Tuesday, May 13, 2008
My day isn't as bad as this post makes it sound
Singing along to: Belle & Sebastian, Piazza, New York Catcher
Today, I:
Today, I:
- Slept through my alarm and woke up 15 minutes before I had to leave for work.
- Spent four absolutely freezing hours at work, because I guess they haven't gotten the memo that it's not August yet.
- Continued to be sick, but not as sick as yesterday.
- Wore my hot red shoes.
- Got my fourth new nametag in as many summers at this job.
- Forgot to join the Y. Maybe this evening?
- Got notice that I accidentally had a package delivered to me at school, even though I'm home.
- Saw Facebook pictures of an adorable baby, the daughter of a middle school classmate and his wife, with whom I went to high school.
- Consequently, felt really old.
- Decided to post this, even though I'm pretty sure it means my family will find the blog (if they haven't already). Whatever.
Labels: lists
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Why do I keep doing this?
Singing along to: The Beatles, Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)
Depending on when you read this post, you may notice that things look a little different. This is not likely to last.
I have been a Blogger user since the day I began blogging, which is actually five years ago this month. And screw all the haters, I like Blogger, most of the time, and since there's almost nothing in this life that I like all the time, that is actually a ringing endorsement. I know that Blogger is not very sophisticated, and that it sometimes does crazy things, and that half of the blogs on Blogger are just foreign-language spam blogs, and that Blogger is probably a key element in Google's plot to take over the world, but I still feel bad when the Internet picks on Blogger and the people who use it.
That said, I have still not gotten over the frustration I felt when they switched over to the new fancy template stuff. That was almost two years ago, and I am A) still stewing over it, and B) still using the "classic" template that I started out with.
Except right now I'm not.
Several times since Blogger made the switchover, I have decided to try their new templates again, and every time I give up in frustration and switch back to classic.* This time, I gave it a try because I thought maybe I could incorporate Twitter more gracefully, as well as add some sort of useless "What I'm reading/listening to/digging right now" thing, which is possible in the classic template, I just can't make it pretty. So I backed up my old template in Notepad and made the switch.
I'm about to switch right back, because I still hate the new version, for most of the same reasons that I hated it back in 2006. If resisting change were an Olympic sport, I would be a gold medalist. I mean, my sidebar doesn't have to be that wide. I don't want to screw around with damn CSS to make my post titles not links, because convenience be damned, they just look ugly that way. I still haven't figured out how to add Twitter to my sidebar, or my intimidating copyright message to the footer. I appreciate that other people can figure out these things, and make their blogs look lovely, but I have neither the patience nor the inclination to spend time thinking about those things.
(This may, in fact, be why Wordpress, which the Internet generally acknowledges OMG AWESOME, frustrates me so much. Its practically infinite potential for customization seems to call for almost equally infinite ability to customize, on the part of the user. And frankly, I blog because I want to write, not because I want to spend a lot of time learning CSS, although that is on my to-do list.)
*You know what they say about the definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
PS: I just took one of Blogger's customer satisfaction surveys and told them that I still hate the new templates. Not that they care.
Depending on when you read this post, you may notice that things look a little different. This is not likely to last.
I have been a Blogger user since the day I began blogging, which is actually five years ago this month. And screw all the haters, I like Blogger, most of the time, and since there's almost nothing in this life that I like all the time, that is actually a ringing endorsement. I know that Blogger is not very sophisticated, and that it sometimes does crazy things, and that half of the blogs on Blogger are just foreign-language spam blogs, and that Blogger is probably a key element in Google's plot to take over the world, but I still feel bad when the Internet picks on Blogger and the people who use it.
That said, I have still not gotten over the frustration I felt when they switched over to the new fancy template stuff. That was almost two years ago, and I am A) still stewing over it, and B) still using the "classic" template that I started out with.
Except right now I'm not.
Several times since Blogger made the switchover, I have decided to try their new templates again, and every time I give up in frustration and switch back to classic.* This time, I gave it a try because I thought maybe I could incorporate Twitter more gracefully, as well as add some sort of useless "What I'm reading/listening to/digging right now" thing, which is possible in the classic template, I just can't make it pretty. So I backed up my old template in Notepad and made the switch.
I'm about to switch right back, because I still hate the new version, for most of the same reasons that I hated it back in 2006. If resisting change were an Olympic sport, I would be a gold medalist. I mean, my sidebar doesn't have to be that wide. I don't want to screw around with damn CSS to make my post titles not links, because convenience be damned, they just look ugly that way. I still haven't figured out how to add Twitter to my sidebar, or my intimidating copyright message to the footer. I appreciate that other people can figure out these things, and make their blogs look lovely, but I have neither the patience nor the inclination to spend time thinking about those things.
(This may, in fact, be why Wordpress, which the Internet generally acknowledges OMG AWESOME, frustrates me so much. Its practically infinite potential for customization seems to call for almost equally infinite ability to customize, on the part of the user. And frankly, I blog because I want to write, not because I want to spend a lot of time learning CSS, although that is on my to-do list.)
*You know what they say about the definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
PS: I just took one of Blogger's customer satisfaction surveys and told them that I still hate the new templates. Not that they care.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
I got 99 problems, but a thesis ain't one
Singing along to: Cat Stevens, How Can I Tell You?
Or rather, a thesis is one, sort of, but the problem isn't that I can't think of a topic. It's that I can think of too many.
I don't have to decide on a subject now, but I have several friends who already know what they're writing about, and their topics are uniformly cool. I'm jealous of them. Also, I think I'd feel better about starting a forty-odd-page paper in a couple months if I knew what I wanted to write on. Like most other aspects of the medieval studies department here, the thesis guidelines are fluid. According to my adviser, the only rule is that it has to be multi-disciplinary. No problem: at this point, I don't think I could approach history any other way, because I really don't believe you can separate the art from the literature from the politics from the religion. Not in the Middle Ages, anyway.
This free rein is frequently delightful (distribution requirements within majors is something for those silly history and English majors to worry about, not me), but in this case it's also stifling: so many choices, so little time! Plus, the subject that I'm especially interested in, rare books and manuscripts, is not really an option, probably. I have neither the skills (paleography, adequate Latin) nor the resources to tackle something that awesome for my undergraduate thesis. (But don't worry, I intend to spend graduate school--and then hopefully the rest of my life--getting much better acquainted with really old books.)
So I did what I always do in situations like this: I made a list of other topics that interest me. It's a long list. I also made a list of topics that do not interest me, in hopes that it might narrow things down a bit. It helped, but only a little bit. (That list basically consists of theology/philosophy (except for monasticism), Bede, and anything to do with Italy.)
I stared at those lists for awhile, and thought, well, maybe something on England, pre-1066. I really liked that book on Alfred the Great I read last semester, and he's both really cool (like Charlemagne, but English) and late enough to keep me safely away from Bede. Can't think of anything more specific offhand, but maybe if I do more reading something will come to me. Maybe.
Then I read Chaucer's Troilus & Criseyde for class, and, thought hmm, maybe I could write something on female sovereignty in medieval romances, which have done some interesting things with gender roles. Not exactly original, but this is an undergraduate thesis we're talking about here. "Groundbreaking" is not a requirement. Besides, it plays into my interest in gender, social history, and literature. (Also, "sovereignty" is an impressive-sounding word. I would feel smarter just having that on my cover page.)
Then I started writing a paper on the use of setting in Troilus, and thought, whoa damn, I could do a lot with this too, by expanding it to a discussion of the use of classical themes and settings in medieval art and literature. (Actually, that was the original topic for the current paper, but I quickly realized that it is way too big of a topic for a 5-7 page paper.) So I started getting excited about writing a thesis on that multidisciplinary mess, which happens to tie in three of my other favorite things: art, literature, and political power/rhetoric. (I have a lot of favorite things. That may be the source of my problems.)
Actually, it seems that my indecision is not limited to my thesis. Right now I'm in the midst of writing a paper, due tomorrow, whose topic I switched last night. I spent a long time debating the pros and cons of asking the professor about this (potentially a wise move, given that I turned in an abstract two weeks ago with proposed topic #1), but I decided in the end to follow this piece of sage advice, learned from my father: It's easier to get forgiveness than permission. And, after all, my topic has not changed so drastically. I'm still writing about the Bayeux Tapestry, I'm just considering it in a different light. A light that is much, much easier to write about and research. That's totally kosher, right?
Yeah, I hope so.
Or rather, a thesis is one, sort of, but the problem isn't that I can't think of a topic. It's that I can think of too many.
I don't have to decide on a subject now, but I have several friends who already know what they're writing about, and their topics are uniformly cool. I'm jealous of them. Also, I think I'd feel better about starting a forty-odd-page paper in a couple months if I knew what I wanted to write on. Like most other aspects of the medieval studies department here, the thesis guidelines are fluid. According to my adviser, the only rule is that it has to be multi-disciplinary. No problem: at this point, I don't think I could approach history any other way, because I really don't believe you can separate the art from the literature from the politics from the religion. Not in the Middle Ages, anyway.
This free rein is frequently delightful (distribution requirements within majors is something for those silly history and English majors to worry about, not me), but in this case it's also stifling: so many choices, so little time! Plus, the subject that I'm especially interested in, rare books and manuscripts, is not really an option, probably. I have neither the skills (paleography, adequate Latin) nor the resources to tackle something that awesome for my undergraduate thesis. (But don't worry, I intend to spend graduate school--and then hopefully the rest of my life--getting much better acquainted with really old books.)
So I did what I always do in situations like this: I made a list of other topics that interest me. It's a long list. I also made a list of topics that do not interest me, in hopes that it might narrow things down a bit. It helped, but only a little bit. (That list basically consists of theology/philosophy (except for monasticism), Bede, and anything to do with Italy.)
I stared at those lists for awhile, and thought, well, maybe something on England, pre-1066. I really liked that book on Alfred the Great I read last semester, and he's both really cool (like Charlemagne, but English) and late enough to keep me safely away from Bede. Can't think of anything more specific offhand, but maybe if I do more reading something will come to me. Maybe.
Then I read Chaucer's Troilus & Criseyde for class, and, thought hmm, maybe I could write something on female sovereignty in medieval romances, which have done some interesting things with gender roles. Not exactly original, but this is an undergraduate thesis we're talking about here. "Groundbreaking" is not a requirement. Besides, it plays into my interest in gender, social history, and literature. (Also, "sovereignty" is an impressive-sounding word. I would feel smarter just having that on my cover page.)
Then I started writing a paper on the use of setting in Troilus, and thought, whoa damn, I could do a lot with this too, by expanding it to a discussion of the use of classical themes and settings in medieval art and literature. (Actually, that was the original topic for the current paper, but I quickly realized that it is way too big of a topic for a 5-7 page paper.) So I started getting excited about writing a thesis on that multidisciplinary mess, which happens to tie in three of my other favorite things: art, literature, and political power/rhetoric. (I have a lot of favorite things. That may be the source of my problems.)
Actually, it seems that my indecision is not limited to my thesis. Right now I'm in the midst of writing a paper, due tomorrow, whose topic I switched last night. I spent a long time debating the pros and cons of asking the professor about this (potentially a wise move, given that I turned in an abstract two weeks ago with proposed topic #1), but I decided in the end to follow this piece of sage advice, learned from my father: It's easier to get forgiveness than permission. And, after all, my topic has not changed so drastically. I'm still writing about the Bayeux Tapestry, I'm just considering it in a different light. A light that is much, much easier to write about and research. That's totally kosher, right?
Yeah, I hope so.
Labels: College
Saturday, April 26, 2008
The Bayeux Tapestry comes to life
Singing along to: Simon & Garfunkel, Old Friends
One of my professors showed us this YouTube video in class the other day, and it was too good not to pass along. Behold, the Bayeux Tapestry, animated:
It starts about halfway through the Tapestry, skipping past the politics straight through to the blood 'n guts. It's pretty awesome, and maybe if I watch it enough times, I'll be inspired to start my paper on the Bayeux Tapestry for my medieval art history class.
One of my professors showed us this YouTube video in class the other day, and it was too good not to pass along. Behold, the Bayeux Tapestry, animated:
It starts about halfway through the Tapestry, skipping past the politics straight through to the blood 'n guts. It's pretty awesome, and maybe if I watch it enough times, I'll be inspired to start my paper on the Bayeux Tapestry for my medieval art history class.
Labels: Links
Friday, April 25, 2008
Pope Fest 2008
Singing along to: Simon & Garfunkel, Blessed
A week ago yesterday, I stood on the lawn outside the student center, waving my tiny white and gold flag in one hand, raising my camera in the other, and cheering Pope Benedict XVI as he entered the building to deliver his address on Catholic education. It was an interesting speech, especially since I am a product of Catholic education from my first day of preschool until now. Almost more exciting than the speech itself, however, was the fact that he was delivering it on our campus, while bishops and university presidents from all over the country sat in the audience, and we watched it simulcast on a huge projection screen on the lawn.
After the address was over, he left the Pryz in the pope mobile and we cheered and snapped pictures and waved our flags and signs some more. They told us that Regina Caeli is one of his favorite songs, so we sang it, off-key, out of sync, and in stumbling Latin, but still: how often do you get the chance to sing anything for the Pope as he rides through your campus?
I mentioned the Westboro Baptists in my last post about the Pope's visit, and I'm happy to say they were a complete non-factor in the day. The Secret Service kept them far away from anywhere they would see the Pope, and while a few of them camped outside Nationals Stadium to helpfully remind us all of our impending damnation, a friend who was at that Mass said that no one gave them a second glance. I believe in peaceful protest and counter-protest, but maybe in this case, peacefully walking right by was the best option of all.
(Although, a point of interest relating to the comments on that post: “God is love” actually comes from the first letter of John (4:16) and that is the phrase with which the Holy Father opened his encyclical Deus Caritas Est, which is Latin for the same.)
A week ago yesterday, I stood on the lawn outside the student center, waving my tiny white and gold flag in one hand, raising my camera in the other, and cheering Pope Benedict XVI as he entered the building to deliver his address on Catholic education. It was an interesting speech, especially since I am a product of Catholic education from my first day of preschool until now. Almost more exciting than the speech itself, however, was the fact that he was delivering it on our campus, while bishops and university presidents from all over the country sat in the audience, and we watched it simulcast on a huge projection screen on the lawn.
After the address was over, he left the Pryz in the pope mobile and we cheered and snapped pictures and waved our flags and signs some more. They told us that Regina Caeli is one of his favorite songs, so we sang it, off-key, out of sync, and in stumbling Latin, but still: how often do you get the chance to sing anything for the Pope as he rides through your campus?
I mentioned the Westboro Baptists in my last post about the Pope's visit, and I'm happy to say they were a complete non-factor in the day. The Secret Service kept them far away from anywhere they would see the Pope, and while a few of them camped outside Nationals Stadium to helpfully remind us all of our impending damnation, a friend who was at that Mass said that no one gave them a second glance. I believe in peaceful protest and counter-protest, but maybe in this case, peacefully walking right by was the best option of all.
(Although, a point of interest relating to the comments on that post: “God is love” actually comes from the first letter of John (4:16) and that is the phrase with which the Holy Father opened his encyclical Deus Caritas Est, which is Latin for the same.)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Love is a many-splendored thing
Singing along to: Death Cab for Cutie, I Will Follow You Into the Dark
I love many things.
I love notebooks filled with beautiful paper I couldn't possibly mar with writing, and I love cheap spiral-bound notebooks with doodles in the margins, scribbled quotations, and snippets of stories I will never finish writing.
I love art, all art, even art I hate, even art I don't understand, because it's there and it's useless, but we all keep making it anyway. I love strolling by myself through hushed museums. I love picking out postcard souvenirs in museum gift shops and taping them above my desk when I get home.
I love the way my paints smell and I love the feeling of brush plus paint plus canvas. I love cadmium red, Mars black, and cobalt blue. I love my favorite paintbrush, the super-cheap 1-inch wide flat that came with a set of brushes I got in my first art class in high school. (All the paint has chipped off its wooden handle, and only duct tape and sheer force of will are holding the handle and the metal ferrule together, but I will continue to paint with that brush until it falls apart in my hands.) I love opening my desk drawer and seeing neatly stacked sketchbooks, my favorite size, 8.5x5", just right for thumbnail sketches, brainstorms, doodles, and traveling. I love walking away from an art project with smudges on my face or paint on my jeans or fingers stained with ink, but an impeccably neat finished piece on the table behind me.
I love flannel sheets and winter nights and falling asleep in a heavy cocoon of blankets, long johns, and thick socks. I love waking up on cold mornings and realizing I don't have to get out of bed yet. I love waking up on Saturdays in the summer with sunlight slanting through the windows and a full day of nothing stretching out in front of me. I love the first day of spring, which for me is the first day I can go outside bare-legged and in flip-flops. I love cherry blossoms, forsythia, and crocuses. I love walking through crispy autumn leaves, and I love bare branches silhouetted against the sky.
I love silly things: piggy banks, bad puns, vintage dishes, owls, stale popcorn, the small rubber monster that sits on my desk and scowls at visitors. I love red shoes, striped rainboots, mary janes, peeptoes, and patent leather pumps. I love the clearance rack. I love sesame chicken, pesto, chocolate milk, hummus on my turkey sandwiches, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and coconut cream pie.
I love my bookshelves, perfectly organized and packed tightly with books I have read, am reading, will read, won't read. I love bookstores, especially used book stores. I love the way old books smell, and I love picking up a favorite book, opening to my favorite passage, and starting the story there.
I love sarcasm, dark humor, cynicism, and irreverence. I love fresh flowers and sleeping with the windows open. I love making lists and checking them thrice. I love fashion magazines, design blogs, and newspaper advice columns. I love black-and-white photography and very old maps. I love driving on the interstate. I love singing in the car with the windows rolled down.
On days like this, sunny and 75, I love everything.
Inspired by Jamie who was inspired by She Likes Purple, who says: "I challenge you to make your own list. The only catch? You can’t include a single person you know on your list. No “I love the way my husband laughs” or “I love hearing my little girl call for me.” It’ll be tough, I know. But this particular little exercise is about stripping away everyone who defines you and figuring out what you (not his partner; not their mother/daughter/sister/friend) love."
I love many things.
I love notebooks filled with beautiful paper I couldn't possibly mar with writing, and I love cheap spiral-bound notebooks with doodles in the margins, scribbled quotations, and snippets of stories I will never finish writing.
I love art, all art, even art I hate, even art I don't understand, because it's there and it's useless, but we all keep making it anyway. I love strolling by myself through hushed museums. I love picking out postcard souvenirs in museum gift shops and taping them above my desk when I get home.
I love the way my paints smell and I love the feeling of brush plus paint plus canvas. I love cadmium red, Mars black, and cobalt blue. I love my favorite paintbrush, the super-cheap 1-inch wide flat that came with a set of brushes I got in my first art class in high school. (All the paint has chipped off its wooden handle, and only duct tape and sheer force of will are holding the handle and the metal ferrule together, but I will continue to paint with that brush until it falls apart in my hands.) I love opening my desk drawer and seeing neatly stacked sketchbooks, my favorite size, 8.5x5", just right for thumbnail sketches, brainstorms, doodles, and traveling. I love walking away from an art project with smudges on my face or paint on my jeans or fingers stained with ink, but an impeccably neat finished piece on the table behind me.
I love flannel sheets and winter nights and falling asleep in a heavy cocoon of blankets, long johns, and thick socks. I love waking up on cold mornings and realizing I don't have to get out of bed yet. I love waking up on Saturdays in the summer with sunlight slanting through the windows and a full day of nothing stretching out in front of me. I love the first day of spring, which for me is the first day I can go outside bare-legged and in flip-flops. I love cherry blossoms, forsythia, and crocuses. I love walking through crispy autumn leaves, and I love bare branches silhouetted against the sky.
I love silly things: piggy banks, bad puns, vintage dishes, owls, stale popcorn, the small rubber monster that sits on my desk and scowls at visitors. I love red shoes, striped rainboots, mary janes, peeptoes, and patent leather pumps. I love the clearance rack. I love sesame chicken, pesto, chocolate milk, hummus on my turkey sandwiches, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and coconut cream pie.
I love my bookshelves, perfectly organized and packed tightly with books I have read, am reading, will read, won't read. I love bookstores, especially used book stores. I love the way old books smell, and I love picking up a favorite book, opening to my favorite passage, and starting the story there.
I love sarcasm, dark humor, cynicism, and irreverence. I love fresh flowers and sleeping with the windows open. I love making lists and checking them thrice. I love fashion magazines, design blogs, and newspaper advice columns. I love black-and-white photography and very old maps. I love driving on the interstate. I love singing in the car with the windows rolled down.
On days like this, sunny and 75, I love everything.
Inspired by Jamie who was inspired by She Likes Purple, who says: "I challenge you to make your own list. The only catch? You can’t include a single person you know on your list. No “I love the way my husband laughs” or “I love hearing my little girl call for me.” It’ll be tough, I know. But this particular little exercise is about stripping away everyone who defines you and figuring out what you (not his partner; not their mother/daughter/sister/friend) love."
Labels: lists
Monday, April 21, 2008
Time for confession
Singing along to:
The other day I posted a list of things that I have sworn I will never do. I didn't include "pay a lot of money for face cream" on that list, but up until fairly recently I probably would have. And as of two days ago, I would have had to cross it off the list. Paying $23 for some damn face lotion is something I told myself was silly (and no lie: it is silly), but then I realized that I really like Clinique's "Dramatically Different Moisturizing Gel." It doesn't smell weird. It doesn't make my face shiny. It doesn't give me zits. A little bit goes a long, long way. (Proof: For the past four months, I have been using a 1.7 oz. travel-size tube that I bought to try it out. There's still a little left.)
So, screw the list, I decided. I'm sick of buying cheap moisturizer that leaves my face greasy and gives me a headache. I buy cheap shampoo, cheap body wash, and cheap most other things. I will SPLURGE and I will LIKE IT.
So I did. And I do.
But one thing inevitably leads to another, and I have another sin to confess--one more thing I swore I wouldn't do, at least not in this decade:
I bought an "anti-aging" product.
I know! I'm twenty years old! My face is dewy and fresh and has never seen a wrinkle! Just a few months ago I was still bitching about acne! I must be delusional!
And yes. I probably am. The only thing I can say in my defense is that it's face sunscreen, which is IMPORTANT, and which I actually needed because the Clinique lotion's one flaw is that it does not have an SPF. It has been several years since I've stepped outside without SPF on my face and I don't intend to start now. To be honest, I think the only thing "anti-aging" about Neutrogena's "Age Shield Face Sunblock" (SPF 55!) is the fact that sun spots + too much tanning = leather skin, which does, in fact, make you look old before your time, and makes you more likely to break out in skin cancer to boot.
We all cross things off our lists. Sometimes we regret it. Other times we just spend a little extra time admiring ourselves in the mirror afterwards.
The other day I posted a list of things that I have sworn I will never do. I didn't include "pay a lot of money for face cream" on that list, but up until fairly recently I probably would have. And as of two days ago, I would have had to cross it off the list. Paying $23 for some damn face lotion is something I told myself was silly (and no lie: it is silly), but then I realized that I really like Clinique's "Dramatically Different Moisturizing Gel." It doesn't smell weird. It doesn't make my face shiny. It doesn't give me zits. A little bit goes a long, long way. (Proof: For the past four months, I have been using a 1.7 oz. travel-size tube that I bought to try it out. There's still a little left.)
So, screw the list, I decided. I'm sick of buying cheap moisturizer that leaves my face greasy and gives me a headache. I buy cheap shampoo, cheap body wash, and cheap most other things. I will SPLURGE and I will LIKE IT.
So I did. And I do.
But one thing inevitably leads to another, and I have another sin to confess--one more thing I swore I wouldn't do, at least not in this decade:
I bought an "anti-aging" product.
I know! I'm twenty years old! My face is dewy and fresh and has never seen a wrinkle! Just a few months ago I was still bitching about acne! I must be delusional!
And yes. I probably am. The only thing I can say in my defense is that it's face sunscreen, which is IMPORTANT, and which I actually needed because the Clinique lotion's one flaw is that it does not have an SPF. It has been several years since I've stepped outside without SPF on my face and I don't intend to start now. To be honest, I think the only thing "anti-aging" about Neutrogena's "Age Shield Face Sunblock" (SPF 55!) is the fact that sun spots + too much tanning = leather skin, which does, in fact, make you look old before your time, and makes you more likely to break out in skin cancer to boot.
We all cross things off our lists. Sometimes we regret it. Other times we just spend a little extra time admiring ourselves in the mirror afterwards.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Movie Quotes Games
Singing along to: Flogging Molly, Between A Man And A Woman
Stolen from The Caffeinated Librarian.
The Rules:
* Pick 15 of your favorite movies
* Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie (or quote them from memory because you are that bad ass)
* Post them on your blog for everyone to guess
* Fill in the film title once it’s been guessed
These are your rules:
* No Googling or using IMDb search functions (Don’t cheat!)
* Leave your answer(s) in the comments
The person who guesses the most movies gets... well, absolutely nothing, except for the satisfaction of knowing that A) you share my exceptionally fine taste in cinema and B) you have no life, possibly. And really, what prize could be better than knowing that?
The Quotes:
Update: All the titles have been guessed (you guys rock) except for #10, Starship Troopers, which, despite its many selling points, is not the most quotable movie ever made.
Stolen from The Caffeinated Librarian.
The Rules:
* Pick 15 of your favorite movies
* Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie (or quote them from memory because you are that bad ass)
* Post them on your blog for everyone to guess
* Fill in the film title once it’s been guessed
These are your rules:
* No Googling or using IMDb search functions (Don’t cheat!)
* Leave your answer(s) in the comments
The person who guesses the most movies gets... well, absolutely nothing, except for the satisfaction of knowing that A) you share my exceptionally fine taste in cinema and B) you have no life, possibly. And really, what prize could be better than knowing that?
The Quotes:
- "Dear Buddha, please bring me a pony and a plastic rocket..." Serenity, guessed by James
- "That's the beauty of argument: if you argue correctly, you're never wrong."Thank You For Smoking, guessed by James.
- "Oooh, he's so handsome! Just like his reward posters..." Robin Hood (Disney version, of course), guessed by Grace.
- "We can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning, I'm making waffles!" Shrek, guessed by Mary Alice.
- "Nah, Tone, you're just jealous. You know perfectly well that any bar anywhere in America contains ten girls more beautiful and more likely to have sex with me than the whole of the United Kingdom." Love Actually, guessed by Emily
- "I'm a man who discovered the wheel and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and brawn. That's what kind of man I am. You're just a woman with a small brain. With a brain a third the size of us. It's science." Anchorman, guessed by Emily
- "Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony." Monty Python and the Holy Grail, guessed by James
- "It's not everyday you find a girl who'll flash someone to get you out of detention." 10 Things I Hate About You, guessed by Christie
- "...what do you do? You laugh. I'm not saying I don't cry but in between I laugh and I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously. Plus, I look forward to a good cry. It feels pretty good." Garden State, guessed by Emily
- "We must meet this threat with our courage, our valor, indeed with our very lives to ensure that human civilization, not insect, dominates this galaxy now and always!"
- "Consider the lilies of the goddamn field." O Brother Where Art Thou?, guessed by Mary Liz
- "Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles..." The Princess Bride, guessed by Mary Alice
- "If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will..." Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back guessed by Mary Liz
- "Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh... he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that." Little Miss Sunshine, guessed by Mary Alice
- "Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you can come up with another clever idea to get us all killed - or worse, expelled." Harry Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone, guessed by James.
Update: All the titles have been guessed (you guys rock) except for #10, Starship Troopers, which, despite its many selling points, is not the most quotable movie ever made.
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