Battle Of the P's!

Look! No video clips! Although this is a somewhat boring piece about Pride and Prejudice. You can't have everything.

So, anyway, my move collection battled Saturday night.

Well, that's not true at all.

See, I came home, my whole family left, and I had the whole house to myself to eat leftover chinese food and curl up and watch a movie with the dogs. (I know, exciting.)

And Joni Mitchel's "A Case of You" was playing on my ipod that morning so the logical film choice was "Practical Magic." I even picked the case out and took it downstairs. But then I suddenly NEEDED to watch "Pride and Prejudice." I don't even know where that came from. But then, as I was walking back up the stairs, I started thinking about how "Persuasion" was the better Jane Austen.

Battle of the P's!

(And the entire time, the only remaining P-movie on my romantic comedy shelf, "Price of Milk," was all "Dude, I'm a trippy-ass New Zealand fairy tale featuring 147 dairy cows, I'm staying out of this mess.")

Pride and Prejudice (the Kiera Knightley movie version) won.

And by winning, I mean it got to be played in the dvd player while I ate chinese food, knitted a hat, cuddled with Pepper, and took a couple of naps. Not much of a victory, really.

I don't think I'll be needing to watch it again anytime soon. I still love that proposal in the rain. ("Are you laughing at me?") And there are a million little visual cues and touches that I love as well. Especially the one that shows how enamored Bingley is by Jane that has Jane walking through a ballroom absentmindedly and Bingley literally clutching at the ribbons at the back of dress to be near her. It's a tiny bit, but I love it.

But I'm just not very fond of most of the cast. A lot of them overact and stand out way too much. And some of the original Austen dialogue is flat and terrible and just plain bad. I've always liked Pride and Prejudice in it's various forms, but I don't love it. I think I'm going to give it a rest for a couple of years and then see where we stand.

Quick Bits!

Some quick bits:

- I'm currently entirely addicted to 30 Rock. Everywhere I went on the internet last week seemed to be talking about how hilarious the "MILF Island" episode was. And it was pretty funny. Especially "eat my poo." I then went back and watched most of the second season from nbc.com and am currently working through the first season via netflix "instant play."

"I love Foxy Boxing! It combines two of my favorite things! Boxing and referees."


-Dude. Monster's Inc is so adorable. That little girl cracks me up. The boys just acquired that movie for 80 cents at a thrift store. Totally worth it.

- I excitedly bought Willow on my way out of work today and spent the afternoon trying to explain to 20-yr-olds who've never heard of it why a fantasy movie about midgets and sorceresses and fairies was awesome. I totally failed. But I'll watch it with the kids tomorrow.

- I bought a new-release chick-book because it had a Crusie quote on the front of it and I just can't hunker down and get into it. I think I'll wait till my day off on Sunday so that I can just buckle down in my chair and read most of it in one go.

-I totally lost my keys yesterday. At the house. After successfully driving myself home from work. And let me tell you, it wasn't nearly as funny as the time I threw them in my trunk and had to call AAA. It was damn frustrating. I mean, I checked the driveway, the ground near my car, the sandbox, the shoe shelf, every surface in the kitchen/dining room, the food cabinet, the fridge, every pair of pants I own, every sweater pocket, every friggin purse, and the entire front lawn. I even checked all of the holes Pepper had dug in the front lawn in case she had found and buried them.

They were on the fucking grill! The stupid, gray, overturned goddamn grill that's laying in the grass in front of the garage. My best guess is that I bent over to pet the puppy (who sits by it because it's as close as she can get to the kids' sandbox while on her yard leash) and I set them down. Fucking puppy. I knew she had to be involved.

-The other day, I told Pepper she was a bitch "both biologically and attitude wise." I was in the process of throwing her outside because she was barking at the vacuum (so annoying). It still cracks me up. It's probably not good that I find myself so amusing.

Winter Wardrobe

Well, if there was any question about which seasonal wardrobe was my favorite... opening my "winter clothes" box just answered it.

Unpacking the box, I had the follow to say (to the clothes, logically):

"Winter coat... meh, you're ugly and too big. Will need to replace you one day."

"Hey ND and UC sweatshirts, you're nice and warm, welcome to my closet."

"Pizza scarf! How are you doing!? I've missed you so much! You need a better nickname than "pizza scarf" or "disease scarf." It's not your fault you attract pizza crusts and sickness like nobody's business. No harm, I still love you."

"White fleece! Hey! And your cousin red fleece! Nice to see you, good times ahead fellas."

"Sweater-coat! Oh, sweater-coat. I love you. Man, I love you. You're kinda ratty and getting a bit old, but I don't care if you still need to be fastened with a brightly-colored paper clip, you cover my ass and keep me warm all winter. Plus, you have a hood! I shall love you forever, really."

Yeah, all of those thoughts popped into my brain. Then I thought, "My god, I'm insane". Then I thought, "Ok, yes, I am insane, and I should definitely write that shit down."

Voila.