfast, we noticed a duck that had wandered over to our birdfeeder (usually reserved for...smaller birds) and was eating the fallen seeds from the ground with the squirrels!! I think the squirrels were a little freaked out. There was a slight kerfuffle. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then we saw the most adorable tiny bunny (like <a href="http://www.capefearrabbits.org/babywild.jpg">this</a>) in the backyard. Too cute!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, although I was not witness to this, apparently there was a bird fight in our backyard!! My mom put up this fancy birdfeeder with an orange that's supposed to attract Baltimore Orioles and I guess it worked too well because we had two couples that wanted to claim our backyard as their territory and the guys were fighting over that orange. So much drama. Over an orange. Sheesh, guys.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway! My mom thinks we had a bird actually in the house at one point but I don't know about that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah, and we found a centipede in a drawer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Phew! See why I said it was a Day of Wildlife?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-54490716920760791972011-05-03T12:58:00.000-07:002011-05-03T13:14:45.462-07:00Why Is It Terrifying?!?!Hi.<div><br /></div><div>Sorry my blogging is sporadic. I'm back at home and the wireless internet does NOT like me, so I'm only going online every other day or so.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, so a while back I blogged about ZooBorns, this site that posts pictures of animals born at zoos around the world that brings happiness to my life every other day or so.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I logged on and found <a href="http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/2011/04/little-aardvark-makes-big-debut-at-busch-gardens.html">this</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>AHHHHH!!!!?!</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought baby animals were supposed to be cute. Maybe once he grows hair he'll be cuter?</div><div><br /></div><div>Quick! Need a dose of cute animal!!!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b01538e290447970b-800wi" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 436px;" src="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b01538e290447970b-800wi" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><blockquote style="text-align: center;">Skeptical owl is skeptical.</blockquote></div><div>In other news, I had a job interview today! Very exciting. Hopefully I get hired soon!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>And yeah, has anyone seen <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKJgcEgvx4U&feature=feedu">Epic Meal Time</a> this week? I was talking to my cousin over the weekend and he mentioned that it's been going downhill since Tequila Taco Night. Can't say I disagree...although I did enjoy when they filmed going to all the drive throughs and getting the employees' reactions to all the food they were ordering. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I guess that's all that is new with my life this week. I have another interview on Friday at another place and I've got some planning to do for Mother's Day on Sunday. Should be a lovely weekend! Hope the weather gets better...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-38964698078251700612011-04-25T16:25:00.000-07:002011-04-25T16:27:42.456-07:00Eye Exams...I haven't blogged in a bit because I was at home! Yay! But on the train ride back I was watching some Arrested Development episodes and I love this part where George Michael goes to the eye doctor. I totally relate with his stress at trying to find the right level of ... glasses strength?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="450" height="368" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hDhJ8K6UpwM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Just one of the many reasons why Arrested Development is awesome!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-25584373100430267452011-04-17T20:55:00.000-07:002011-04-18T09:47:58.412-07:00If It's Not Baroque, Don't Fix It!<div>I mentioned last week I believe that it is once again exam time. While I have not been posting as often as I hoped to, I'm hoping to make up for it now. </div><div><br /></div><div>This evening, out of comfort, I put on my VHS copy of Beauty and the Beast. Naturally, being in a house of 90's babies, my Housemates gathered to watch with me. It's nice and reassuring to watch a childhood favourite during stressful exam times. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway! I made notes all throughout watching Beauty and the Beast. Quick fun fact before we begin. Did you know that Robby Benson, the voice of Beast, also had a guest star role on The Magic School Bus? He plays a teacher, Mr. Seedplot, and sings a song on a bicycle as seen in the following video around 3:50:</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="450" height="368" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/23D3KROj7mQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Cool, right? Another childhood favourite!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, now to begin the commentary. I noted a few favourite parts as the movie progressed. Favourite Part #1 is when Belle sits down on the fountain with her book and the sheep and has a lovely moment. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyufZTr6Hj00T2BbM8kj569i9RUo7aPOnMlOhrzKqEdCe-T55pui9h5gWp-j9kivf9urw-vWLvzI6BR46E-6LBEZCqItYh32yAh4J2znqGMlDTLfo_22Qzk6x1plLL5LBnTyqjK6JCHYB/s1600/1-sheep.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyufZTr6Hj00T2BbM8kj569i9RUo7aPOnMlOhrzKqEdCe-T55pui9h5gWp-j9kivf9urw-vWLvzI6BR46E-6LBEZCqItYh32yAh4J2znqGMlDTLfo_22Qzk6x1plLL5LBnTyqjK6JCHYB/s320/1-sheep.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596779082921853330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"But she won't discover that it's him till chapter three"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div>I'm not sure if it's the sheep or the song or the cinematography but it's a lovely moment.<div><br /></div><div>Another part that I love is this beautiful shot in the Reprise of Belle. I don't think I need to explain why this is absolutely gorgeous.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD1WDI4MQ4102-u9rivQt5Mb8pDgX-_hfD9SW9nyG-Npq7d1ajHMwlWq0YlxTATEfr3ZWZuInVDWZq-DZ-XE2rZh9sR6C0_pzw2oUQaSs3i79J_ee4hsvr4wTRR100u4ZAMsMat7Q0utJI/s1600/2-landscape.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD1WDI4MQ4102-u9rivQt5Mb8pDgX-_hfD9SW9nyG-Npq7d1ajHMwlWq0YlxTATEfr3ZWZuInVDWZq-DZ-XE2rZh9sR6C0_pzw2oUQaSs3i79J_ee4hsvr4wTRR100u4ZAMsMat7Q0utJI/s320/2-landscape.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596779076306139442" /></a><br /></div><div>The VHS version looks more beautiful though, in my opinion. My pictures have been taken from the DVD which was digitally restored. You know another reason why VHS is the best? The previews! I may be alone on this, but I love watching the upcoming Disney movies on my old tapes. Takes me back...</div><div><br /></div><div>Moving along! Housemates and I talk a lot about Bromances (for those who don't know, basically two guys who are best friends forever). Cogsworth and Lumiere, in my opinion, do not have this relationship. They are what I like to call 'enefriends'. You've heard of frenemies? Enefriends is the opposite! (I kind of made this term up) Lumiere and Cogsworth are constantly arguing and bickering but deep down they care about each other. </div><div><br /></div><div>I particularly love their enefriends relationship when they're discussing whose fault it is that Beast got mad about Maurice being in his castle. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cogsworth: Couldn't keep quiet, could we? Just had to invite him to stay, didn't we? Serve him tea, sit in ze master's chair, pet ze pooch!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lumiere: I was trying to be hospitable!!</span></div></blockquote><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Love those two. </div><div><br /></div><div>Random (questionable...) observation: I'm not proud of this, but I must say I never noticed it before. During the song "Gaston," the man himself has a line that says "and every last inch of me's covered with hair." Check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDMfpbdbHWg">this link</a> for the song and skip to 1:41 to see the line.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gaston subtly winks when singing "every last inch". </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF2Sj_yzjWb5_vfgFEamIXT3ZF3V_3bU2HGQbjpZF7MXP093kl93OINOSx35NWjEC9vF-VMmkmaX-g3VUj45Ptf9D1dfHrfGv4z1n_KF3MOhc24sr8IJOnUviLnISgb8zaXVaLhDjVaX8/s1600/3-wink.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF2Sj_yzjWb5_vfgFEamIXT3ZF3V_3bU2HGQbjpZF7MXP093kl93OINOSx35NWjEC9vF-VMmkmaX-g3VUj45Ptf9D1dfHrfGv4z1n_KF3MOhc24sr8IJOnUviLnISgb8zaXVaLhDjVaX8/s320/3-wink.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778795730905986" /></a><br /></div><div>Um...animators...are you implying what I think you're implying? Oh, no, nevermind! In case there was any confusion, here's every last inch of his <i>chest</i> covered in hair. Okay. What a relief.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHcrzgUQ8fZRNNWnTGslmucmUXzW28KxCXTrEHRaDjLGPk4QkCdDctDvN9EODziqLwLsxdCdpeYg_36vLSYR1Uvd-ZrLYtnyNcOhE9zwD_s1Bha_a1imVAFWSMMqqd5daSrWQKYEo4BRO/s1600/4-chest.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHcrzgUQ8fZRNNWnTGslmucmUXzW28KxCXTrEHRaDjLGPk4QkCdDctDvN9EODziqLwLsxdCdpeYg_36vLSYR1Uvd-ZrLYtnyNcOhE9zwD_s1Bha_a1imVAFWSMMqqd5daSrWQKYEo4BRO/s320/4-chest.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778789724358354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Also: nice happy trail, Gaston...</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously, though, when I noticed and pointed out to Housemates, we were all a little shocked that: a) it was in there in the first place; and b) we never noticed before!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ah, well. Hey! Here's my Favourite Part #3! When Mrs. Potts and Lumiere teach Beast how to be a gentleman.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lumiere: When she comes in, give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come, come, show me the smile.</span></blockquote></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyl6UeMFU1N7xurGnXh2tFINq7DtFdVtDz4j7nBDlH0bpdU1dIbBBdwERvTmCj1iSCYClAaAnLYrn_eghmpKzYsPyllAXTN-vH6sGhiXXY1IYdjX5b221Z_B8QSOj7t0twlh0XLFivrn0/s1600/5-smile.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyl6UeMFU1N7xurGnXh2tFINq7DtFdVtDz4j7nBDlH0bpdU1dIbBBdwERvTmCj1iSCYClAaAnLYrn_eghmpKzYsPyllAXTN-vH6sGhiXXY1IYdjX5b221Z_B8QSOj7t0twlh0XLFivrn0/s320/5-smile.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778780184245858" /></a><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mrs. Potts: But don't frighten the poor girl</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lumiere: Impress her with your rapier wit!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">MP: But be gentle</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">L: Shower her with compliments</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">MP: But be sincere</span></div></blockquote><div>And Beast gets so confused. Too cute!</div><div><br /></div><div>One of my all-time favourite Disney quotes comes from Beauty and the Beast. Cogsworth is giving Belle his guided tour of the Enchanted Castle. ("Perhaps you'd like to take me. I'm sure you know everything there is to know about the castle." "Oh, well, actually...well yes, I do." Cogsworth then takes them through the castle (with the footrest dog running around with them!) and discusses the architectural styles of Beast's castle. And he even makes a little joke! </div><div>"This is yet another example of the late neoclassical Baroque period. And, as I always say, if it's not Baroque don't fix it!" </div><div><br /></div><div>So silly, yet because it's Cogsworth, it totally works.</div><div><br /></div><div>Time for Favourite Part #4! I actually have a few points to make about the whole West Wing scene, so they'll all fall under my fourth Favourite Part. First of all, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCy08FsFwJU">the score</a>. Beautiful. Mysterious and epic all at once. Beauty and the Beast is the only Disney soundtrack that I have on full in my iTunes (well, and Tangled now...). It has one of the most amazing scores of all the Disney movies I think. Another song I love is the Transformation piece. But they are all lovely.</div><div><br /></div><div>The real favourite part that I intended to put here was the moment when Belle, after being saved from the wolves by Beast, turns to get on Philippe and ride away. But she stops and realizes she can't just leave Beast there.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXGNW-ZuHWHE_6WqbwBTPVNAIdGHwW067j8TKzrgp8jELIx50w2tB9jnKTMPM3uyPRlCW-9YSxuwZGzpVcksiXpukoKzuxMXlm4jtrwgPAfG_yfi7C7IZIgwwcTruedDLzxlTE1ayFtlQ/s1600/6-horse.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXGNW-ZuHWHE_6WqbwBTPVNAIdGHwW067j8TKzrgp8jELIx50w2tB9jnKTMPM3uyPRlCW-9YSxuwZGzpVcksiXpukoKzuxMXlm4jtrwgPAfG_yfi7C7IZIgwwcTruedDLzxlTE1ayFtlQ/s320/6-horse.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778768604395938" /></a><br /></div><div>And all of a sudden, everything changes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which leads to Belle and Beast having a discussion. I love this little argument where they're each trying to prove they're right. It humanizes Beast by showing he's just a kid inside who was never shown real kindness before. And purely based on his facial expressions, I've written my own interpretation of what's going through his head this whole time.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifvAYZsL57m-Ju5ZkMYDZOBOqw8C-n5nftz8jRdKClDHF-QEttBexlGipQEjSDRo2bQuNejNLOtHkHoZZop2JCZoSSikK5ncn2FYBR9mDO4jhQX0T-YzbFtNHebA33CAIsE1bu2IhSnJe6/s1600/7-argument.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifvAYZsL57m-Ju5ZkMYDZOBOqw8C-n5nftz8jRdKClDHF-QEttBexlGipQEjSDRo2bQuNejNLOtHkHoZZop2JCZoSSikK5ncn2FYBR9mDO4jhQX0T-YzbFtNHebA33CAIsE1bu2IhSnJe6/s320/7-argument.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778762721086514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Don't do that."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Internal Beast Monologue: I can take care of myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtI3SotE_17fiwrPYi-i9Wm4uyGC3LxcvGZdrdpTuNI_3W4giYE7_PPFLe7eJRbBb7wNkM20eY597EUI_Q6aZmuXXvWNonc4a0VABRBf3CjXgK4ArL55X1CgiHYloZhuLUboqCAbEymxa/s1600/8-argument.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtI3SotE_17fiwrPYi-i9Wm4uyGC3LxcvGZdrdpTuNI_3W4giYE7_PPFLe7eJRbBb7wNkM20eY597EUI_Q6aZmuXXvWNonc4a0VABRBf3CjXgK4ArL55X1CgiHYloZhuLUboqCAbEymxa/s320/8-argument.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778436193980466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"That hurts!" *sorry for the bar in this picture</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">IBM: That hurts!</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Lfb1QHSYe8gGlPoPTy0x6CV_WIl4RrHuvO-HIxoxz3Ch8XubZihsqMCiu5nRSmvYYDPmO-LeRyZ71ZjQZDnNOq3xbaL460BkJROU8xKtKFo8HXz_4s12UyCzLA8MEPtimIWN31NdIyBg/s1600/9-argument.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Lfb1QHSYe8gGlPoPTy0x6CV_WIl4RrHuvO-HIxoxz3Ch8XubZihsqMCiu5nRSmvYYDPmO-LeRyZ71ZjQZDnNOq3xbaL460BkJROU8xKtKFo8HXz_4s12UyCzLA8MEPtimIWN31NdIyBg/s320/9-argument.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778429714599554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!"</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">IBM: She will not win this argument.</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_ptvjvSRutti8oLt1kl-741NHQseORZNPM-FMezzBiTGkusblwdfiGNdIhShQ07m2FS3MZqSQA9GROXKVc5IxbjTvlL4TIcRMFLGtt-5lOqW5Yw1f67cfEfY6UaLiHaJN6tf6u2xsLU0/s1600/10-argument.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_ptvjvSRutti8oLt1kl-741NHQseORZNPM-FMezzBiTGkusblwdfiGNdIhShQ07m2FS3MZqSQA9GROXKVc5IxbjTvlL4TIcRMFLGtt-5lOqW5Yw1f67cfEfY6UaLiHaJN6tf6u2xsLU0/s320/10-argument.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778420654770562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"If you hadn't run away, none of this would have happened."</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">IBM: She has no chance.</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVadFSWfroUIImEBnAlZkN4d82ThKXwXNyeGGpXwNcDjQXimyHQB0Y1MJQA-Px7Fr9P7tuaEOFsK540p_f6ICkDSuSGccRFX8o7VLJFAOSK6CRRJw0zPOaaPxwKnuPzLJN-F0hZuonQwrh/s1600/11-argument.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVadFSWfroUIImEBnAlZkN4d82ThKXwXNyeGGpXwNcDjQXimyHQB0Y1MJQA-Px7Fr9P7tuaEOFsK540p_f6ICkDSuSGccRFX8o7VLJFAOSK6CRRJw0zPOaaPxwKnuPzLJN-F0hZuonQwrh/s320/11-argument.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778415305944722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away."</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">IBM: Oh...</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8v_XPG2cnFhC8MBcpFf68s8cHjEKhf023doV1jQn6Hkfc_DBU87sZlw3kdgDIi_8yeRTCfPyzV0gYcQ06FhUQaXh6dCIBPXc6lx8depqKAB_i-0S65_HFadIkiFJciDBsgU9_gKBBPpR/s1600/12-argument.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8v_XPG2cnFhC8MBcpFf68s8cHjEKhf023doV1jQn6Hkfc_DBU87sZlw3kdgDIi_8yeRTCfPyzV0gYcQ06FhUQaXh6dCIBPXc6lx8depqKAB_i-0S65_HFadIkiFJciDBsgU9_gKBBPpR/s320/12-argument.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778409336849938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well you shouldn't have been in the West Wing!"</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">IBM: Haha! I've got her cornered.</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARncogfG0qIwRmvwnAo05BFql_7AyexIhOkL3i4nVFhsJKRmPen2gNOQuxE44AqzeIgXUJK1uTiWZMoGgOItLiwMPZiw0nu66KryLgDmo5ivNbS9VGAPCZ47Ax4s3tMKPCqcwMR37Oj6D/s1600/13-argument.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARncogfG0qIwRmvwnAo05BFql_7AyexIhOkL3i4nVFhsJKRmPen2gNOQuxE44AqzeIgXUJK1uTiWZMoGgOItLiwMPZiw0nu66KryLgDmo5ivNbS9VGAPCZ47Ax4s3tMKPCqcwMR37Oj6D/s320/13-argument.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778087272190210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Well you should learn to control your temper."</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">IBM: ...</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0sd_hR_7Sds2uUSiDDpVa-O3jNhFWv4b4_lH_mMjTqVc47DwO7hfL9_tT8ztQDU79Fusc7pNl1p_jJf50zixIFzJVk8_cJJpBr4g7CQ6bSDEMdtvVbHZXE3P2Af6xqMGvs1jcMXniFeY/s1600/14-argument.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0sd_hR_7Sds2uUSiDDpVa-O3jNhFWv4b4_lH_mMjTqVc47DwO7hfL9_tT8ztQDU79Fusc7pNl1p_jJf50zixIFzJVk8_cJJpBr4g7CQ6bSDEMdtvVbHZXE3P2Af6xqMGvs1jcMXniFeY/s320/14-argument.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778078665347186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">IBM: Hmph.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://byrontobuffy.blogspot.com/">Housemate</a>: He's far more expressive than she is. Which is interesting. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's true, Housemate! I love how the animators have put so much emotion into his expressions. It adds a lot of depth to his retorts.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Housemate quote from last night when we were watching it: they don't take each other's shit. He's just a baby.")</div><div><br /></div><div>And once again, everything changes.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hRhuPTg-_m_L6C0DdgUkQ0tTH9s2Z-iEWzysgtvWx8WuaUAq6BJPWqRR2sCCEojYlvqYqydWk9R4cU708lCkF6EfCwhnKwf47L1yTrpyzW0tRtHMsTvucfloaBSTN9Wy9P43hyUgyQIT/s1600/15-resolution.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hRhuPTg-_m_L6C0DdgUkQ0tTH9s2Z-iEWzysgtvWx8WuaUAq6BJPWqRR2sCCEojYlvqYqydWk9R4cU708lCkF6EfCwhnKwf47L1yTrpyzW0tRtHMsTvucfloaBSTN9Wy9P43hyUgyQIT/s320/15-resolution.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778070905306994" /></a><br /></div><div>Favourite Part #4: Books! Amazing cinematography. And it's a heartwarming gesture.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6_-SVnFtzD2VL6cD7fBW0b667IEERjQ1SKcrFptKEAmJJ8wae7jNpIlXN3DroGo4oYKs2DlKSWJAdnqOHaQoCaCDH7oRXlFmTWk-wOryoKgWKpgejxJn7AKsroJ62foKapepgTEtI3ry/s1600/16-books.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6_-SVnFtzD2VL6cD7fBW0b667IEERjQ1SKcrFptKEAmJJ8wae7jNpIlXN3DroGo4oYKs2DlKSWJAdnqOHaQoCaCDH7oRXlFmTWk-wOryoKgWKpgejxJn7AKsroJ62foKapepgTEtI3ry/s320/16-books.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778051414731666" /></a><br /></div><div>A brief Q and A session before we continue with the commentary:</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: How does Beast get clothes that fit? (Question provided by Housemate).</div><div>A: Well, how did he get clothes before? He must have had a tailor in the castle who was then transformed into perhaps a sewing machine or something. The movie just doesn't have enough time to introduce every single servant who was transformed into an object!</div><div><br /></div><div>Q: Are all those teacups and silverware servants? He's eating his porridge with some poor guy's face!</div><div>A: Of course not! All the objects in the castle can't be servants. What did Beast use to eat his porridge before the castle was enchanted? My theory is that once his servants became objects, the rest of the objects became animated, but they don't have personality necessarily. So once the spell is broken, only the servants become human again and the rest of the objects become inanimate again. This is the only theory I can think of to explain how many forks are dancing on the chandelier during Be Our Guest.</div><div><br /></div><div>Moving right along, I bring you a scene that actually gives me shivers in this movie. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11PgICGtbJs7rGH4qzFj8HuEia8vM4y8eJl2TvElvtWlL0Sy35MYjMJ0DiiwB_5gThoYCgCGO-YzZZerGTx5edMqwSf8mYbaK_P7cITS_Lt8KgSso-urIWrVBSX3tPe7ZnVWy14kv_W0z/s1600/17-light.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11PgICGtbJs7rGH4qzFj8HuEia8vM4y8eJl2TvElvtWlL0Sy35MYjMJ0DiiwB_5gThoYCgCGO-YzZZerGTx5edMqwSf8mYbaK_P7cITS_Lt8KgSso-urIWrVBSX3tPe7ZnVWy14kv_W0z/s320/17-light.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596778040091652242" /></a><br /></div></div></div><div>The animation during the song Beauty and the Beast when they're dancing is breathtaking. The digitally restored version actually looks less impressive than the VHS version does. But if you have the VHS, seriously look at the camera angles. It looks almost 3D. Also, of course, the song is beautiful. And I love when Beast looks over at Cogsworth and Lumiere and they are cheering him on. </div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, my final favourite part:</div><div>After Beast's servants have fought off the intruding townsmen, Lumiere celebrates by giving Cogsworth kisses on the cheek. Since they are sworn enefriends, though, Cogsworth does not put up with this and gives him a very prim slap to remind him that they are not to show the depth of their friendship in public! (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SJCixomLf8">See around 2:25</a>) I think this is the best representation of their relationship and it's just a really funny moment.</div><div><br /></div><div>So that more or less concludes my commentary! Of course, there is much more that I could say, but this post is already long enough. Hope you enjoyed and if you haven't seen Beauty and the Beast in a while, GO WATCH IT. NOW. =)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-24550136113536549812011-04-12T08:19:00.000-07:002011-04-12T08:24:07.936-07:00Psycho KillersOne of my all-time favourite movies is Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho. I fell in love with it when I was about 12 years old and never grow tired of it.<div><br /></div><div>A fun fact that I love to point out to anyone who watches Psycho for the first time is that, during the infamous shower scene, the blood is actually made of chocolate sauce. Hitchcock made the decision to film Psycho in black and white, and decided that chocolate sauce looked most like blood.</div><div><br /></div><div>In December, Housemates and I found ourselves in the situation of having to dispose of several large containers of hot chocolate. When they began to pour it down the bathtub, you can guess what immediately came to my mind...</div><div><br /></div><div>This video is the result of what happened that day. Enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="450" height="283" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vLSInMx2Mz0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-74360809256721639742011-04-11T17:03:00.000-07:002011-04-11T17:06:00.095-07:00Oops! Hiatus!I have been a sucky blogger lately! I just realized that it's once again exam time and it was during the December exam period when I started this blog again. I guess I'll have to try to up my posts now that it's exam time again, but I love spending my spare time outside now that it's getting so beautiful outside.<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, sorry and please accept this photo of a baby red panda as consolation:</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b0147e3d11c2e970b-800wi" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 797px;" src="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b0147e3d11c2e970b-800wi" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-37356087165802711422011-04-01T06:13:00.000-07:002011-04-01T06:16:59.206-07:00TangledI watched Tangled last night, and while I'm ashamed it took me this long to see it, I'm actually pretty pleased with Disney! I laughed a lot and the ending was perfect, in my opinion. And of course, Zachary Levi. That's all I have to say about that.<div><br /></div><div>One of my favourite parts was this song that the Vikings (is that what they are?) sing about all the dreams that they have. Oh, and the whole song is led by Brad Garrett. </div><div><br /></div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D_hRsOiTYm8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>"Atilla's cupcakes are sublime!" Love it! </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-79703882701199853222011-03-30T18:36:00.000-07:002011-03-30T18:37:09.676-07:00Ridiculously Cute Thing of the Day...<a href="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b014e6042b644970c-800wi" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 817px;" src="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b014e6042b644970c-800wi" border="0" alt="" /></a>Baby meerkat! From <a href="http://www.zooborns.com/">www.zooborns.com</a>. That is all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-30453488909870078462011-03-24T16:25:00.000-07:002011-03-24T16:35:23.247-07:00Beatrix Potter<p class="MsoNormal">My blog post yesterday made me start to reminisce a little bit. Most people don’t know much about Beatrix Potter. Sure, they know about Peter Rabbit. Some people know about <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/15137/15137-h/15137-h.htm">Mrs. Tiggy Winkle</a>. But when I mention Hunca Munca or the roly-poly pudding, I get either blank stares or “should I be concerned about your mental health?” looks.</p><p class="MsoNormal">When I was very very young, I received the Complete Tales of Beatrix Potter, and for a long time, the tales were my bedtime story of choice.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrvZhssbuvsjb6T9WYpcOa6JOV-D8NxvpVeZWwNB12k00VKIVgHyPP_tep9PbxVoLPjV4XPmOEpS1Hm2w2_C-WLxja78Es0uYKyI1KCSfhpO91hyphenhyphennsLORL80BqXG6ELQybAors96VEMQ9/s1600/40-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrvZhssbuvsjb6T9WYpcOa6JOV-D8NxvpVeZWwNB12k00VKIVgHyPP_tep9PbxVoLPjV4XPmOEpS1Hm2w2_C-WLxja78Es0uYKyI1KCSfhpO91hyphenhyphennsLORL80BqXG6ELQybAors96VEMQ9/s320/40-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587792901803514434" /></a><br /><div>Beatrix Potter’s life was actually kind of sad though. She grew up in the early 20<sup>th</sup> century, and did not have many friends outside of her family. She and her younger brother spent ages drawing pictures of the many animals her family kept as pets, as well as wildlife on the family estate.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VVCh_aqJ-irzXK4BfVpwTsTDWAKquhiZbDOhL-tJRmGXePjSKl-_urQiBTXhDMqwAKfjIOImBhBJcuTpNlpmXDPBmOzoOnm9ePmASObhepz5KEedfNEoer_NZsAFFoxl1GreLvjVLVwX/s1600/tumblr_l546nsdZfN1qagepzo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8VVCh_aqJ-irzXK4BfVpwTsTDWAKquhiZbDOhL-tJRmGXePjSKl-_urQiBTXhDMqwAKfjIOImBhBJcuTpNlpmXDPBmOzoOnm9ePmASObhepz5KEedfNEoer_NZsAFFoxl1GreLvjVLVwX/s320/tumblr_l546nsdZfN1qagepzo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587792901952585298" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">She was well-educated and even had private art lessons, but most of her talent was developed by her own practice. Beatrix wanted to attend school at the Royal Botanic Gardens at Kew, but she was rejected since she was a woman. She made observations about fungi that allowed her to be considered an expert mycologist (fungus studying person). She was still, however, not allowed to attend meetings of fungus societies because of her womanliness.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbF09US8taKdHblQjx3xDQIZXsJ6bvemNuGg82EHPaut_XfgcjH59GA0Tefg946UUcrN6p-Q4ItbIqSKTrDm1wwbPg11Lo3wQ6sFndEvNSvFwCj7S7amyvgdDRsSX7o_qE3DF1oUab-DY/s1600/beatrix+potter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbF09US8taKdHblQjx3xDQIZXsJ6bvemNuGg82EHPaut_XfgcjH59GA0Tefg946UUcrN6p-Q4ItbIqSKTrDm1wwbPg11Lo3wQ6sFndEvNSvFwCj7S7amyvgdDRsSX7o_qE3DF1oUab-DY/s320/beatrix+potter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587792811692640578" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>She began writing stories to accompany her illustrations of animals in a letter to one of her governess’s sons. This story was The Tale of Peter Rabbit. Soon, she became engaged to her publisher, Norman Warne. Unfortunately, he was not of high enough status to meet her parents’ approval (she was from a wealthy family). Still, against her parents’ wishes, she became engaged Norman, but he died before they could marry. After her death, her estate passed to the National Trust as she requested.<p class="MsoNormal">She wrote a total of 23 books for children. Wikipedia says that “part of their popularity was due to the quality of her illustrations: the animal characters are full of personality, but are deeply based in natural actions” and I agree. Thank you, Wikipedia, for putting it so eloquently.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjACfbhloQ-iUCebM3BB54lb6i6Kzc4zMBfYFBuD8rCQhsAAPnr8Ibt0ZxP5gdc5ZaiFbAMCjLmcUAJNvTXYUoASF40neWa1ueKzhdrv5rrp0ux4qKSpufmz7-VTOQT_KbSz4d6_isbbsKb/s1600/1-tb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjACfbhloQ-iUCebM3BB54lb6i6Kzc4zMBfYFBuD8rCQhsAAPnr8Ibt0ZxP5gdc5ZaiFbAMCjLmcUAJNvTXYUoASF40neWa1ueKzhdrv5rrp0ux4qKSpufmz7-VTOQT_KbSz4d6_isbbsKb/s320/1-tb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587792807817031474" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Two favourites of mine were The Tale of Two Bad Mice and the Tale of Samuel Whiskers, or The Roly-Poly Pudding.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In the Tale of Two Bad Mice, Hunca Munca and Tom Thumb break into a doll’s house and try to eat their food. It’s a very nice dollhouse, so the food looks real but it’s all plastic! They try to break the food off the plates but it all shatters. They get very frustrated and mess up the rest of the house, throwing all of the dolls’ clothes out of the window to bring back to their nest. The dolls return to their house just as Hunca Munca and Tom Thumb are running away, but Hunca Munca returns later to clean the house.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPop_3Q23__Q6E6G5ERWbMWAQv3A-SfWsPy2lOsAFT8-7Hzc_GSW-kgIlGG7IbBxMQMNV_8Rcosct419zsmlpnHPJz5AjyUsPOw9ruUYAHcqvlvHoavp9Z57J2LKMOsE94NVgLh9xWh-IA/s1600/Bm00.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPop_3Q23__Q6E6G5ERWbMWAQv3A-SfWsPy2lOsAFT8-7Hzc_GSW-kgIlGG7IbBxMQMNV_8Rcosct419zsmlpnHPJz5AjyUsPOw9ruUYAHcqvlvHoavp9Z57J2LKMOsE94NVgLh9xWh-IA/s320/Bm00.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587792807120479922" /></a><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/15575/15575-h/15575-h.htm"></a></div><div><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/15575/15575-h/15575-h.htm">The Roly-Poly Pudding</a> features two rats named Samuel Whiskers and his wife Anna Maria. Tom Kitten doesn’t want to hide in the cupboard (because his mom’s friends are coming over), so he escapes up the chimney, but then gets lost in the attic (or somewhere in the very large house made for a family of cats). Unfortunately, the house is overrun with rats!! Samuel Whiskers and Anna Maria discover Tom and decide that he would make a lovely dumpling for Samuel’s supper.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2_DYXCeLQ1-9LYJ_HZ57A7uHIdwoDzX3B2Uqi5MlKI13-1e9wLgwXUj8ie-FDbOvVxo5WgNUUf_SQ2-QW6pdxllCGYZGa_R8PwzJ4xPzewvj8CU1ckmPALgQLd-wsIq6K7ioIE5Cxcsa/s1600/pudding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2_DYXCeLQ1-9LYJ_HZ57A7uHIdwoDzX3B2Uqi5MlKI13-1e9wLgwXUj8ie-FDbOvVxo5WgNUUf_SQ2-QW6pdxllCGYZGa_R8PwzJ4xPzewvj8CU1ckmPALgQLd-wsIq6K7ioIE5Cxcsa/s320/pudding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587792801561037410" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Anna Maria ties him up and puts dough around him, but Samuel Whiskers complains that he is too dusty. They try to roll him out with a rolling pin, which is fortunate for Tom, because his mother heard the rolling sounds and called John Joiner, the carpenter. He pulls up the floorboards, the rats run away, and dusty, pastry-y Tom is rescued.</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHT_xdLith8caovFeWD9vvKG5FN0MpBRopYl-S04E1aMvU3BMT040NOt5rWVdwVdvuAL855cIje1r1RlYgF-IxZ6sd8nxLFx2EwsablBpd5q9vbxGQSyGZ9k7DwNeedG9cc-jPR96-E0Xt/s1600/58-tb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHT_xdLith8caovFeWD9vvKG5FN0MpBRopYl-S04E1aMvU3BMT040NOt5rWVdwVdvuAL855cIje1r1RlYgF-IxZ6sd8nxLFx2EwsablBpd5q9vbxGQSyGZ9k7DwNeedG9cc-jPR96-E0Xt/s320/58-tb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587792798131492706" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">That's it!</p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-38235836683626000312011-03-23T19:00:00.001-07:002011-03-23T19:29:28.648-07:00Why You Shouldn't Own a Cat......unless you're prepared for the consequences.<br /><br />In my attempt to blog more often, I'm going to include a post about the horrors of being a cat owner. Of course, I love my cat. But I'm sure this is a situation that every cat owner has dealt with at some point. And it has to do with these furry guys:<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLNyoGcSmGDAXeKNw61XzFnsM1tjIzntNJo4tcQWE2C8Yi9ByVKmtnEQT8fTWl_b9HBjZzLb3CSnGRpjfmMyI-MUGdQf8i0YyV9ZPI-I6BOeYuf_HJsdagdwbKpfSvLLD_HZqPETw1yWM/s1600/two_bad_mice_cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLNyoGcSmGDAXeKNw61XzFnsM1tjIzntNJo4tcQWE2C8Yi9ByVKmtnEQT8fTWl_b9HBjZzLb3CSnGRpjfmMyI-MUGdQf8i0YyV9ZPI-I6BOeYuf_HJsdagdwbKpfSvLLD_HZqPETw1yWM/s320/two_bad_mice_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587463662079910178" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Also, to make this post more tolerable to the squeamish, I've chosen to include illustrations by Beatrix Potter from The Tale of Two Bad Mice and The Story of Miss Moppet. Please enjoy =)</div><div><div><div><br />Anyway, so I was asleep. Minding my own business. Dreaming about something. I know that I was dreaming because I distinctly remember my dream oddly turning into me writing something with a pencil that had very squeaky lead.<br /><br />Suddenly, I realized that I was dreaming, but also awake (does that ever happen to you? I hope it does or else I sound crazy). Now, my brain somehow registered that squeaky pencils were not a normal nighttime sound.<br /><br />I was instantly wide awake because I also noticed that Jack was on my bed. And he was making some very sporadic movements. My brain was able to piece these two facts together very quickly.<br /><br />I turned on my light, and - of course - there was Jack on my bed with his present for me. A live mouse. That was squeaking (hence my awake-dream).</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPegWLLyzsh8WsdRThhz2dVxljqx5Mb9N3Z5SPS2XQ-rzhYw0oco-to6bXCo8ovR4F2wUz21qoKEv4A8MeXznECfmopmpt5-0dPL1_Vj9biIW-tJdpl-sRz-S8DX-R2fvIS-50VIJxQDXB/s1600/m30.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPegWLLyzsh8WsdRThhz2dVxljqx5Mb9N3Z5SPS2XQ-rzhYw0oco-to6bXCo8ovR4F2wUz21qoKEv4A8MeXznECfmopmpt5-0dPL1_Vj9biIW-tJdpl-sRz-S8DX-R2fvIS-50VIJxQDXB/s320/m30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587463656254955762" /></a><br /></div><div>Of course, I screamed. My mom was instantly awake and when she heard the word 'mouse' made the wise decision to send my dad in to help. Jack, noticing that I was not pleased with his gift, dropped it and after regaining its senses, it scurried off the bed and under a piece of furniture. I believe this was the expression on Jack's face at the time:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrK88rVZWO0AgFunSnf7BYmB8FwywZIzDzTI46r47h3RDBtiYs7JbNZ8kRwobeZHe86-LsZzyCmStX2DJu5g5pp0L1Rl4Q38g-TKsM-eBPCo1zjCc0GSlDzHgC8uv9aFQ-NwqOfJCqNy37/s1600/ts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrK88rVZWO0AgFunSnf7BYmB8FwywZIzDzTI46r47h3RDBtiYs7JbNZ8kRwobeZHe86-LsZzyCmStX2DJu5g5pp0L1Rl4Q38g-TKsM-eBPCo1zjCc0GSlDzHgC8uv9aFQ-NwqOfJCqNy37/s320/ts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587463657623714770" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>The mouse got away but we eventually caught it. I remember getting very little sleep that night.</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8AqYapYv2gBKb55OiR1CPqHq4zkWPWdHEjNaxSQB-ZmTb-PhQHFzJ-0pSL-BNsCXG1YPjVbuOhpzIwNzTdNKJKjGwa2Ve6ol6SsjLiVu2mTi01HqPNP4PmNIDJJqRHLUZ1NxLIAL6BZC/s1600/m06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8AqYapYv2gBKb55OiR1CPqHq4zkWPWdHEjNaxSQB-ZmTb-PhQHFzJ-0pSL-BNsCXG1YPjVbuOhpzIwNzTdNKJKjGwa2Ve6ol6SsjLiVu2mTi01HqPNP4PmNIDJJqRHLUZ1NxLIAL6BZC/s320/m06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587463650233656562" /></a><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-84091363679207920542011-03-21T17:42:00.001-07:002011-03-21T17:42:49.145-07:00Cat Bowling!<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aFztjgfDWDA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-79545934946181494972011-03-20T12:45:00.000-07:002011-03-20T12:58:16.096-07:00Why I Couldn't Sleep Last Night...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKFlDgPFzxxZiGLdyjyYPnGqqvsNU7rRua1Fr-hiNd4VwLycEBhsH-TZcW5gmb5ae78eDae7R4wZX-Vgh4SzKsu4F6T8NA8DzLbQOdEkHacOhsm4t4cMPFvV_o56nAKfe5Vn6sJBZj5d0/s1600/yo2004_ali5fl.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKFlDgPFzxxZiGLdyjyYPnGqqvsNU7rRua1Fr-hiNd4VwLycEBhsH-TZcW5gmb5ae78eDae7R4wZX-Vgh4SzKsu4F6T8NA8DzLbQOdEkHacOhsm4t4cMPFvV_o56nAKfe5Vn6sJBZj5d0/s320/yo2004_ali5fl.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586253784309535218" /></a>So. Here follows the account of why I could not sleep last night.<div><br /></div><div>It all started on Friday. Housemates and I decided to get drunk and watch An American Werewolf in London, because apparently that's a fun thing to do. It was.</div><div><br /></div><div>The next day, we thought it would be very, very fun to watch an actually scary movie (AAWIL is more of a dark comedy/horror). We scoured the internet and asked many people their ideas for a scary movie to watch. In the end, we decided on Rec, the 2007 Spanish movie that was later adapted in America into the film Quarantine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Basically, there's a journalist who decides to film a night with firefighters as part of a television program. They are called to an apartment building where a woman was screaming and can't get out of her apartment. They soon find this:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXPUPZmlwODAf0Bb8rOPNEbU-GbvgwCHfiVzNDi5YT_bf_WX_WdnA-2e8kU_gvtbwt3ib3ZWD0P4ntzLmac7xGPBqD1Zu6QZrH8YnVQZv5lO9hhyphenhyphen6rGhvFPPGwBKQVKTm7yOartXRcvRy/s1600/rec_2007_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXPUPZmlwODAf0Bb8rOPNEbU-GbvgwCHfiVzNDi5YT_bf_WX_WdnA-2e8kU_gvtbwt3ib3ZWD0P4ntzLmac7xGPBqD1Zu6QZrH8YnVQZv5lO9hhyphenhyphen6rGhvFPPGwBKQVKTm7yOartXRcvRy/s320/rec_2007_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586253572875970498" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXPUPZmlwODAf0Bb8rOPNEbU-GbvgwCHfiVzNDi5YT_bf_WX_WdnA-2e8kU_gvtbwt3ib3ZWD0P4ntzLmac7xGPBqD1Zu6QZrH8YnVQZv5lO9hhyphenhyphen6rGhvFPPGwBKQVKTm7yOartXRcvRy/s1600/rec_2007_2.jpg"></a><div>GAH!!! Oh but that is nothing compared to what follows. Anyway, turns out there's this virus that spreads via saliva. Very 28 Days Later. But scarier. The film itself is only an hour and fifteen minutes long, so once it gets going there's a lot of terror in a very small amount of time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I think this is the only movie where I have full-on screamed at a part. It may have been the fact that I was watching it with Housemates, so we were already being a little loud, but jeez. It gets scary.</div><div><br /></div><div>So after that was over, we decided to go for a walk and see the beautiful bright moon and forget about zombies. It kind of worked. Ish.</div><div><br /></div><div>After I got into bed and turned off my light, I thought that I would probably be okay. Those zombies were loud! I'd hear them coming from a mile away. We're on the ground floor! No [spoiler alert]<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">attic doors</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> </span>in my room. But then...I remembered Slender Man.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you don't want to end up like me last night...do not watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lxsMHeOGjE">this video</a>. Anyway, I realized that I should have locked my door to avoid such a situation happening. Unfortunately, it was already 2am and I was sure Slender Man had already made it into my bedroom.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so, my night was terrifying. That is my tale. =)</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4238626454185243364.post-88000286870627493962011-03-07T18:52:00.001-08:002011-03-07T18:58:50.808-08:00ZooBorns<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b0147e310105b970b-800wi"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 530px;" src="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b0147e310105b970b-800wi" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b014e868fec5b970d-800wi"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/">This is probably the cutest website I've seen in a while.</a> Basically it posts pictures of animals born in zoos around the world.<div><br /></div><div>The picture on the left is a Brazilian Ocelot kitten who was born in Connecticut in January. Too cute!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01724326482229247002noreply@blogger.com0