Libbie told me at some point today (my memory sucks) to write a post, so here's me writing a post!
I've decided to write about not 'The Hobbit', since I'm fairly certain you all have already formed your own opinions about it and no longer care what Libbie nor I thought about it, but about the book 'A Web of Air' by Philip Reeves, which I am currently smack dab in the middle of.
BTW, Libbie, you should start reading more steampunk, or large portions of what I say will start to not make sense.
It's the sequel to the book I mentioned in my 'hey look Jess is alive!' post. The main character is still a logical, more-or-less emotionless genius, and she's decided she wants to discover the secret to flight. Oh yes, awesomeness happens. She meets a crazy guy who talks to birds, she meets another guy who's so fat he can't see his toes (yet somehow he moves about), and she works in a theater troupe that does stuff like 'Niall Strong-Arm; or The Conquest of the Moon'. Maybe y'all don't find that funny, but in context it made me giggle a little more than I thought appropriate.
Then again, everyone's sense of humor is different. Maybe that offends someone. It certainly doesn't offend me.
So, in conclusion, read Philip Reeve's Fever Crumb series, and be amazed.
Also, congratulations for surviving the fiscal cliff!
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Monday, December 31, 2012
'Fever Crumb'
Hey, Libbie, stop trying to revive this blog all on your own, 'kay? Even though I have no idea what to do with this wide expanse of internet before me, I still want my fair share! (How much is my fair share?)
Regardless, I named my post after this lovely book.
Steampunky goodness. Have you ever tried it? It's good for your health, I swear.
Now, since I technically don't know what I'm doing and I've already reviewed this book elsewhere I suppose this is the end.
We need to figure out what we're doing with this blog on Wednesday, Libbie.
Regardless, I named my post after this lovely book.
Steampunky goodness. Have you ever tried it? It's good for your health, I swear.
Now, since I technically don't know what I'm doing and I've already reviewed this book elsewhere I suppose this is the end.
We need to figure out what we're doing with this blog on Wednesday, Libbie.
Les Misérables
First off, getting the accent above the 'e' took me forever to do. I don't know why the space behind her head is glowing . . . I love it when that happens! It happens to me all of the time.
This post is coming to you in three parts.
PART 1 The Film (2012) Spoiler Free
I saw the film and it was amazing! Disclaimer: Most people are saying that if you don't like musicals they don't know if you'll like the film, but I am telling you right now, if you don't like musicals, you will hate this. If you did not know, the story is 99% singing and the spoken word is a) part of a song or b) connecting two songs. I have seen the play (on TV), but I saw it when I was about 5 and at that point, everything was going way over my head. On to the film. The singing was amazing. I love the fact that it was not prerecorded, but in fact they sang on set. It added a lot of emotion and reality to the film. Hats off to Anne Hathaway for I Dreamed a Dream (amaz-sauce!). Russel Crowe was very meh and they needed a stronger Javert. Other than that, the acting was fantastic and the cinematography was beautiful. The film along with its actors definitely deserve awards for this.
PART 2 The Book
I have no idea if you have seen the book, but it is huge. It's like the (better plotted, thought out, intelligent, awesome, wonderful, thank the lord its lacking Kristen Stewart) version of Twilight. I haven't actually read it (don't have that much free time).
PART 3 The Reviews
For the most part it has gotten good reviews by journalists and YouTubers alike. Of course there are haters (don't be hatin'!), but I just have a problem with the people getting the facts wrong. People say that this took place during the French Revolution. NO! YOU ARE WRONG! The French Revolution that you think about when you think of the French Revolution, the one with the guillotine and Marie Antoinette, took place during 1790s.This story goes from about 1815-1832, so unless Victor Hugo was really bad at current and historical events (in his own country), this book does not take place during the French Revolution. The part most are saying is the French Revolution is in fact something entirely different called the June Rebellion.
PART 0 Other Stuff I wanna say
Every song is amazing and I liked it so much that I am about to see it a second time (not at 6:30 in the morning). SEE IT! I broke the "no caps on the Internet" rule so many times . . .
other PART 0
My favorite songs from this epicness some might call a film include:
These are in no particular order except the first song listed. I love it (I don't prefer one part where they sing it over another. It's way to amazing for that)
Do You Hear the People Sing?
Castle on a Cloud
I Dreamed a Dream
Look Down
One Day More
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Stars (not the Russel Crowe version-just YouTube someone else singing it-I know you know how)
Master of the House
At the End of the Day
and every other song (no really, I don't know if I've said it but they are all amazing)
other other PART 0
and a picture! (again)
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Great Expectations
We haven't posted in a while, but I swear, we are still alive.
So if you think that this is about the book by Charles Dickens, you are wrong. Prepare for story time with Libbie.
To understand this story, you must first know that one of my favorite books is The Great Gatsby (by F. Scott Fitzgerald) so when I heard they were making a movie of it, with the director being the same man who directed Moulin Rouge, I was extremely excited. I saw a trailer for it sometime over the summer and I remember it said that it was coming out on Christmas. I hadn't heard any different news on it until I was at the theater on Wednesday (seeing Les Mis-and it was amazing) and they had a trailer for it saying it was coming to theaters May 10, 2013. This made me cry a little inside. It also made me think of how your show is supposed to start on time. How your supposed to show up to work/class on time. So the fact that they didn't show up on time was disappointing. The only way to be forgiven for such an atrocity is if the movie is the most amazing thing since (insert favorite thing here). And if you claim to be a Grammar Nazi, see the link. It's good stuff.
BTDubz (this means by the way to all of you less-educated folk), I think that whenever we post something that is not part of a story, we title the post (FITTINGLY) with the name of a book or movie.
Click here for the Grammar Nazi video. If I haven't coerced you to watch it yet, it also has Stephen Fry . . . He's a comedian. And he's an old English guy. Gotta luv it (sorry, southern Libbie was seeping through).
And in case your really bored . . . memes! I recomend that you look up axe murderer memes. They are hilarious. And a random meme I just found (I love this movie).
meme just found example of axe murder meme
#boredom
And just incase you were wondering, this is exactly how I talk IRL. Ask Jessica. (I mean all of the weird texting lingo). And this post seems to have really gotten away from the original intent.
So if you think that this is about the book by Charles Dickens, you are wrong. Prepare for story time with Libbie.
To understand this story, you must first know that one of my favorite books is The Great Gatsby (by F. Scott Fitzgerald) so when I heard they were making a movie of it, with the director being the same man who directed Moulin Rouge, I was extremely excited. I saw a trailer for it sometime over the summer and I remember it said that it was coming out on Christmas. I hadn't heard any different news on it until I was at the theater on Wednesday (seeing Les Mis-and it was amazing) and they had a trailer for it saying it was coming to theaters May 10, 2013. This made me cry a little inside. It also made me think of how your show is supposed to start on time. How your supposed to show up to work/class on time. So the fact that they didn't show up on time was disappointing. The only way to be forgiven for such an atrocity is if the movie is the most amazing thing since (insert favorite thing here). And if you claim to be a Grammar Nazi, see the link. It's good stuff.
BTDubz (this means by the way to all of you less-educated folk), I think that whenever we post something that is not part of a story, we title the post (FITTINGLY) with the name of a book or movie.
Click here for the Grammar Nazi video. If I haven't coerced you to watch it yet, it also has Stephen Fry . . . He's a comedian. And he's an old English guy. Gotta luv it (sorry, southern Libbie was seeping through).
And in case your really bored . . . memes! I recomend that you look up axe murderer memes. They are hilarious. And a random meme I just found (I love this movie).
meme just found example of axe murder meme
#boredom
And just incase you were wondering, this is exactly how I talk IRL. Ask Jessica. (I mean all of the weird texting lingo). And this post seems to have really gotten away from the original intent.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Part 10
A/N- Yes, I am a lazy bum when it comes to writing. Now shush and read the short and late part 10.
The cabbie was true to his word. My stomach could vouch for that, as it was begging to give me back the lousy meal I had eaten on the plane. He had lost the creeper back a few streets, and I was shocked that my brother looked unfazed. In fact, he was humming tunelessly.
"Would you stop that humming," I snapped.
"Well some one's had a violent mood swing," James muttered under his breath. Thankfully he shut up.
The cabbie pulled up to a rather crisp townhouse. "Here ya go," he said. I thanked him and paid him a little extra to boot. When we got out, I was able to get a better look at the building in front of us.
It looked like a residential building, but a placard next to the door announced it as the office of Dr. Joseph Watson, professional psychiatrist.
"We're going to see a guy who deals with crazy people?" James said, a slight bit of surprise in his tone.
"That's one way to put it," I replied. Breathing deep, I hit the buzzer and heard steps from within the townhouse.
A short lady with a strict look on her face answered the door. When she saw us, though, she nodded.
"Come; the doctor is expecting you."
The cabbie was true to his word. My stomach could vouch for that, as it was begging to give me back the lousy meal I had eaten on the plane. He had lost the creeper back a few streets, and I was shocked that my brother looked unfazed. In fact, he was humming tunelessly.
"Would you stop that humming," I snapped.
"Well some one's had a violent mood swing," James muttered under his breath. Thankfully he shut up.
The cabbie pulled up to a rather crisp townhouse. "Here ya go," he said. I thanked him and paid him a little extra to boot. When we got out, I was able to get a better look at the building in front of us.
It looked like a residential building, but a placard next to the door announced it as the office of Dr. Joseph Watson, professional psychiatrist.
"We're going to see a guy who deals with crazy people?" James said, a slight bit of surprise in his tone.
"That's one way to put it," I replied. Breathing deep, I hit the buzzer and heard steps from within the townhouse.
A short lady with a strict look on her face answered the door. When she saw us, though, she nodded.
"Come; the doctor is expecting you."
Monday, July 9, 2012
Excuses and Audrey Hepburn
So, you might be wondering "Hey! Why hasn't Libbie posted in forever?". Well as it happens, you, dear reader are not the only person with a life. Essay, tests, and finals pilled up during the school year and I have been traveling since school let out. Excuses, ya gotta love 'em.
Right now I'm at the library because my grandmother has a meeting here. They need to plan a fund raiser or something . . .
Speaking of libraries, does anyone know a good book to read? I haven't really gotten lost in a book for ages and I have been having free time with grammy dearest where there is no WiFi. I NEED A BOOK!
If Jessica can post a random picture of a banana, I can post a random picture of Audrey Hepburn. Love this chica. Hate bananas.
Right now I'm at the library because my grandmother has a meeting here. They need to plan a fund raiser or something . . .
Speaking of libraries, does anyone know a good book to read? I haven't really gotten lost in a book for ages and I have been having free time with grammy dearest where there is no WiFi. I NEED A BOOK!
If Jessica can post a random picture of a banana, I can post a random picture of Audrey Hepburn. Love this chica. Hate bananas.
Part 9
If the hour of waiting felt like six hours, the eight hour flight felt like days. And the crying baby didn't help. We ran off the plane and out of the airport. Free at last! I thought as the smog filled air filled my lungs.
"Hey Red, whose the guy with the ciggy?" James said nodding at the man in all black leaning on a support beam. James called me 'Red' because he was too lazy to say Scarlett and he claims "Well they mean the same thing!” I think that defiantly strengthens my case that he is a lazy bum. The man shot us a sharp glance, and I realized he had been following us for some time. He was standing in the parking lot where we hotwired the car. He had been on the airplane only a few rows behind us.
"I don't know, but he has been following us since the small town in Illinois."
"Great. We have our own personal stalker from the Russian mob."
"Well I don't think now is the best time for a confrontation."
With this we ran. We were soon followed by stalker and three of his closest friends. When they got closer, we hailed a cab and told the cabbie to "Go!".
"And where are we goin' today mister and missus?" the cabbie asked us with the men in black on our tail.
Wait. I have no idea where to go.
"Do you, by chance, know where a Doctor Joseph Watson lives?" James asked.
Idiot. How on Earth would he know where this man lives?
"Yeah, yeah. I think I know who ya mean," the man said with a little of a chuckle hidden under is heavy cockney accent.
Okay, maybe I shouldn't have thought so quickly. James smiled at me as if he knew what i was thinking the entire time. Bum-face.
"And on the way, lose this cab behind us," I said looking back to see the cab who the cab behind us belonged to.
"O' course missus."
"Hey Red, whose the guy with the ciggy?" James said nodding at the man in all black leaning on a support beam. James called me 'Red' because he was too lazy to say Scarlett and he claims "Well they mean the same thing!” I think that defiantly strengthens my case that he is a lazy bum. The man shot us a sharp glance, and I realized he had been following us for some time. He was standing in the parking lot where we hotwired the car. He had been on the airplane only a few rows behind us.
"I don't know, but he has been following us since the small town in Illinois."
"Great. We have our own personal stalker from the Russian mob."
"Well I don't think now is the best time for a confrontation."
With this we ran. We were soon followed by stalker and three of his closest friends. When they got closer, we hailed a cab and told the cabbie to "Go!".
"And where are we goin' today mister and missus?" the cabbie asked us with the men in black on our tail.
Wait. I have no idea where to go.
"Do you, by chance, know where a Doctor Joseph Watson lives?" James asked.
Idiot. How on Earth would he know where this man lives?
"Yeah, yeah. I think I know who ya mean," the man said with a little of a chuckle hidden under is heavy cockney accent.
Okay, maybe I shouldn't have thought so quickly. James smiled at me as if he knew what i was thinking the entire time. Bum-face.
"And on the way, lose this cab behind us," I said looking back to see the cab who the cab behind us belonged to.
"O' course missus."
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