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Jul. 2nd, 2008 @ 11:07 pm And thus it was...
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It's taken me a long time to get to this, and I don't really have much of an excuse. I graduated, and it was wonderful. Other minor things have happened. Most of the time I've been cleaning my room-- it is SO CLEAN!-- working, and recapping. I'm also moving all my icons to a new photobucket in a project I'm calling The Great Icon Migration of '08.

But now, at last, the very last one of these for my undergrad experience...

Quotes of the Semester, Winter-Spring 2008

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Unfortunately, I couldn't write down all the funny things that were said this semester, so don't feel left out. I'm sure that you said all kinds of hilarious things, but I had stupidly forgotten my notebook or was feeling lazy.

And finally, as a tribute to my wonderful friends at Hanover, I have made some icons just for you guys:

     

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May. 22nd, 2008 @ 08:52 pm Oh, subconscious, I'm on to you...
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Here follows some introspection about how I'm about to be forced another step closer to the real world, and how my crazy obsessive mind has chosen to deal with it.

The more I think about the Bones finale, the more I, personally, am fine with it. Storywise, I'm not too concerned about next year. Yes, the dynamic of the group will be different; it will never be the same again. Yes, they're breaking up the lab family. But the more I think about it, the more I kind of like the idea that Brennan now finally has her real family back, all together, and her lab family falls apart. So now she has to try to fix that horrible facet of her life, that abandonment and betrayal. They're still family though, and this could end up bringing everyone a little closer. Plus, Cam finally fits in, and Zack will probably be back periodically, and I feel more or less confident after the strong fan reaction that the writers realize they will have some 'splainin' to do, and do it. They've confirmed that they were going to give Zack post-traumatic stress from Iraq, and I think that was going to lead to the Gormogon thing, but because of the strike they had to cut down that middle step. The people who have thought about it have made the connection, it just needs to be explicitly stated on the show. The rational people have started to come out of the woodwork and say everything I said in my last post and then some, which makes me happy.

But now I compulsively check my

[info]storydicefriends page for what they're saying now, what rage is being unleashed, and I always click with a feeling of dread, but I always look. There are still fans who are really pissed, the cast of the show is upset-- or was when they found out-- which is completely understandable, as they did sort of let Eric Millegan go in a shitty way, and they're a very close cast. It makes me worried about potential trouble between cast and writers, that things will sort of go sour that end. Though I also kind of feel that now they've had some time to think about it, just like we have, and are probably more or less okay. I hope. And I'm worried that enough people will be upset and/or stop watching the show to cause the critical notice and acclaim it's recently gotten to tank, or even put it back on the bubble. I know this isn't very likely, but still. It's not a fun time to be a Bones fan, and here's me, just getting into the actual fandom, and it's like I can't relax and be happy until it seems like everybody's happy. Which is never going to happen. It's irrational. 

It's a TV show. And yet I just sort of walk around feeling melancholy.

Then, this morning, I started to realize... the times when that melancholy feeling goes away are when I'm with my friends. That's when I stop thinking about it, stop worrying, and have a much more positive outlook. And then a couple of times I've caught myself thinking, "The sad thing is, this has changed everything. It's just that I feel like an era is over and we're looming over uncharted territory, and we don't know what's going to happen-- it would be so much easier if I just knew already that everything was going to be okay-- and we can't go back to that innocent period before. Kind of like with graduation, when I'll be gone and I'll never be able to come back." Oh. "And, it's like... the lab family's breaking up, which works storywise, but it's still so sad... They weren't even thinking of that at Christmas, that it was their last Christmas... Will they ever all be together again? I don't know. Just like I don't know if I'll ever be together will all my friends again. My friends... who have become like my family... in this place... which has become like my home." OH. "And they'll have to bring in all new people, an endless rotation of students, and there's no guarantee that any of them will fit, just like I don't know how I'll fit with the people at UIUC, and anyway, the group will be different. Zack won't be there in person." Yeah. In a phrase I've picked up recently from[info]cleolinda, OH, I SEE WHAT U DID THAR.

I graduate on Saturday. Hanover has been my home, my place where I belong, my idyllic bubble. I remember, the first time I rode in through scenic, I thought, Oh, my God, it's Ithilien! And I got out of the car and started walking around and immediately felt at home here. I know from high school that I'm not really going to miss the majority of people here-- my acquaintances and such. But the people who are really my friends, who I really know-- people like Whitney and Bethany and [info]celtic_songster and Tiffany and the Battleses-- I am going to miss them so much. I'm going to miss this place so much. I know that I'll keep in touch with the above people via phone and email and visits, but I'm not going to be here. It will be different. And the people I don't know that well but I like, and the campus, I'm having to say goodbye now. I hate it.

I've never handled change well. It's the uncertainty, mostly. In between high school and college I had a series of stress-related health issues. Now, apparently, I'm avoiding confronting my graduation and the real source of my angsty feelings by shoving them off on the Bones finale. I've always seen a bit of myself in Brennan, so why not? I don't really know what to do about this. With both the show and my future, it's simply a "wait and see" scenario. Like the show, I know that my life is probalby going to turn out fine. I know I probably have the wherewithal to make it. I know that freaking out isn't really logical, but still. It's what I have a history of doing. 

So, if I seem too involved in really, really wanting everybody to be cool with the show and for the show itself to turn out all right... that's why. It's all symbolic and stuff.
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May. 20th, 2008 @ 06:33 pm ZAAAAAAAAAACK!
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Spoilers ahead for the Bones finale, "The Pain in the Heart."

I had a pretty strong reaction to "The Pain in the Heart." First of all, Emily Deschanel, Eric Millegan, and Tamara Taylor all pulled off EXCELLENT performances. They made me cry. Poor Brennan. Poor Zack.

I spent several weeks being really worried that Zack was going to die last night. I thought, "I can handle anything but Zack dying." I had no idea, not an inkling that Zack was going to be Gormogon's apprentice. I couldn't believe it. I adore Zack. At first I thought, "Zack would never do that!"

But then I thought about it more. I have experience in this kind of thing, from minutely analyzing Star Wars. And... I understood why Zack would do that. It's horrible, it's awful, it breaks my heart, but... I get where it came from, and it makes me so sad for Zack. I don't love him any less. I spent a lot of last night dreaming about giving him a hug. I'm not even making that up.

This is a character analysis, the connections I made which got me to this point.

ETA: I don't know why the font has come out weird. Please bear with it.


I know that a lot of this episode seemed rushed. I really think that they had to shove three episodes into one, to make up for the strike. If they hadn't all of this stuff would have been filled in a little more, and it wouldn't have felt so jarring. Maybe next year they'll revisit this and help us along with our understanding of Zack's fall.

P.S. Is Zack a widow's son? Did his dad die sometime in the last two years? Or did Gormogon just make an exception to the rule because of Zack's Jeffersonian connections?

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May. 18th, 2008 @ 02:28 pm Massive Icon Post
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Kate Bush, "Wuthering Heights"
As we've already established, it's season finale time, and that means it's also time for me to burn off my nervous finale-related energy by making icons. Which means that it's also time for me to get rid of the backlog of icons I've developed over the past few months. And thus this post came to be.

10 Austen-related icons
Three quotes from Austenblog's comparison of Mansfield Park '07's Fanny Price to Chuck Norris. Seven book illustrations.

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12 Bones icons
Let us remember happy times, before the season finale tomorrow potentially makes everything much less happy.

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6 Susan Pevensie icons

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7 for "Story Dice"
Have I mentioned yet that Michael and I have started a recapping blog? Amazingly enough, I haven't! Everybody, go visit [info]storydice! I am recapping Bones so far, and Michael is recapping How I Met Your Mother and Psych.

1.  2.  3.  4.


2 Misc
One for "How I Met Your Mother," and one of Marie de France.
 

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May. 18th, 2008 @ 01:59 pm Massive Icon Post, "Taken!" Edition
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My original plan was to do one huge icon post for the over fifty icons I've accumulated and not posted yet, but then I thought maybe I'd like to link some of them to communities, and that isn't really something I want to do with these. These are for my own amusement and that of my friends. Because the last thing I want to do is make the author of that paragon of bad fanfiction known as "Taken!" stop writing.

So here, ladies and gentlemen, are seventeen quote icons from "Taken!" Because I couldn't resist. More behind the cut.

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And, as a bonus, two icons from "Held at Gunpoint":

 
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May. 16th, 2008 @ 10:34 pm The random blogging streak continues...
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So, I saw Prince Caspian tonight, and it was FANTASTIC and AMAZING. I must own it, and I must own its soundtrack, with all haste. And The Lion, the Witch, and The Wardrobe, which I don't own yet, for some reason.

Also, Peter Pevensie still looks like a young King Arthur to me, which I find awesome. Also also, Georgie Henley is still an amazing young actress.

And thus it came to pass that I decided I must be a Queen of Narnia.

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May. 16th, 2008 @ 12:25 am My optimistic icon, let me showz u it.
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Wow, two entries in one day! I keep saying I'm going to blog more, and this is a good way to start. By just blogging what I feel like blogging in the moment.

Folks, there is a reason I tend to look at spoilers a lot, and that reason is exemplified in the fact that my abdominal muscles are actually sore from being clenched all day in anticipation of the Office finale. And that I'm slightly nauseous from compulsively eating popcorn just to give my nervous hands and mouth something to do. Does this say good things about my mental and emotional health? Probably not. But I'm addicted to fiction like Ryan Howard is addicted to the crack. I can't help it-- as a writer, as an actor, as an avid reader since the age of six, I can't help but get involved. 

This May sweeps is driving me crazy. I can now vividly remember the reason that as recently as last year I was trying to cut down on the number of shows I watch. TV is so stressful! From now on I will stick to book and movies! I said. Books and movies, in most cases, have a definite end. Preferably, stick to the classics so that nothing else can mess with them. Anything by Jane Austen? You know how that's going to end, and it's going to be happy! Anything Arthurian? You know how that's going to end, and it's going to be sad yet hopeful! And that will be THE END. If you want to read the sequels and spin-offs, knock yourself out-- but they're optional. TV just keeps going. And you know that they're going to keep messing with you, and you even are pretty sure of the specific ways in which they're going to keep messing with you, and it could go on and on and it could start to suck (and after five or so years probably will), and there's nothing you can do about it! You're emotionally invested! You're along for the ride!

Last year, Michael hit upon the brilliant insight, "We are Ryan. And television is Kelly." We know the tricks that Television is pulling, and we get disgruntled, and we say we're breaking it off, but then Television will put on a nice dress or do something dirty, and all of a sudden we're back, and we can't explain how it happened. I would argue that, conversely, we are Kelly, and television is Ryan. Television likes to deliberately play with us. Television uses us as an object, and then it does something stupid and leaves us heartbroken, and then we get all bitter and we're all, "I have a question: How dare you?"

One finale down. One finale to go. I'm feeling halfway relieved that now at least I know. This year's finales seem like they've been more up in the air than I can remember previously. On both Bones and The Office, there has been crazy secrecy, hints of all kinds of crazy possibilities, conflicting reports... And I have not been reading spoilers since it's been impossible to get anything very reliable. Just lots of speculation-- lots and lots. Nerve-wracking speculation. Jim and Pam could get engaged or married or broken up or fired. Everyone on Bones could die and/or be Gormogon. On Bones, I'm still glad that I'm dwelling in blissful ignorance until Monday (well, I'm glad until I see spoiler cuts on people's journals and know that other people know things I don't know and then I start wondering what they know). On The Office, I would have liked to know. I'm better able to enjoy these things when I know what's coming. It's actually now I end up enjoying so many things so much-- At World's End, Revenge of the Sith... I know what to expect. 

I had no idea what to expect with The Office tonight. That said, I did enjoy it, very much. It's just the kind of episode I'm not going to be able to watch again until I know everything is going to be okay. Like how I couldn't watch "Casino Night" ever during season three, even though it's one of the best episodes of television I've ever seen. Let's have a spoiler cut, shall we?


So, I guess I can hope for my summer happiness fix from Bones on Monday... but it's looking more like that finale is just going to leave me sad. With woe and death. Come on, guys, just one moment of Booth-Brennan fluff at the end! That's all I need from you!
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May. 15th, 2008 @ 08:15 pm As Geoffrey Chaucer says, "I lost my liver in sunny Kalamazoo!"
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Here begynneth the fulle joiefulle tale of myne journeye to Kalamazoo.

Huzzah! )

P.S. OMG The Office finale is tonight eeeeee!
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Apr. 29th, 2008 @ 10:35 pm Baby's First Death Poem
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Well, I didn't want to do another Fifty Book Challenge Entry so soon, even though I finished the His Dark Materials trilogy over spring break. And I'm not organized enough to have the Quotes of the Semester yet. So I'm going to post this poem I wrote for my Divas of Poetry class. Everybody was bitching about having to write in form, but I was like, "That's cool; I write in form anyway." There also ended up being a lot of alliteration I didn't know was there initially. Kathy Barbour says I'm naturally a sound poet.

And, because you're all so special to me, you're getting the annotated version.

I started out trying to write something totally different for this. I spent a day trying to do a sonnet about something completely different. Then I decided, screw the sonnet. But I still came out with nothing. Then I started to panic. I got afraid that I'd not written creatively for so long that I'd lost It. I'd been abandoned by my muse, or what have you. That's where the first few lines came from, and it turned out, that's all I needed to unlock it again. The rest just flowed from there. I'd just been having a conversation with [info]celtic_songster about Arthurian legend, particularly Tennyson, so that's where all of those allusions came from. I had Tennyson and his concept of the artist/mage on my mind. "I am Merlin and I am dying" is from Tennyson's poem "Merlin and the Gleam," and all the rest of the poem draws heavily on "The Lady of Shalott," her tower, her mirror, and her embroidery. The harp and well and cave came from Mary Stewart's Merlin trilogy. The silver bells from Thomas the Rhymer and various fairy abduction stories.

When I was little, I always thought that the second verse of "Rainbow Connection" summed up my muses perfectly: "Have you been half asleep/ And have you heard voices?/ I hear them calling my name/ Are they the sweet sounds/ That called the old sailors?/ I think they're one and the same." I've thought of them in those terms ever since. So that's echoed in here.

The sea imagery and the reference to Sappho came out of a poet I'd been studying, Sara Teasdale. She wrote several beautiful poems about Sappho, and lots and lots of sea poems-- the one in particular I was thinking of was about not wanting to be near the wild sea that bore Iseult and Helen. And when I think Iseult and the sea, I think seagulls. I'm not sure why, though it might be something from Bernard Cornwell's trilogy. I also did a project in Women in Fiction I was very proud of about women and metaphorical cages. Others saw a Lord of the Rings reference there, but it wasn't intended. It was intended with the vision of the great wave "coming on, darkness inescapable." That conversation between Eowyn and Faramir is one of my favorite parts of the trilogy, second only to the next conversation between Eowyn and Faramir.

It was around this point that I looked up at the top of my poem and realized I'd done kind of a "ubi sunt" thing, and that made me think of rediscovering "The Wanderer" while I was studying comps. This is an Old English poem that basically defines that motif. It has several verses of hwear cwom-- the "Where are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?" Tolkien uses comes from there. So, having gone that far, I decided to go full-on with it. The image of the horse and the rider, actually, brought me nicely back to "The Lady of Shalott," and the image of Lancelot to the rescue. Only he's not. The Lady of Shalott is a lady in a tower, just like Rapunzel, and I remembered my Women in Fiction class, wherein we studied fairytales, when I wrote the bit about "no knight and no tresses, no stairway, no door." 

Finally, the pinned butterfly comes from a David Lohr play-- one in his Thorne and Mulcahy series, which he was thinking of revising and having us do, and which I really wanted to do, though it never happened. I think the play as I read it was called "The Butterfly," and Melissa is talking to a murder victim (it's a dream sequence) about her death, and says, "You were a butterfly, trapped, watching your life telescoping outward." That image has stayed with me ever since. And finally finally, the stepping through the mirror came partly from the unfinished novel I won NaNoWriMo with the other year, "World Without End," in which mirrors are passages into other worlds, and partly from a paper I did on the mirror in Tennyson and Elizabeth Bishop's poetry, arguing that the world inside the mirror is the creative world of the artist.

There's also a little minor imagery I can trace back to The Mists of Avalon and Jane Eyre-- specifically, the drawings Jane shows Rochester. And my portrayal of Tiresias in "Oedipus" this year. I think I've actually shared a lot about myself with this explication, which wasn't realy intended, but oh well. I want to have this so that I can remember it all later. This poem turned into a sort of cumulative experience for me, drawing on my last four years as an English major. It was very fitting that I wrote it at the end of my college career. And I'm proud of it.

This poem is all about the artist's fear, which I should think we all have, of losing our gifts before we lose our lives. And a dramatic interpretation of what happens should that occur. (What if the Lady of Shalott doesn't die after leaving her tower, for example, but comes back and sees what she's done?) It's the first poem I've written involving the motif of death, and when I was trying to come up with a title for it, I joked with Michael that it should be called "Baby's First Death Poem." However, I finally titled it "The Artist Returns to Her Bower," the short version of the longer (and, it turned out, more popular) title "The Artist Returns to Her Bower to Find Death Has Been There Before Her." Enjoy.

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Apr. 13th, 2008 @ 09:30 pm "I have caught the king and sealed the fate of the queen. I have overturned the order."
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First of all, more happy events from my recent life.

Second of all, let's stay caught up on those Fifty Book Challenge entries, shall we?



Whoooo, halfway done!
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Apr. 2nd, 2008 @ 07:42 pm A rant
Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: POTC: AWE soundtrack
 
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You'll have to pardon this. Typically my policy for the two blogs I currently post on regularly is that Compendium is for informative, as humorous as I can make them, accounts of my life to inform and entertain a group of friends who have been scattered to the four winds... well, three winds... by college life. Turtle, here, is for my dorky indulgences and fangirl squeeing. Right now, however, I have to let off some steam, so I'm choosing to do it here. I am, as we say, "not in the patronizing mood."

I am in an independent theatre troupe here called, appropriately enough, the Independent Theatre Company, or ITC. We have, to date, performed four of [info]cleolinda's Movies in Fifteen Minutes here on campus, and have been pretty well received. We're currently rehearsing "300 in Fifteen Minutes." We are not an official campus group, because we don't want administration regulating where and what we can perform. We find spaces and we set it up ourselves. We have no official leadership-- whoever is directing the current show is in charge, and directorial duties shift from show to show. I am one of the founding members, however, and have spent lots of time and quarters making copies, making nametags, and providing props for all the shows we do. I provide the lightsabers we use as swords (our lack of budget is a running joke which we enjoy), I provide Raptor the Bruce, our mascot-- a small, plastic raptor initially purchased for an aborted production of "Jurassic Park in 15" and since used as everything from a rat to a doggie (see above remark on our budget). Why do I do this? Because it is SO MUCH FUN. I love the people involved, and I love having an excuse to set aside time and be silly, and then bring the pleasure of that silliness to others.

In the fall, when we were rehearsing "Harry Potter in Fifteen Minutes," one of our members-- let's call her (taking a cue from Phoebe Buffay of "Friends") Lulie (this one doesn't have Facebook and therefore a minimal chance of ever stumbling upon this entry)-- abruptly dropped out of the group very shortly before our performance, which was to be for an actual townie audience at a local arts festival-- so, semi-legit, at least. I'd had my doubts about her committment for a while. She complained a lot and didn't seem to be having fun anymore. Like she was looking down on us. Like we were childish and she didn't have time for that shit in her increasingly busy adult life. I expressed my doubts, they were addressed to her, I believe, in some form, and she still refrained from dropping out until the last minute. Now, I will say this for Lulie, she was very busy, would legitimately have had to miss that performance anyway, and sought to provide a replacement (albeit without the approval of the group at large), although that replacement didn't work out. So, okay, fine, whatever. We made do.

Now, we've just started rehearsal for "300." I started noticing the same symptoms of discontent in two of our other members-- let's call them (in keeping with the theme) Betty and Neil. They weren't enthused, they didn't want to reprise "HP15M," they wanted to "waste" as little time as possible in this pursuit. Which, let me just say, makes me sad. A lot of our group are currently seniors and had to deal with comps and ISes, so we hadn't met in a while, but Monday night, when we did meet, oh man! I quickly realized how much I had missed ITC. I remembered the value of making yourself have fun-- because at those rehearsals, you have fun, regardless of how stressed you are in your outside life. It's impossible not to laugh. And laughing is therapeutic, and being silly is therapeutic, and seeing your friends is good for you. Yeah, it's not Serious Theatre. But it's fun! How is that type of juvenile behavior bad juvenile behavior? I ask you. I've always been sad for people who "grew up" and stopped being able to have this kind of fun. But, anyway, in Neil and Betty, I recognized the symptoms of people who were "growing up" and I once again had my suspicions that they would soon drop out.

BUT NO! They assured us that they would still be involved, however minimally they were able to. Until this morning, when we got a joint email from them, backing out. 

In the beginning, people were brought into ITC on the following basis: can we depend on them to show up and commit and not be drama llamas? A prime example of this is Bryan (that's his real name, because I have nothing but good things to say about this boy). At the last minute, when we were doing "Phantom of the Opera in 15," our Raoul found out very late in the game (obviously) that he would have to attend a funeral on performance day. Bryan was the first person Whitney and I encountered on the walk from his residence to rehearsal that we knew and liked. We threw out, "Bryan, would you like to be in our show?" He said yes. He came to all of the rehearsals, learned all of his lines almost immediately, and was hilarious. When the question of whether to make him a permanent member was raised, there was no debate: of course he was in. We thought everyone in the group was dependable.

If you're going to be lame and drop out, okay, fine. But WHY must you wait until you are already cast in a show, causing huge inconveniences for everyone? We have to scramble to bring in new people now for our reprise of "HP," because that cast is too big to redistribute parts. WHY must you lie to us and feign interest and committment you don't feel? JUST GET IT OVER WITH AND TELL US YOU DON'T WANT TO BE INVOLVED SO THAT WE CAN GET ON WITH IT. It's so much easier that way for everyone! Now we have to do I don't even know what to get this off the ground, all because you assured us that you were on board, even though we repeatedly asked if you were sure about it! At least Lulie tried to arrange for a replacement, realizing the complications she was causing and feeling badly about that!  Why do we suddenly not merit that much respect? And WHY be so dismissive? Sending a brief joint email? Can't you talk to us, can't you at least each speak for yourselves? Okay, it's easier this way for you, great. Just write us off quick as you can. 

I really like Neil and Betty. I really do. They're very cool people. And the next time I see them I'm going to be understanding and nice and tell them it's okay. Which, probably, it eventually will be. I just kind of respect them a little less now-- not for leaving, but for the way they're leaving.

And then, on top of all that, I find out that NBC is planning to do another chunk of hourlong "Office" episodes next season, which I liked this year, but which many, many did not. Like, even a lot of hardcore fans pretty vehemently disliked them. And there is going to be an "Office" spinoff on right after it, which I am extremely nervous about even though the entire "Office" team is enthused. I don't like the idea of breaking up the best ensemble on television. And now I know that people are going to be bitching and complaining about "Office" overload and spoiling my fun.

AND, along with that press release, comes this: 

"Merlin (Winter Premiere) - Take Camelot, shake it up, add some magic and a bit of Lord of the Rings wizardry and you've got yourself a new Sunday night drama." 

My exact reaction to this was: "Oh, God! Why are you doing this? Don't you understand I'll have to watch this?" 

NBC, have mercy upon me, and try to make it good. For real. With good writers. Please? I mean, if it's bad I'll have a certain enjoyment of it, but I don't want the world at large, specifically the viewing audience, to get a horrible impression of Arthuriana. In my view, you're taking on a great responsibility. I have a bad feeling about this.

Sigh. Whenever I start entries like this, I always have doubts when it comes to hitting "post" because I'm afraid that, however few people read my journal, there will be a random surprise visitor and word will get around to the people I'm talking about. I don't want that to happen. So, if you're reading this, please don't let that happen.
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Mar. 21st, 2008 @ 11:57 pm And the lightning strikes inside her as she looks to the sky/ And she pledges to spread her wings...
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I just went to see Jane Eyre: The Musical at Footlite, and I want to get my impressions down before I forget them. Yes, it was that good. It was AMAZING.

I've been a fan of JEtM for a couple of years, ever since Whitney introduced it to me, and I'm so sad she couldn't come, because there were a couple of places I laughed that only she would have understood. And ever since then I've been hoping that Footlite would do it, and now they have! You can probably tell that this is one of those things that, going in, I was determined to love, regardless. But it was certainly worthy of my love, and ABFG, who went with me, was not likewise determined to love it-- was in fact pretty sure she wouldn't-- and she enjoyed it a lot, too!

Okay, so you come in and the set is mostly bare, with a large painting of Jane in the style of that famous sketch of Charlotte Bronte and an open trapdoor. Which immediately made me think, "Hee hee! Because it opens in the AtticAtticAtticAttic!" Which it does, of course. The girl who played young Jane was fabulous-- a really talented little actress. And I loved all the mirroring they did between Young Jane and Jane as far as posture and motion went. They changed some of the lyrics in the opening song. Most of the lyric changes from the Broadway soundtrack I thought were for the better, but this was one of the few exceptions. Oh, well. They kept my favorite part of the song: "She swallows her rebellion/ But there's a storm within her breast/ She tries to quell the downpour/ Yet cannot tame her soul's unrest/ And the lightning strikes inside her/ As she looks to the sky/ And she pledges to spread her wings/ Through a hurricane she'll fly/ Over mountains, over oceans..."

I suppose this is a good part to say that Brenna Campbell, who played Jane, was PERFECT. Absolutely perfect in every way. She looked like Jane Eyre, she acted like Jane Eyre, and by God she could sing Jane Eyre. Of course, I'm not the best judge of singing, but. She was really good. And she captured Jane so, so well-- her intensity and vulnerability, her purity and her passion. The only song where I thought she could have given a little bit more was the end of "Painting her Portrait," but even that was done excellently. A little ways into the show I discovered the joy of just looking at her at random moments and enjoying the look on her face, because she was always so involved in what was going on, she was always giving something. During "The Finer Things," I caught her giving Blanche Ingram a death glare so perfect that it was hilarious. She was shy and reticent at all the right places, and falling over herself to be helpful when she should and actually very assertive in the beginning scenes with Rochester, like the interview scene which used to be the song "The Governess" but sadly is not anymore, which I found delightful. There were great moments of nuance.

Rochester was a bit unexpected. He probably looked, however, more like Charlotte Bronte imagined Rochester to look than most actors you see portraying him. Sometimes his characterization seemed a little off, and he flubbed dialogue a couple of times, but only someone who knew all the words would have noticed. When I say the characterization was "off," I mostly mean that... he lacked some of Rochester's charisma, I suppose, that element that lets him get away with being Rochester. But he did a good job switching from Feisty!Rochester to moody, contemplative Rochester at the drop of a hat. And he grew on me as the show went on.

For the most part, I really loved how they developed Jane and Rochester's chemistry. Even with the untraditional appearance of the couple, they created moments where you could really see the chemistry and the connection between them, which was wonderful. I feel like I know more about Rochester and Jane as characters from watching it. It came mostly from touch, I think-- the first time I noticed it was after "As Good as You" when Rochester almost touches Jane's face as he's saying, "I, with some luck/ Without shame, without blame, or the curse of my name/ Might have been as good as you." Where it was noticeably missing was after the bed fire, and it really needed to be there, because from there it launches straight into "Secret Soul," and we need to know WHY Jane is in love with Rochester before she starts singing about it. It would have been much better if they'd lingered a little longer, and if Rochester had actually taken her hand and actually tried to stop her from leaving. "My cherished preserver, goodnight. What, will you go?" "I am cold, sir." "Cold... yes, of course you are." But it came back full force after that, in "The Pledge" and all throughout Act II. It was really delightful in The Proposal-- the first time Rochester kisses Jane was just perfect. Just this perfect blend of tenderness and romance. And, of course, when they were reunited... lovely.

Lowood was good, those girls sang very well. There were some lyric replacements in "Children of God" that I like, and which I wish I could remember. Something ending with "Ever blessed are the meek." Helen was a great singer, but needed to get her hair out of her face and act like she believed what she was saying more. She did well with Young Jane, but I wish she hadn't done the Dramatic Arm Flop of Death. "The Graveyard" was done perfectly-- I wasn't sure how it would look done live, but Jane Growing Up came across very well. Hmm... I think I covered most of the Rochester/ Jane stuff in that last paragraph there. Oh! My former drama teacher Mrs. Horrigan was Mrs. Fairfax, and she did a great job. I've heard people say that she didn't enunciate enough, but I understood everything, and I think I still would have even if I hadn't known the words. She was really funny, flighty, and she actually gave a great amount of heart to the character as well. Adele was annoying. She looked the part, but man, not even Adele Varens is supposed to be like that.

The aristocrats, despite unfortunate wigs, sang very well, and acted very well. Blanche had a great voice. I especially liked Blanche in "In the Light of the Virgin Morning," because I felt sorry for her for the first time watching that song. At the end, she and Jane both had the same expression on their faces, because both were yearning for and not at all confident of getting what they really wanted. They were each trying to resign themselves to a life they didn't want.

The fire was done with smoke effects. Just in case anyone was wondering. And it comes up through the trap door at the end of "Farewell, Good Angel." Of course, after you hear James Barbour do that song, nobody seems as good, but I thought that this one was creditable, probably actually better than Anthony Crivello. Which may just be because he didn't have to say, "Your virtue and your purity bites into me like teeth." Crazy Bertha was creepy. I imagine if you didn't know who she was, you would just be confused, but I found her creepy. And I liked they way they paralleled Jane and Bertha by giving them both dolls and torn-up books to cherish. And how they had Jane peacefully hand those objects back to Bertha, instead of having Bertha attack Jane or similar. That was a really interesting way to play it, and I know it's not original to this production, but I was intrigued by it.

The proposal was choreographed, I guess, very well. Rochester did not look like a mime in a box. When Rochester is going off on his long song-spiel about washing his hands of every youthful crime, etc., he and Jane do a little bit of a circling-each-other-while-staring-intensely thing, as though they really are connected by an invisible string, which was cool. I just wanted to mention that one of the many things I loved about the scene, though, was that when Jane says, "I love Thornfield" and means "I love you," she actually does read the line as, "I love... Thornfield." Believably! It was spectacular! Oh, Whitney, if only you'd been there. Because I did lean over to Nathan and say, "I grieve to leave... it." I didn't add "a vigorous and expanded... mind" because I didn't want to miss the action on stage for the sake of snark.

When Jane goes back to Gateshead, I like that Young Jane is hanging around the whole time, haunting Mrs. Reed, like the ghost of someone who isn't dead yet. It was rather creepy but very effective. I don't know why they replaced the chorus after Mrs. Reed dies, which in the recording I have is "And I pray/ What I know is true/ That come what may/ God's forgiven you" with "Bless those souls/ Who would curse your name/ When the last bell tolls/ You'll be free from blame," because that makes Mrs. Reed's afterlife sound a lot less promising, as she fails to forgive Jane before she dies. Also, I noticed because of this production that St. John, though his part is cut so much, actually does have motivation to ask Jane to marry him and come to India in the musical, and it is Mrs. Reed's deathbed scene. He sees Jane as a woman willing to forgive, almost Christlike, in that scene, and something in him goes, "Aha!" The actor who played St. John did well with the part. He avoided a lot of the mannerisms and line readings which could just make St.John into kind of a joke. He played the whole "marry me and come to India thing" very sincerely, actually, and it made him a lot more sympathetic and less ridiculous. Also, they seem to have cut the lines "Jane, you must be a missionary wife!/ Jane, you will have a visionary life!" which... while I miss them for their silliness, was probably a good move. Also, Nathan informs me that when Jane hugs St.John before chasing Edward's voice off across the moorland skies, he smiles as if to say, "Heh. Boobs." I like that as well. The Voice was cool because it seemed to be projected out of alternating speakers, so that it was coming from everywhere and nowhere.

Mrs. Fairfax now does the "Poor Sister" song, except she says "poor woman" instead, and the lyrics are less comical. There is no more "she jumped to her death for she thought she could fly." I'm glad that that song got altered. It was much more effective and affecting as Mrs. Fairfax told it. This is a part where Mrs. Horrigan really gave Mrs. Fairfax a moment of very human emotion, with her pity and horror of Crazy Bertha and her devotion to Rochester; the scene was played very well.

The reunion scene... oh, man, that gets to me EVERY TIME. I loved the way that Jane and Rochester embraced on the bench as they were singing, "How I've lived without your touch, how I've struggled to survive, only God above can say." He just kind of snuggles her to him and holds her tight, just as he'd done before, but more urgently, more desperately. And then, when they sing to the baby... I LOVE THAT PART SO MUCH! And they played it so well, so tenderly, and you really get "I am a new young mother" from "And I know you're afraid, I'm as scared as you are." I was grinning ear to ear by the end. And several times I made quiet squee-like noises.

For a lot of the fist half, I was lip-synching along, but then I thought, "You know... I'm in the third row. They can probably see me. Perhaps I should stop." So I mostly did. Seeing Jane Eyre the Musical live and in person was a fascinating, completely gratifying and enjoyable experience. I'm so, SO glad I got to go.
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Mar. 8th, 2008 @ 10:20 pm "None of us has ever been unintentionally rude."
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Okay, this really is my last Fifty Book Challenge Entry for a while, I promise. I'm being really horrible about regular updates, but even when I had a weeklong break I spent almost the entire time doing schoolwork. On the other hand, it snowed about a foot here today, and so tomorrow before double tech for Measure for Measure I hope to be able to play in the snow. I've gotten everything done that I need to do this weekend except do some serious work on adjusting my IS for the conference at which I'm presenting part of it at the end of the month. 

So, at the beginning of February I was in one of my favorite plays I have ever done, if not my favorite hands-down. It was called Hay Fever, by Noel Coward. It's about a family of eccentrics and the guests they invite over for the weekend. It has no plot. It is really funny and so rewarding to play in front of an audience that laughs. I loved the entire cast, everyone was brilliant. Anyway, Coward wrote this play based on a real family he occasionally stayed with: that of the actress Laurette Taylor, her husband, the playwright Hartley Manners, and her two children, Dwight and Marguerite. The character I played, Sorel Bliss, was based on Marguerite. Well, come to find out, Marguerite wrote a biography of her mother, and so I ILLed it for research purposes, intending to skim through quickly. I ended up reading the whole thing cover to cover. So here is Fifty Book Challenge book 23:

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Feb. 15th, 2008 @ 04:02 pm This strike is CLOSED!
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Here is what I've been doing with my life lately, which has made regular posting kind of impossible.

In case y'all haven't heard, THE WRITERS' STRIKE IS OVER! WHOOOO! 

Everything has, from what I understand, been resolved very satisfactorily for the writers. They're getting most of what they asked for, and they went back to work this past Wednesday. Which means shows will soon be back in production! I know for certain that The Office is getting 5-6 new episodes in April and May, as will many other shows we all know and love and miss. I'm so psyched; I had fully prepared myself for the strike to drag on through June.

As Stephen Colbert announced at the opening of his show on Wednesday, "Our writers are back, and they are sexy."

I am now going to replace the word "down" on the "Pencils Down Means Pencils Down" sign on my wall with "Up."

In celebration of the end of the strike-- okay, mostly in celebration of me finally having enough time-- I'm going to actually catch up on my Fifty Book Challenge entries, and then this journal can get back to regular, fun content. Which pleases me. Several times in the past few days I've wanted to do an entry about something and haven't because I have to catch up on this damn Fifty Book Challenge. So here we go!

 



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Feb. 1st, 2008 @ 09:32 pm Fifty Book Challenge: Books I Read For Class Edition
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Before I proceed to the principal matter of my entry, I know that several of you would be interested to hear this interview in which Terry Pratchett talks about his Alzheimer's. I hope that some of you who expressed concern to me will be a little comforted by it. Basically, it's mostly his ability to type that's being affected, and the disease is not progressing especially fast, and it hasn't interfered with his ability to finish Nation and work on other books as well.

When I started out on my Fifty Book Challenge, I decided I wasn't going to count books I'd read for class. Turns out, I was wrong. Here are five books that I just happened to read for class, but which I would have read or reread on my own anyway.





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Jan. 12th, 2008 @ 09:22 pm The Semester in Quotes: Fall '07 Edition
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Before I get on to the main subject of this entry, I just want to draw everyone's attention to the fact that Ben Silverman, president of NBC, actually said this. Just when I thought I couldn't get anymore pissed off about the Writers' Strike, they go and attack nerddom. Big mistake, as the TWOP blog points out. I think every writer in the world should make an appointment to personally bitchslap Silverman. And remind him that, no, the nerds weren't the mean ones; the mean kids are the ones who steal the nerds' lunch money. Also, I will not be watching the fake Golden Globes. My reaction to finding out they were canceled was this: "HAHAHAHAHAHA!" and my only regret is that I will not get to see the lovely and talented Ruth Wilson attend them. This year. I'm sure it'll happen someday.

Now, on to a somewhat belated quotes of the semester. This entry is dedicated to Whitney, who made me remember to do them. And for letting me steal from her QuoteBook.

To start off here, is the funniest thing that was said in my Mark Twain class:

"Is this the funniest thing you've read by Twain? Probably not, depending on your views on cannibalism." - Dr. Jobe



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Jan. 1st, 2008 @ 10:21 pm Happy 2008!
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I'm currently kind of watching a football game for the first time in my life. It's the Sugar Bowl, and my family is there, so... it's on. This does not mean I'm paying attention, but I do look up every now and then.

I want to give a shout-out to my friend Whitney, who spent the last few days with me, and Bethany, who is going to France tomorrow. I love you guys! Incidentally, among the many things that Whitney and I watched while she was here was the season finale of the BBC Robin Hood, and-- holy crap! They killed Marian! I don't even watch that show, and I'm traumatized. There is something so, so sad about her standing there, knowing there's a good change she's about to be run through, saying "I'm going to marry Robin Hood." Ugh. Traumatized, I tell you. Although, Marian has apparently given her life to my cell phone, so thanks for that.  It was exposed to water a day or so before, and all I'm saying is, before I watched that episode the phone was dead, and after I watched it the phone lived again. It is Zombie!Phone! And I am renaming it in honor of the fallen. You may now refer to my phone as Marian. Spoilers in this paragraph whited out.

Today I went driving all over the place in the snow, which makes me proud of myself and which seems like an auspicious start to 2008. I got Hogfather on DVD. I read a lot. And, since one of my goals for the new year is to get back on a regular posting schedule, here are the rest of my Hogfather icons.

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Dec. 22nd, 2007 @ 11:14 pm Happy Holidays! I love you all this many icons' worth!
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Due to the fact that I recently made over 70 icons of the Hogfather miniseries and also a batch of icons from the Bones Christmas episode, "Santa in the Slush," I have decided to do a holiday icon post. Yay! Consider this my gift to you. Unless I got you an actual gift; then you can consider that my gift to you.

Here are the "Santa in the Slush" icons. Remember, kids, it's not morally wrong to lie at Christmas!

   
If you're looking to have your two main characters kiss for the first time, you really can't give a better reason than, "Because it would amuse me. You're all 'Dr. Brennan,' and he's all 'Special Agent Seeley Booth.' And it's Christmas. And I'm feeling puckish."

As far as the Hogfather icons go, I'm not posting them all in this entry because there are SO MANY. I'm just posting the holiday-themed ones and a few general ones. Which basically means, I'm saving the bajillion Susan ones for next time. I'm ASSUMING that my animated icons will animate when this publishes, because they aren't right now. If they don't, bear with me.

       
Quote for the second one: "THAT WAS A PUNE, ALBERT, OR PLAY ON WORDS. I'M NOT SURE YOU NOTICED."


 
       


Several people have asked me whether I've heard the news about Terry Pratchett being diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's. Yes, I have. It's not a good thing by any means, it's very sad and pretty scary, but I would like to point out that the man himself is optimistic about several more books and a good many more years. So, let's follow his lead and be somewhat optimistic, eh? There is a natural tendency to start mourning prematurely, and that isn't fair. I don't think Pterry would appreciate it. Remember, folks, He Aten't Dead.

Now, Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night! :)
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