thefirstcaro: (neverending story can't talk dorking)
Also, I haven't seen The Dark Knight yet because it doesn't open here until this Thursday. Sometimes I like to wait until the Monday or Tuesday night after a film opens to go see it but I can't do that with this one. It's killing me every now to have to wait and I'm avoiding spoilers as best I can. All the LJ-cuts on my f-list is making my finger itch but I'm not clicking! I think a late show Friday night would be fun and Boston Cousin D is up for it so we might try and rally a few more of us to make it an occasion. D is afraid she'll fall asleep during it but I promised to puck her violently and often in the ribs to make sure she stays awake. I'm just that caring. Hopefully everything will work out and fall into place as we're trying to fit in a trip to the Aran Islands but it might have to be the weekend because, as I just remember this evening, my aunt Noreen has gone home so I'm back on Momo duty when my mother's at work which lessens my free time. But we'll work it out.
The important thing is that I get to see this film this weekend. I can be very flexible about a lot of things but I've wanted to see this for ages and I want to see it as soon as possible. If that means turning into the stereotypical demanding only child, then so be it.
It's for their own good really.

Speaking of films, when I was getting my hair done last week (and reading Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day - a fantastic book, can't recommend it enough!) my cousin Seamus (my hairdresser) started telling me that he'd rented a really great DVD the other night but he couldn't remember the name of it. He couldn't remember anybody in it either so I asked for plot details. He started to say it was about the seventh son of a seventh son who had to find these signs and I had to stop him right there. I did this by putting my head in one hand and waving the other hand about wildly while saying "stop, stop, just stop!" He was giving me a pain in my non existent intestines, he really was. I educated him as to the horrors of the film adaptation and in fairness, he doesn't know the books so guess what he'll be getting this Christmas!

I read On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan this weekend and while it's a brilliantly written book and I was engrossed in it, I can't say I would rank it as a favourite to re-read but that is because I am biased towards a certain type of ending which this did not have. I can see why it didn't and I don't hate it or anything but I was a little like "I need a hug" after I'd finished. Sadly, there was no-one to hug me so I had some chocolate. It was very enjoyable.
thefirstcaro: (reading books)
I finished reading Twilight and I told a friend about it and now she wants to see the crazy for herself. I am only too happy to oblige because I am a good friend. My mother remarked the other night that if I had spent as much time on my English courses in my degree year as I have spent analysing this book, I would have gotten much higher grades. I ignored her. But she's right. All I am going to say is that if a person wants to read a YA coming of age story about a girl and a boy with supernatural undertones then I would point them towards The Changeover by Margaret Mahy. It's been one of my favourite books since I read it as a teenager and if you want a guy who's an outsider who is different with a hint of danger, then look no further than Sorry Carlisle. It's well written, has very believable characters and doesn't make you want to slap anybody or roll your eyes. As far as I know, none of her books have been filmed which is a pity because there's a wealth of stories there. But considering how Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising fared, she's probably better off.

In other news, I've started taking Rosie on walks twice a day. She still won't do anything for us down the garden but she does plenty on our walks. She's very good on the lead and doesn't mind other dogs when we're out. Rosie also conks out in her crate when we come home from walking. I do be tired myself, I must admit. By the time the summer is over, between walking Rosie and my mother sending me off on errands all of which involve me walking up and down our steep hill a few times a day, I should have my fitness well back. And no harm. I'm tired of nearly falling in the door with the sweat pouring out of me. I know it's gotten warmer the last few days but I really shouldn't be looking and feeling like I've just done a marathon. My hair is thinning out too. There are ribs of my hair falling everywhere. The joke in the house is that it's not the dog that's shedding hair, it's me. My mother is wondering if it would just be easier to hoover me everyday and save us the trouble of doing the house. She's so funny - not!
They just never tell you in the hospital about how the surgery and the general detoxing from all the medication I'm no longer on is going to affect a person. From what I've read, it'll take the best part of a year before I'm back to rights internally because there's a gap there now. According to a friend of mine who did sports science and physiotherapy in college and knows a hell of a lot about anatomy, the usual thing is for nerves and other organs to shift slightly so my body shape will change as well. She also said I shouldn't be too worried about minor twinges or sensations around that area because that's just the body sorting itself out. Again, not anything they tell you about! Good thing I'm not a hypochondriac.

I went to see Speed Racer today and I really enjoyed it. It's one of the more entertaining films I've seen in a long time. I never saw the cartoon and knew nothing about it, save what I'd read linked on various sites and blogs. As we were leaving the screen, I heard two kids behind me saying how they wanted to see it again, real excited like. Bless.

The weather is supposed to be good until the weekend when we'll see the return of rain. It's been so nice the past week, I really hope this isn't the end of it. Last summer was just awful. Humid and wet. Very annoying weather for trying to get anything done.
thefirstcaro: (twilight sparkle motion)
You start thinking about things and worse still, you post these thoughts for others to read/skim because as an only child, you like nothing better than to strike up conversations about things even though other people mightn't much care about the topic in question. Although this is nothing compared to some of the conversations I had in hospital post surgery when I had my morphine drip. I was talking shite for days. *sigh* I miss morphine. Not in a junkie way but it did make some things a lot more fun.

Anyway, I'm reading Twilight because I wanted to see what all the fuss was about and also I wanted to be able to fully understand the horror so as to truly become one with the snark. Obviously I is a sheep. Baaah!
But I didn't pay for the book so that's okay. And a good thing too because I would have done my nut if I'd forked out good money for this. I'm only on page 15 and already I want to kick Bella in the arse. When I read Special Topics in Calamity Physics, the character Blue did bug me a bit but I'd rather hang out with Blue and her so called friends before I'd even entertain the notion of talking to Bella. I was talking to my mother about this earlier (she doesn't have time to surf the net herself and find out what's going on in pop culture land but she likes to be kept abreast of what's going. We do have regular meetings where I get her up to speed. Most of the time she's already heard of whatever it is; she just didn't know exactly what it was) and we agreed that the story is very appealing to that age group because who hasn't wanted to think that even though you're practically friendless and you're awkward and not traditionally pretty, the hero is going to realise that you're the girl for him regardless. And when you throw in vampires and angst and restraint and all that jazz, that's a great mix right there. I know it's the kind of thing I'd have gone for and probably loved at that age. But it's the writing and the way Stephanie Meyer has drawn the characters that really gets on my wick.
Which makes me wonder, when people say how much they love the book, are they just reacting to the themes and ideas of it because it sets off romantic bells in their head. "Their love can never be" kind of thing, or "he's got eternity but she completes his life". That stuff can be very potent. I think we all know people in real life who look for that kind of thing in their relationships or trick themselves into being with complete loo-lahs because of it. Plus it helps that these days we've been conditioned into thinking vampires=hot, with the possibility of hot vampire sex or a quick bite on the neck which according to most shows is as good as if not better than hot vampire sex.
And then I wonder does anyone out there actually like Bella. Or do they think they like her because she's part of Edward&Bella4evah! and a lot of the time it's the male protagonist that makes them go back to the book time and time again. Like say with Jane Eyre. I've read where people think Jane is an okay character but only really start to get interested in her when she starts interacting with Rochester because it's the romantic elements that they want more than a story about a governess, and when it comes to the filmed versions, the actress can be overlooked because of there being so much squeeing over the actor playing Rochester. So when people say they like the book, it's really Edward Cullen they like and if the story had been solely about him and didn't include Bella, they would still have gone out and bought it in droves.

I know I'm thinking a lot about this, More than the book deserves from what I've read, but I suppose because it's a Young Adult book, I don't want to be dismissing it simply because I'm in my thirties. I don't want to forget what it was like to be a teenager and how that felt. I'm not trying to be a cool adult, I just don't want not to be able to relate to younger people or understand what's going on with them. That was important to remember when I was working with that age group as Girl Guide leader a few years ago. Like so many here, I do write myself. Just as a hobby when time permits, and I believe that you have to have an inkling about people in order to properly create a character. How many times have I not thought much of a particular story, be it a book or something on TV or film, but because there were characters in there I liked, I got past it and kept going with it.
I know when I was that age though, I was nothing like Bella. She's very mopey. I may have had my teenage angst and crazy phase but I had too much of a sense of humour and that always pulled me out of it. (So did karate chopping towel rails in a fit of pique but that's a story for another time). I don't think I knew anybody like her either. But because my experience is limited to a small group of people, I'm going to throw it out there. Did any of ye know someone as emo as our Bella? Were you Bella? I don't find her very realistic at all and that's my problem with the story. She's narrating and she's supposed to take me into the events and make me believe in her dealings with vampires and I can't even believe in Bella, much less any otherworldly creatures she's hanging out with.

I don't want to sound like I have sour grapes but it's extremely annoying to read about how hard it is for people to get published these days and something like this takes off as a phenomenon. We live in a very odd world.
So in conclusion, this book should come with a morphine drip to make it more enjoyable to read. QED.
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Yesterday, I took me out of the house for a stroll down town, all part of my "get out of the house and get some fresh air and exercise" regime. I really just browsed  in a few shops and bought a few magazines, one of which was Vogue. That thing is bloody heavy! It nearly knocked the stuffing out of me carrying it around! I still is a bit of a weakling, it seems. I ended up going into McDonalds for a treat and a place to sit and get my breath back and my mother met me and carried the bag of magazines home for me. Naturally I got a bit of a lecture for buying something heavy like that in the first place when I'm healing but it had to be done. My cousin's wedding is coming up in July and I need to find something to wear. This will be a classy wedding, without a doubt.  Wedding outfits will be carefully chosen and hidden away for fear of giving away anything to anyone else. In fact, I overheard two of my aunts talking about they're eschewing bigger department stores like Brown Thomas for smaller boutiques in the county just in case someone buys the same dress as them! Oh noes!
I've accepted the fact that I will not have lost enough weight by the time the wedding rolls around to fit into any of the dresses I have in my wardrobe. Plus it's doubtful that any of those dresses would fit comfortably around the stoma and probably d up enexaggerating the bag. So I'm thinking about getting an A-line or empire line dress, if I can find one, or I might get one made. Just need to find a dressmaker. And a pattern. And material. Yeah, it's time my strolls around the shops had some actual purpose to them. That's one of the reasons I bought Vogue and a few other magazines, to see what was out there fashion wise. I haven't paid much heed to style over the past few years, there wasn't much point as I wasn't going anywhere.
I also got soaked when I was coming home. It absolutely poured and as I was half way home, there was nowhere for me to run into. It got really stormy last night too. Today wasn't much better. I'm enjoying the second Forsyte Saga book. I started watching Kingdom of Heaven, the 4 disc directors extended version. I quite like that film. My mother and I watched The Baker with Damien Lewis yesterday. It's a great laugh, we thoroughly enjoyed it.

In other news, I want to get a cat. I miss having a pet around the place, I really do. I miss having something furry to look after and to play with and to run after when it looked like something was going to pee or crap in the corner. I still want to get a dog later on but right now, I'd love a cat. I haven't had a cat in years. We live on a terraced street, near a main road and our last cat got run over. That broke my heart. So my mother said no more cats. Only now I suggested having an indoor cat, which is easier than it was before because...well mainly because my mother didn't want an indoor cat back then.  And my mother is okay with the idea but before I can get one, I have to find someone who would be able to take care of the cat when we go away for weekends. Not that we'll be heading off every weekend but we are going to Waterford in June for my birthday, there is that wedding in July which is out of town (and everyone we know will be at it) and we'll be going away again in September. So if I want to wait until September, she'll get me a cat and dog the same week. I just don't know if I can wait that long. I've always had a pet around and I miss it. I BLOODY WELL MISS IT!
I love animals, I like having them around and now I'm feeling better and while I mightn't be able to give a dog all it needs right now, I could well cope with a cat. I'm thinking of asking one of my dad's sisters if she'd be willing to be a cat minder for me. She loves animals too. Right now, she has 'adopted' about five stray cats that used to hang around her back garden and feeds them and two of them let her pet them now. But I'm worried it might sound cheeky for me to do that.  I even said to my mother I'd forgo going to the wedding if I thought it would get me a cat quicker but she told me that if I stay home, my grandmother stays home with me. Screw that plan so! Also, my mother has an evil streak!


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