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charloweenA few days ago I made my brother watch the BSG miniseries. Here's hoping he was into it enough to watch the rest of the show. That would be neat.
It was strange to watch the miniseries again, given that I haven't seen any BSG since its finale. (No Caprica, either. Well, I have watched BSG vids. :D) All the characters seem so young and so innocent! There are so many moments where X character wouldn't say that to Y character if this was after Z happened (if that makes sense - it's been an odd day).
I love the editing around Lee and Kara's second reunion moment, when we've just seen several other couples making out... there's such an expectation there (a narrative expectation) and it puts a tension between the characters that wasn't really in the jail scene. You know. *waves hands* Good editing makes shows great!
Roslin's "I know, but 'Captain Apollo' has a nice ring to it" is still one of the best lines in the show. She knows what his name is, but she'll call him what she wants - she will control what corners of reality she can. Oh, Roslin. <3
Today I went to a philanthropist's garden party in the country (way out in the country, an hour from Whitby), and while it was a nice enough day it was also very awkward. It was a party that (I think) this family invites everyone to: family, friends, business associates, and students who've received scholarships from funds endowed by the family.
We students were super-obvious and super-awkward, so we clumped together as we clutched our plastic cups of good wine and paper plates with slices of roast suckling pig (apple-in-mouth and all) and talked about how surreal it all was. And for some reason we kept calling it "pig" and not "pork". I wasn't in a people-meeting mood (met lots of people last weekend! quota full! have to meet new people next month when I move to England! must store resources!) so it was nice to have other students around when forced to make small talk.
It was also many hours in the sun. I'm quite fried. Mentally and possibly sunburn-y.
While I was at the garden party, my Mum and my grandmother visited Aunt Ruth (Great-Aunt, technically). It sounds like they caught her on a good day, but when you're in your 90s and have Alzheimer's the idea of a good day is somewhat flexible.
Tonight dinner was a tub of spicy hummus, delivered into my mouth via baby carrots and delicious pumpernickel-sesame-poppy seed-garlic flatbread. Also there were Tim Tams. <3 Loblaws.
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firstgold: Kiss Me Kate in Stratford in the afternoon, and then Scott Pilgrim vs. The World in the evening. <3 adaptations.
It was strange to watch the miniseries again, given that I haven't seen any BSG since its finale. (No Caprica, either. Well, I have watched BSG vids. :D) All the characters seem so young and so innocent! There are so many moments where X character wouldn't say that to Y character if this was after Z happened (if that makes sense - it's been an odd day).
I love the editing around Lee and Kara's second reunion moment, when we've just seen several other couples making out... there's such an expectation there (a narrative expectation) and it puts a tension between the characters that wasn't really in the jail scene. You know. *waves hands* Good editing makes shows great!
Roslin's "I know, but 'Captain Apollo' has a nice ring to it" is still one of the best lines in the show. She knows what his name is, but she'll call him what she wants - she will control what corners of reality she can. Oh, Roslin. <3
Today I went to a philanthropist's garden party in the country (way out in the country, an hour from Whitby), and while it was a nice enough day it was also very awkward. It was a party that (I think) this family invites everyone to: family, friends, business associates, and students who've received scholarships from funds endowed by the family.
We students were super-obvious and super-awkward, so we clumped together as we clutched our plastic cups of good wine and paper plates with slices of roast suckling pig (apple-in-mouth and all) and talked about how surreal it all was. And for some reason we kept calling it "pig" and not "pork". I wasn't in a people-meeting mood (met lots of people last weekend! quota full! have to meet new people next month when I move to England! must store resources!) so it was nice to have other students around when forced to make small talk.
It was also many hours in the sun. I'm quite fried. Mentally and possibly sunburn-y.
While I was at the garden party, my Mum and my grandmother visited Aunt Ruth (Great-Aunt, technically). It sounds like they caught her on a good day, but when you're in your 90s and have Alzheimer's the idea of a good day is somewhat flexible.
Tonight dinner was a tub of spicy hummus, delivered into my mouth via baby carrots and delicious pumpernickel-sesame-poppy seed-garlic flatbread. Also there were Tim Tams. <3 Loblaws.
Tomorrow is double-culture day with
firstgold: Kiss Me Kate in Stratford in the afternoon, and then Scott Pilgrim vs. The World in the evening. <3 adaptations.
