musical monday: 'all i want to do is to ex-it'

We've been having lots of fun with cars these past two weeks. Okay, so really it's been more like not-so-much-fun with a lack of cars. Something like that. That's almost wrapped up, I hope.

So, in that vein, here's a car-related song that's been stuck in my head thanks to one of my cousins. I had completely forgotten about this prior to earlier this month.

o spring! won't you come out and play?

Yesterday morning, as I was getting ready for work, I elected to leave my snow boots and thermals at home. "I'll probably be okay," I figured and I was just tired of wearing my boots and an extra layer of clothes every day.

Nine hours later, I was standing at the bus stop, watching big fluffy clumps of snow settle onto my mulberry-colored gloves. Another hour or so later, as Pic and I waited on another bus together, I rocked on my feet as the wind pressed the snow into the backs of my pants and jacket. By the time the bus came, fifteen minutes later, Pic and I were both pretty thoroughly wet.

So, I'd like to say that, yes, snow is nice and all, but I'm ready for a bit more sunshine and warm weather. Yes, please.

it's alive!...

...and it's just wrong.

I attempted to watch Kenneth Branagh's 1994 Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Yeah, that didn't work so well.

Cardo and I watched just under an houhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifr of the movie and I finally had him turn it off. If I send it back to Netflix, how fast do you think I can get a different version?

And, seriously, suggestions? What version of a Frankenstein movie should I watch?

I get that it's a horror story, or, at least that's what Shelley set out to write, but the movie had me going from, "Um, no," to, "Excuse me while I throw up here" and back. I can't imagine that every movie version would be like this. I know that I watched some version of it in high school, but I don't remember what it was and the only part I even slightly remember was when the creature meets William...I think.

I have to say the Netflix reviews of the Branagh film were kind of funny. The first one I read raved about how close to the novel the movie is. Really? I'm wondering if the person thinks it's close to the novel or only close to what s/he remembers about the novel or only what s/he thinks s/he knows about the novel? Opinions vary widely about the closeness of the adaptation, but there are just so many wrong things going on.

Okay, I get that this is where I always have a problem with film adaptations. They're just that. It's not like Shelley wrote a script that can acted out exactly and it's great that artists take the liberty to adapt and morph as they see fit...I guess. I am just stubborn. Close-minded, maybe?

After all this rambling, suffice it to say I'm definitely not a fan of the film.

musical monday: 'swim with the current and flow away'

"Agnes Obel - Riverside (official)"

This makes me want to lay piano again.

here in the middle of the dark

I should probably be sleeping. I've been called and called to come to bed already, but I'm weirdly resistant to that. (Seriously, tell me it's time to go to bed and that's just about a guarantee that I'll be up for at least three more hours.)

So, what am I doing? Almost listening to a tv show on Netflix. (I'm not really watching it and I only have it on to drown out thoughts that might fill my head and make it impossible for me to read. Yeah, yeah, I have issues.)

I'm also reading some more of Q is for Quarry in snatches while I wait for blog pages to load. Over here in blogland, I'm catching up on dooce. This post on Leta losing her second tooth cracks me up. Oh, the joys I have to look forward to once Pic starts losing her teeth.*

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* We've recently had a Tooth Fairy conversation. Pic told me that some people don't believe in the Tooth Fairy. I told her the concept was the same as that of Santa Claus in that various people act as the Tooth Fairy/Santa Claus/whoever else for those receiving the benefits. Pic is adamant that there is, in fact, an actual Tooth Fairy. I left the conversation there. I love that she chooses to believe in the Tooth Fairy in the face of my "rational truth." (That so deserves the quotes, because, for Pic, the truth is that there is a fairy that lives somewhere else, maybe in another land she told me, who takes care of whisking away our unneeded teeth.)

what the what?!

I am lamenting that 30 Rock is not available on Netflix Instant. Also, I have to subscribe to Hulu Plus (whatever that is) to watch it there. Ah, well. I probably shouldn't be taking time out to watch that now anyhow. Give me a couple more months, though, and I'll burrow into the couch and probably watch the entire season in, um, a day.

I also just caught up on reading through angry chicken's archives and I loved every moment of it. I'm only sad that I'm caught up and now have to wait for current postings. I bookmarked about seventy gazillion posts to revisit in a couple of months. Pic and I will be mad crafters il quest estate. I love the blog beyond words.

Until then, I'll be getting by on required reading aplenty reading galore and not nearly enough sleep.

Oh, I almost forgot about Kinsey. (For shame, I know.) So, I do still have one good distraction. However, I'm currently reading Q is for Quarry, which leaves only four-and-a-half books before I'm caught up.

a bit of lit

From Zora Neale Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God:

"Some people could look at a mud-puddle and see an ocean with ships. But Nanny belonged to that other kind that loved to deal in scraps. Here Nanny had taken the biggest thing God ever made, the horizon -- for no matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you -- and pinched it in to such a little bit of a thing that she could tie it about her granddaughter's neck tight enough to choke her."