amelie

i couldn't remember if the accent on the e was supposed to be grave or acute. anyway. went and saw amelie, fully expecting it to be a guilty pleasure and overly light and cute. ok, well, there wasn't much dark, but it was self-consciously light and quite witty and funny. eeeeee! just. fabulous. the girl was not much like audrey hepburn, no matter what my beloved rm#1 says. but she was quite pretty and very good and the boy (maybe i'm just insane here) seemed to resemble methos. there were little intrusive bits of not-realness. ie, if nino didn't show up for their date, either he forgot, or he got abducted, etc, eventually ending up the survivor of a terrorist bomb near afghanistan and becoming a goat herder, and she wasn't going to waste any time thinking about a man who wore a hat that looked like a tea-cosy. hahahaha. also the subtitles were quite a nice font.

got back to discover overpowering smell of dill pickles in the hall. i don't know. maybe it's plain dill or plain vinegar. since i can't imagine how the dill pickle smell would get there. well, or when it comes down to it, the other smells either, so what the hell. it's definitely pickles.

my grandpa (bob, natch) sent an article clipped from the miami herald about a contest to design the new florida quarter. deadline april 30, if you're interested (^.^???), here. suggestions for slogans (by artists for the herald) included "home of hurricanes," "fun for the family" (with disney world pictures, of course), and "the spanglish state." mostly, i think it's the cutest thing on earth that he sends me stuff like this. it's not like it's enclosed in a letter, but like he encloses brief little notes with the newspaper clippings he sends. i just picture him reading tons of magazines all the time and checking everything he reads against a mental list of people to see who might be interested. what if there's a conflict? my dad often gets torn-out articles from science, natural history, national geographic, etc with "please send this on to your sister when you're done with it" scrawled across the top. heeee.

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someone tell me that doing two weeks' worth of japanese and greek is a better way to spend the afternoon than making a set of mood icons. please?

dreamed a graphic threesome dream. the principals were college students and seemed to be italian or something, but obviously must have been based on the spiffalicious wax_jism's void. am i a freak for preferring stuff like that to maudlin sentiment? no, i didn't think so. oh, the dream. spent a lot of time hunting under parked tour buses in the tremendous yard outside the casey-like-member of the threesome's tremendous italian villa-house for those little plastic birds that you wind up with rubberbands and then they fly.

also, beauty in diversity shirts here. i'm all psyched about this idea. check it, jenn.

beta!

my beta lives. she lives, and she sends me beta'ing. *revels in the beta'ing* eeeeee! maybe only a week or so before you, all my lovely friends, are treated to delirium (title courtesy of the majestic and irresistable wax_jism), the infamous domlijah with the 20% sex.

the New Woman

"we had a capital 'severe tea' at robin hood's bay... i believe we should have shocked the 'New Woman' with our appetites. men are more tolerant, bless them! ...if mr holmwood fell in love with her seeing her only in the drawing room, i wonder what he would say if he saw her now. some of the 'New Women' writers will some day start an idea that men and women should be allowed to see each other asleep before proposing or accepting. but i suppose the New Woman won't condescend in future to accept; she will do the proposing herself. and a nice job she will make of it, too!"

-mina murray's journal, in dracula by bram stoker

he doesn't even have the guts to say it for himSELF, but must skewer feminism through a lively and intelligent girl. furthermore, he waffles and gives anything he disapproves of to feminists: they don't approve of eating heartily nor of accepting proposals? wtf?

*stabstab*