cimorene

spellbound, the freudian hitchcock movie with ingrid bergman. oh my god, it's hysterical. the scene where gregory peck's amnesiac murder suspect love interest gets up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. the dramatic music swells as his gaze falls on the bedspread (where ingrid is sleeping as he has so chivalrously taken the couch)! he goes into the bathroom. he looks around. he contemplates shaving and then--he sees the white shaving foam as he's mixing it and freezes. our camera goes to the white sink (soundtrack: DUN!). to the white seat of a chair (soundtrack: dun!) to something else. what was it, the wall? (soundtrack: DUN!) and boy, you should see his reaction to parallel lines. i had a close friend in high school who was seriously creeped out by groups of spheres touching each other. however, i don't think that that was due to a guilt complex or that she ever witnessed a murder in a grape arbor.

and on my first ever complete re-read of philosopher's stone, i have to say it was both better and worse than i remembered it (possibly my memory associated it too heavily with the fanfiction or my impression of it suffered in comparison with poa and gof). i stand by my reading of possible future harry/hermione from certain events there, but i do see the setup with ron too. it's so much easier to be certain after you hear a rumor of the author's intent, no?

i talked to some twit on friday who didn't know that 'ou' was the british spelling of 'glamor.'

twit: rocknroll glamor, g-la-m-o-u-r...
me: ah, british.
twit: what?
me: it's the british spelling.
twit: what?
me: of glamour. the british spelling of glamor.
twit. oh. i guess. heh. i'm an american.

[spock] quite.[/spock]

kwirbx: tuesday? when exactly? leave comment or something. i'll try to be around later when my stomach stops hurting.

*how does everyone like the informative title? should i keep it up? ;)