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If phase one is planning, then phase two is doing. That’s where I am now. I spent a good chunk of the spring semester planning and pitching things and good news, they’re happening. Although, that means I’M happening. I distinctly told myself that I wouldn’t overcommit to things, but geez, things are busy around here.

I’m looking forward to phase three – assessing, phase four – self back patting, phase five – frequent napping, but not so much phase six which is writing about phases 1 – 4 and then going back to phase one again.

It’s the circle of academic life, y’all.

Isn’t The Lion King the best Disney movie EVER?!


So I’ve been thinking about John Hughes, and even though I am exceptionally fuzzy-headed today, his influence on my life is still clear.

John Hughes created my conception of adolescence.  I wasn’t even a tween when the brat pack dominated the movie scene, but I think this contributed to the potency of Hughes’ influence.  I was learning how to be a Hughesian adolescent at 7.  I watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off weekly as a kid, and I am confident that this directly led to a) my desire for a Barbie Ferrari (seriously, coolest thing ever) and b) the unholy amount of school I skipped as a teenager.  (Sorry, Mom.)  I wanted to be Sloane.  I wanted to be the pretty girl to rock the white go go boots, but I was always more of a Jeanie (although, dude, she got to make out with pre-2.5 men Charlie Sheen, nice.)  But it was Jeanie Bueller, Samantha Baker, and Allison Reynolds that were weirdos, insecure, not rich or even wholly sane,  that spoke to me and permitted me to be the insecue, not rich, not wholly sane weirdo that I am.

We’ll miss you Mr. Hughes, thank you for your humor, and thank you for Shermer, Illinois.

I love the “local favorites” section on Netflix.

Apparently my neighbors are:
learned, ironic, lesbians, stoned, and British.

I <3 this town!

Sounds about right.

Audiobook (so, listening to instead of actually reading) – Stockett, K., Lamia, J., Turpin, B., Spencer, O., & Campbell, C. (2009). The help. [New York, N.Y.]: Penguin Audio.

  • I’m really enjoying this, I’m about halfway through. This is from multiple perspectives like My Sister’s Keeper, but does a much better job of it. I love that the voice actors imitate each other. So Minnie tells her story, and another voice actor will mention Minnie and do her impression of Minnie’s voice. I’m not sure why I think that’s awesome, but I do.

Jacobs, A. J. (2004). The know-it-all: One man’s humble quest to become the smartest person in the world. New York: Simon & Schuster.

  • I’ve warmed up to this. I didn’t love it at first, but I’ve made peace with the A-Z format, and I’m more in the mood for factoids then when I first started reading it.

I finished watching The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe today. I started watching it over the weekend, but my disc froze at the 12th scene. Damn you, Netflix! I loved it. I read the books when I was a kid and don’t remember much about them except that I liked them. I tend to be a purist and get rather irritated at movies that adapt (read ruin) my favorite books (*cough*harrypotter*cough*). I’m not sure how I’d feel about this one in a side-by-side comparison, so I’m glad I don’t remember anything about the books, and I think I will watch the movies before I reread the books. Also, Netflix, you don’t know me as well as you think you do:

Not quite, Netflix.

Not quite, Netflix.

Johnson, M., Adamson, A., McAlpine, D. M., Moore, P., Steuer, P., Peacock, A., et al. (2006). The chronicles of Narnia. The lion, the witch and the wardrobe. Burbank, CA: Walt Disney Home Entertainment.

Lewis, C. S., & Baynes, P. (1950). The lion, the witch and the wardrobe; A story for children. New York: Macmillan.

What a lame post! Although I did find a screenshot to stick in there . . .

I love Netflix’s recommender system because it comes up with the most bizarre categories, like:

Aren't all weddings emotional?  I mean, SOMEONE must emote SOMETHING at every wedding.

Aren't all weddings emotional? I mean, SOMEONE must emote SOMETHING at every wedding.

I also love that somehow Father of the Bride and Rachel Getting Married constitute a category. There are white puffy high top sneakers in Father of the Bride, father-daughter basketball games, and a narrator for goodness sake. Rachel Getting Married is an emotional movie, and there is a wedding, but I don’t know that it’s an emotional wedding movie. Still, I love that Netflix created this category, and you should too because you got to read 100 words of me blathering on about it!

At 8 am on the dot Fed Ex came to my door to drop off my beloved Macbook. I had no idea who in the world would be at my door at 8 am, and my Fed Ex carrier was rather petite so I didn’t see her through the peephole. I was walking away from the door when I heard strange beeping, got kind of creeped out, looked through the window, and saw the Fed Ex logo on her sleeve. I had no idea what she was doing there – well I knew she was delivering a package – but I had no idea what it was. She had to tell me that it was my computer. Did I mention it was 8 am?

She didn’t actually wake me up. I am a chronic insomniac and had JUST gone to bed when she knocked on the door. It was seriously at the precise moment my head hit the pillow. I tried everything to sleep last night. I finished reading My Sister’s Keeper, which I ended up hating. I yelled at it at when I finished it at 5 am (sorry neighbors). It was just not my cup of tea at all. It was three highly implausible story lines weakly tied together. Any one of the story lines would be enough for a ridiculous book, but the three of them together? The only way that book would be redeemable is if it was a true story. It’s too unbelievable to be fiction, but would be remarkable if it was true. Maybe she should have just passed it off as the truth . . . Frey? Frey? Frey?

(When Cameron was in Egypt’s land)

Woo random movie quotes!

I also watched The Queen, I thought for sure that a movie full of British accents would knock me right out. Nothing against the British, I find the accents soothing, especially when they’re thick, and I have no idea what they’re saying. It’s really easy to drift off in that situation. For those of you that have seen the movie, it’s super low key, kind of slow, and not a lot happens – it seems like the perfect movie to lull you to sleep, but I only missed one scene.

Tonight I started the Golden Girls from the beginning. I took all kinds of nerdy notes in preparation for the episode guide I first mention on day one of Macbooklessness. If the insomnia continues, I’ll be done with all seven seasons before the month is out.

Anyway, my Macbook had all kinds of stuff done to it. I got a new bezel (had to Google it), a heat pipe, a new CD/DVD drive, and my monitor works now! I was holding off on repairs until that pesky thesis was done, because I could not go five days without my laptop during hermit/writing time. It’s good to have it back, but there seems to be some pixel damage at the bottom of the screen. My hunch is that I got a refurbished screen. I know it’s not the one I sent in because the chip is missing, unless they buffed it, but I don’t think people buff Macbook screens. I’m really impressed with how fast Apple got it back to me. I dropped it off at 8:30 pm on Wednesday, and got it back two business days later. That’s pretty fantastic. See! I’m not just a hater. I hated on two things, and loved two things, so I’m fair and balanced. ;)

This is what Netflix told me about me.

Apparently I like:

Mais oui!

Mais oui!

Real life is hard, but easy on the eyes

Real life is hard, but easy on the eyes

I just wish they’d be more specific.

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