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2012 might be known in the future as the year Rebecca become obsessed with Les Miserables. (2011 was the year she became a Jew, and 2010 was the year she became obsessed with NCIS. There are worse things for years to be known by.) The other night, I was almost asleep in bed when Sara came in and told me Entertainment Weekly had released five new clips of songs from the Les Miserables movie that's coming out this month. So I stayed up late watching and rewatching them, then listening to all the Les Mis songs I have on my iPod. It's hard to say which song I'm most excited to see in the movie, but when Hugh Jackman sang "He gave me hope when hope was gone / He gave me strength to journey on" and the music started to swell behind him, I just about squee'ed. I hope Sara and I can celebrate December 25th in true Jew fashion and go see the movie (and maybe to a Chinese restaurant that day).

We had another session of our temple's religious school over the weekend. It didn't go very well, which kinda depresses me. I feel like there's nothing left to do except watch the school slowly peter down to nothing. Honestly, I don't think Rabbi W should be allowed to teach. Does he try to as boring as he possibly can? I guess I shouldn't let one awful class get me down, but it's hard.

Last night, I made another dish of nacho casserole and Sara made cupcakes while we watched old NCIS reruns. Good times. I'm off today and looking at the lights of our tree (I only bought one strand, so they're sparse this year, but soon it'll be time to light the menorah!), listening to the rain fall, and watching Criminal Minds reruns that I actually get to see the ending of!
rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)
For unknown reasons, I got a bad stomachache right as I was going to bed on Friday night. I never threw up or had diarrhea, just a lot of sour-tasting burps. Ugh! Pepto-Bismal didn't help, and a hot bath only did a little. I didn't get to bed that night until after 3 am! And I had to wake up at eight the next morning to go to work. After working a long shift (and we were busy, of course - next week will only be worse) I came home, change, rested for a little bit, and left again to take "Briana," the girl I was matched with through Big Brothers Big Sisters, to the movies.

We watched Rango for free in the town square. I really liked the atmosphere -- a big screen under a big, starry summer sky, little kids playing on the grass, Girl Scouts selling concessions (I got a Nerds Rope, which is my crack, and a pickle; Briana got two bags of spicy Cheetos) -- but wow, was the movie boring. It was long, slow, and not funny at all; I really wonder who chose it and why. The weirdest thing of all was that it a close parody of Chinatown, only animated and told with desert creatures, and with all the sex and murder taken out. It was so weird. Some scenes were taken directly from Chinatown, and the villain was an exact caricature of John Huston's Noah Cross. I could appreciate it because I've seen and love Chinatown, but Rango is a kids movie (and a bad one, at that) where references to such an old, adult film really make no sense.

Briana seemed pretty bored during the movie. I don't blame her, but it made things feel awkward and painful, like I'm failing her. But, to my surprise, we actually talked most of the way home. Hallelujah! During previous things we've done, she's been so quiet, and trying to make conversation with her was like pulling teeth! But I know I was the same worse at that age, and I'm still hoping things will get better. Right now, I'll admit, thinking up stuff to do with her and finding time to do it still feels like a chore. I have this nagging feeling that I may suck at being a big sister.

Anyway, I didn't get home from the movie until after ten! I still can't quite believe that I pulled off such a long day on so little sleep. Today I'm off and slept in until two -- hallelujah! Now I'm just lazing around in my PJs, watching old NCIS episodes with Tovah. :)

Sara is reading some book (I forget the title) right now that's set in Germany during World War II. She was telling me about it last night, and this was our conversation:
Sara: "She keeps talking about something called the Anschluss, and I don't know what that is, but I remember they talked about it in The Sound of Music, and --"
Me: "Perhaps those who would remind you that the Anschluss is coming..."
Me and Sara, in perfect unison: "And it is coming, Captain!"


On Sara's page-a-day calendar of art at the Met, I'm looking at Nocturne: The Thames at Battersea, an 1878 lithotint scraping by James McNeill Whistler. I really like the somber tone of it.

rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)
You all know where Rebecca's priorities lie -- in her stomach! These are three recently-discovered foods that I'm thankful for:

1) Sweet and salty peanut granola bars. The perfect snack to eat at work.
2) Blueberry waffles. I don't really like blueberries by themselves, but put them in waffles, pancakes, or muffins, and they're my new best friends.
3) Mint-flavored Oreos. You've probably seen them -- they're the ones with green cream filling instead of white. I have to restrain myself from eating an entire pack at once. It's heaven in a cookie!

And while I'm on the subject of things to be thankful for, one of the movies we have in our break room at work is my old childhood favorite, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: The Secret of the Ooze. It's up there with The Sound of Music as a movie I watched non-stop as a kid and can still recite from memory! Every time I walk into our break room and find it playing, it just makes me grin. "Look at those costumes! Man, I love this place!"

ETA: Oh my goodness, I just went to YouTube to find a video of the Vanilla Ice song at the end of the movie, but instead I found an upload of the movie dubbed in French! How awesome is that?!
rebecca_in_blue: (pursed lips)

By some miracle, junk-food-loving Rebecca got tired of Little Caesar's greasy pizzas today and got lunch from Subway instead. The sandwich artist behind the counter recognized me as Adam's sister! Actually, he just asked me if I had a brother with really long hair who ate sandwiches with lots of mustard and onions on them. (Adam goes to Subway all time and gets foot-longs with big piles of spinach, onions, cheese, and mustard. Blegh. I almost can't be in the same room when he eats them.)

This means that the guy at Subway, the lady at the sno-cone stand, and one of my coworkers have all pegged us as siblings without ever seeing us together. What the hell? Do I really look that much like Adam? *depressed sigh*

THREE DAYS LEFT until Baton Rouge, interview with the beit din, having a mikvah, and officially becoming Jewish. I'm so nervous, and it doesn't help my nerves that work has been stressful as hell lately. And it doesn't help work that people have been quitting/calling in like crazy during Back-to-School, which is by far our busiest time of the year! I had to work late again today. But I am trying to stay focused and just get through the next two weeks. Then it will be over, and fall, cool weather, and Season 9 of NCIS will be right around the corner.
This is a parody of The Empire Strikes Back that I wrote a while ago. I cast Jacob (Sassy Jewish Grandfather #3) as Obi-Wan Kenobi because he has been such a big support to me. Our rabbi is Yoda [although he is not quite as old], and yours truly is Luke Skywalker.

Rabbi W: Why wish you become Jew? Hm?
Rebecca: Mostly because I hear there's money in it, I guess.
Rabbi W: I cannot convert her. The girl has no patience.
Jacob: She will learn patience. Was I any different when you converted me?
Rabbi W: Hm... no, she is not ready.
Rebecca: Jacob! I am ready! I can be a Jew! Jacob! Jacob, tell him I'm r -
Rabbi W: Ready, are you? What know you ready? For eight hundred years have I converted gentiles. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be converted. A Jew must have the deepest committment, the most serious mind. Jew gold. Ha. Bagels and lox. Ha. A Jew craves not these things. You are reckless.
Jacob: So was I, if you remember.
Rabbi W: She is too old. Yes, too old to begin converting.
Rebecca: But I've learned so much.
Rabbi W: Will she finish what she begins?
Rebecca: I won't go off the derech. I'm not afraid.
Rabbi W: You will be. You will be.

George Lucas's Version Under the Cut )

A few final things:
     ~ A few days ago, Sara was playing the song "Most Bamboozling Thing" (from The Sword in the Stone) on the computer and I tweaked the lyrics and sang, "They're wasting time resisting / They'll find the more they do / The more I'll keep insisting / That I have got to be a Jew!" Sara just about died laughing.
     ~ My rabbi called me yesterday to discuss a few more details about what'll happen in Baton Rouge. "Don't be nervous," he said. And later, "And bring a bath towel." Yeah, that helped. My Jewish grandparents are giving me and another lady who's converting a ride there.
     ~ The last time I saw my bad-ass Cajun grandma, I said as I was leaving her house, "Nex time you see me, I'll be Jewish!" Grandma: "That's all right, that's fine."

rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)

Hallelujah, I finally have a working phone again, and we're finally through with inventory at work! Inventory isn't too bad, just boring and long. Tonight I didn't get home until after eleven - blegh! The bad news is that with inventory over, back-to-school is right around the corner. It's very depressing, because I didn't think I'd be at this job for yet another back-to-school season, but here I am.

I made the mistake of watching our copy of The Others recently. I really admire that movie for well-executed it is, and how it's still so compelling even when you know how it ends. So many horror movies seem to think that blood + gore = scary, but The Others takes a much more civilized, sophisticated approach, and it creeps me out to no end. Even though I know exactly what happens, it still scares the bejeesus out of me every time. Now I'm all jumpy whenever I take Sable for a walk at night.

You can tell summer's here by Rebecca's hands. I have a little nick on one finger, left by a splinter I got while helping Grandma move into her new house. I have a blister on one hand from swinging in the park with Josh. And I have a mosquito bite on my palm that refuses to stop itching! I only take Sable on short walks now, because it's so hot, but I somehow manage to get several mosquito bites fast.

I had a dream the other night that a Messianic Jew was trying to convert me, and I woke up pissed off to no end. I should've told him to reevaluate if he was really Jewish, as Judaism - doesn't - prosletyze!

And guess what it's time for again? That's right:
72 DAYS LEFT until the Season 9 premiere of NCIS!

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

One of Rebecca's faults is that she can't simply like something without becoming obsessed with it on a grand scale. (See: The Beatles, JM Barrie/Peter Pan, young actresses, and NCIS. A pretty random assortment, huh?) I think one of the first things to really grab hold of me was Winnie-the-Pooh. As a kid, I had all the books, tried to recreate the Hundred Acre Wood in my room (my Pooh bear lived in a cardboard box with Sanders written on it), and could recite most of the movie from memory. So the kid in me was a little excited -- and surprised -- when we saw X-Men: First Class, and there was a poster for a new Winnie-the-Pooh movie in the lobby.

Then, a few days ago, I saw this trailer:

{Eeyore at 0:24 reminds me of Sable.}

Make fun of me all you want -- Sara certainly is -- but I love the look of this. It's not a perfect trailer, but it does get a lot of things right. It's so old-school. Notice that Christopher Robin is back, and he has a British accent again! Lately Pooh's been hanging out with some annoying American girl named Darcy, I think, or some other name that Sara doesn't approve of.

Speaking of which, she and I are at odds over whether the song in this trailer is appropriate for Pooh. It's "Somewhere Only We Know," by Keane, a british band. I've always loved this song and I think the lyrics played in the trailer (Oh simple thing, where have you gone? / I'm getting old and I need something to rely on) are very fitting. This movie seems to be trying to appeal more to adults who grew up with Pooh, like me, than kids who were raised on Pixar and probably find Pooh boring and babyish.

Anyway, this is a theatrical movie with a traditional animation style that really seems to try to recapture the heart and soul of the books. You can probably guess what I'm thinking: Cripes, why can Peter Pan get treatment like this?!

P.S. Winnie-the-Pooh references in this journal can be found here, here, here, here, and here.
rebecca_in_blue: (dropped jaw)

Jane: Father isn't in trouble, we are.

Bert: Oh, sure about that, are you? Look at it this way. You've got your mother and father to look after you, and Mary Poppins, and Constable Jones, and me. Who looks after your father? Tell me that. When something terrible happens, what does he do? Who does he tell about it? No one! Don't blab his troubles, he don't. He just pushes on at his job, uncomplaining, alone and silent.

Michael: He's not very silent.

Jane: Michael, be quiet. Bert, do you think Father really needs our help?

Bert: Well, it's not my place to say. I only observe that a father can always do with a bit of help.

{Father's Day 2011}

rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)

Warning: This is a long post. Today has left me with a lot of things to blog about. Yes, some are completely shallow (holy cow, the Xavier/Magneto slashiness in First Class!) but some are more serious (I'm closer to becoming Jewish than ever!).

I woke up early this morning for Torah study at the temple. I almost overslept and missed it, and the weekly parsha was a bit boring, but I'm so glad I went. Afterwards, Diane (a lady at the temple who's also working towards becoming Jewish) and I had a real official meeting with the rabbi about converting. We even got to use the rabbi's office, rather than a randomly-selected corner in the social hall, which is where all our previous meetings have been. I said as I was entering, "Ooh, I've never been in the rabbi's office before." Rabbi W: "Me neither!"

I take back everything I said about Rabbi W here. Today we talked for a long time, and I got a lot of the concrete answers about converting that I'd been looking for. I even got my own copy of our prayerbook! Diane works for the temple, and she gave me an old "dog-eared" one that isn't used in services anymore. But the rabbi did recommend me a book called Basic Judaism, and suggest I start picking out a Hebrew name. 1) Um, Rabbi, aren't I beyond the basics yet? 2) I already have a Hebrew name!

Afterwards, I went to Grandma's house to do my laundry, eat lunch, play in her sprinkler water her garden, and clear out some of her spare rooms in preparation for her move. Adam and I packed up several boxes of dead books (mostly romance novels that had been Aunt Carolyn's, and mind-numbingly boring stuff that had been Dad's). It was kinda depressing, because so many of the books were typical Dad, and most of them had inscriptions like To Jake, from Steve, Christmas 1979. Apparently he never got anything but books as gifts. And I still hate the fact that Grandma is moving.

After that, Adam, Eva, Ben (that's right, Ben) and I all piled into Muse Watson and went to the mall to see X-Men: First Class. On the drive there, I remembered some study I read about how the more passengers you have in your car, the greater your chance of having an accident. I felt it, and the fact that I'm still getting over that damned car crash didn't help. I'd never driven with that many people before, traffic was heavy, and we were on a busy street. And I love Eva to death, but she's at that age where many things elicit a loud "Oh my gosh!" or a long laugh from her. (Hmm, maybe now I know how Sara feels.) I was very relieved when I finally got us all to the theater in one piece.

Anyway, about the actual movie. Spoiler Alert! In one word — awesome. No, amazing. No, epic. Even Eva, who's in no way familiar with the X-Men franchise, was blown away. I've had such high hopes for this movie ever since I watched the trailer, and I was not disappointed. Xavier and Magneto were both perfectly written and acted, and I was surprised by now much the movie made me care about the rest of the team too. (We barely knew Darwin, but his death? Just devastating.) As a rule, I never cry at movies, but this one actually made me come close. I've always loved Xavier and Magneto's relationship, and it was sad seeing them bond immediately, and knowing where they would end up later. Especially when Magneto flashed back to his mother lighting the Hanukkah candles, and he and Xavier both started crying.

On a somewhat similar note, on the way there, we were all talking about who our favorite X-Men character was, and I, of course, said mine was Magneto. Ben muttered (because he never talks, he only mutters) something like, "Yeah, because he's a Jew."


No, because he's a charming, witty, sophisticated, and all-around bad-ass villain, and he's been my favorite character ever since I saw the original X-Men movie in theaters (and I saw it in theaters three times) over ten years ago! (And holy crap, does saying that make me feel old.) And besides, I think any X-Men fan would agree that Magneto is "Jewish" only in the most secular sense of the word. It irked me, which made not seem to make sense, since Sara has made much worse comments — and offered to throw me in an oven — but the simple fact is that I'm okay with it from her but not from him (or anyone else). With Sara, I know she's joking. Ben can be, and often is, a jerk.

But I can't complain about anything today. There's a beautiful song called "You Shall Be a Blessing" by the recently-deceased Debbie Friedman (who composed a lot of beautiful Jewish songs) that was performed at services last night. These lyrics have been running through my head all day: L'chi lach [rise up and go] to a place that I will show you / L'chi lach to a land you do not know of. You can hear it, not the best version but the only one I could find, here.

rebecca_in_blue: (trembling hand)

Yesterday was Friday the 13th, and I had considered watching a scary movie - we have two of my favorites, The Others and The Sixth Sense - but instead I rode my bike to the Redbox after shabbat services and checked out The King's Speech. It was damn good, and it had two child actresses. It also made me feel damn guilty for making fun of Athena's stutter when we were kids. Even though I didn't tease her too much, and she usually laughed about it.

At services, by the way, Maggie brought a pencil pouch packed with shaped rubber bands. (Also known as rubber bandz or silly bands or a variety of other names - they're all the rage for kids these days, or at least they were until this loser started wearing them!) They were all pink and all sparkly, and she spent the whole service putting them on me like bracelets. This is what my wrist looked like by the time the service was over:

(And you'll all be happy to know that it's very difficult to take a picture of your own wrist.)

My aunt put a bid on a house this week. I still haven't really accepted that she and Grandma are moving. Ugh. Grandma has lived in her house since 1964. That house is my childhood. But the house that they're considering moving into has central air-conditioning and a dishwasher and bathtubs with showers! Would you believe that my 81-year-old Cajun grandma has never before lived in a house with all three of those things? (Of course, she grew up sleeping a moss-stuffed mattress and using an outhouse for a bathroom.)

Today I finally screwed up my courage and did two things that I have been putting off for well over a month. Blegh. I cannot tell yet how/if either of them will pan out, and no, you can't ask me what they were. Tomorrow, I hope to get a third such thing done and give Sable a bath. (Although that isn't something that I've been putting off. His fleas are getting worse, so I've been bathing him more often.) I saw my first TV trailer for X-Men: First Class today. Less than a month until it comes out! Keep your fingers crossed that it'll live up.

Grandma gave me some cucumbers when I was at her house today, and I rode my bike through a sprinkler on my way to services yesterday. I think summer is here.

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

I didn't see too many Oscar movies this year, so on Saturday night, I did my laundry and watched Inception with Adam. It has the amazing Marion Cotillard in it, so I'd been meaning to see it forever, and I'm so glad I finally did. I had expected it to be confusing and weird, but it was confusing and awesome! I was on the edge of my seat for much of it, and Marion was breathtaking, even though she played something of a psycho.

Sara and I usually watch the Oscars at home, but this year, we went to a small Oscar party with Aunt Connie, Athena, and Amanda, a friend of theirs from church. It was fun having more people to make snarky comments with. (Not that all our comments were snarky. We said some nice things, too. Hailee Steinfeld looked very cute.) Aunt Connie sang "Teenage Dream" and said that the quote at the end of the Lena Horne tribute, "It's not the load that breaks you down; it's the way you carry it," was about bowel movements. There was also lots unhealthy snack food – nachos, pickles, Hershey's minis, ginger ale & lime sherbert punch, and a delicious chocolate pudding cake with strawberries that Amanda made – so Rebecca was in hog heaven.

So in terms of watching the Oscars, 2011 was a good year. But as for the Oscars ceremony itself, 2011 didn't make the cut. Where to start? I don't even know what to say about James Franco as a host. He made zero effort, he seemed very bored and/or stoned the entire time, and at no point was he clever, funny, or original. Kirk Douglas was painful. I was also disappointed that Hailee didn't win; it was unlikely, yes, but still, I had held out hope. She certainly would've given a better acceptance speech than Melissa Leo. Between all the nominated movies, I saw Inception, The Kids Are All Right, Toy Story 3, and True Grit.

The highlight of the night for me was Helen Mirren presenting Best Foreign Film in French (and Russell Brand mistranslating). Her accent was perfect, and I understood every word! And the autotuned musical montage with Harry Potter and Twilight made me chuckle.

Tomorrow is March 1... and premiere of the NCIS episode directed by Michael Weatherly (One Last Score)! What better way to kick off a new month?

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

Friday at work was a No-Good Very Bad Day... but to make up for it, Rebecca had an awesome weekend! After temple services, I finally buckled down and made pecan pie muffins for my Torah study group. I watched X-Men 2 while they were baking, in celebration of the awesome trailer for X-Men: First Class that was just released. My cousin Matthew sent me a link to it on Facebook on Thursday night, and I must have watched it a hundred times since then! I used to love those movies. I saw both X-Men and X2 in theater, and they were probably the first fanfiction I ever read. (But of course the first fanfiction I ever wrote goes to NCIS.) But after the crap that was X3 and Origins: Wolverine, I thought the franchise could never redeem itself. But this new movie might just prove me wrong! The trailer looks so amazing. Cross your fingers that it'll live up.

Link: Trailer for X-Men: First Class.

Saturday got off to a rough start. I woke up very early after a disturbing dream in which me and all my friends from the temple were being rounded up by Nazis. It left me quite shaken, so I went into the living room and watched TV until I dozed off again. Then I got up at nine to head to Torah study. One man there, Si, has a deep gravelly voice like Johnny Cash, and I just love listening to him read. I think if he ever recorded an audiobook of reading the Torah, he could scare straight a lot of people. My muffins were a hit. I think either 1) the batch I made for Thanksgiving 2009 (the ones nobody ate) were just freak duds, 2) everyone except my relatives likes my muffins, or 3) they really do suck, and the folks at temple were just too polite to say anything. Or maybe I'm overthinking these muffins.

Link: Recipe for pecan pie muffins.

After Torah study, I went on a long, glorious bike ride all over the neighborhood. The weather was cool and sunny, the sun was shining, and Rebecca loved every minute of it. (It's hard to believe that there were icicles hanging off my car just two weeks ago!) It was the best sort of bike ride, ambling all over, listening to the same song over and over again -- this time it was "We Belong Together," from Toy Story 3. When I came home, I actually said to Sara, "I feel so fresh and alive!" (Even though I was probably all sweaty and smelly.) She had gotten a gift card to Chili's, so we went there for dinner that night. I usually always get the same dish there, but this time I tried something new, and it wasn't half-bad.

Link: "We Belong Together."

Today we all went over to Grandma's for spaghetti and birthday cake for Aunt Celeste. We stuffed our faces and talked about Stephen King books, and I took a few pictures. I've been fiddling with my camera a lot lately, trying to figure out how to keep the subject focused while blurring the background. I eventually realized that the trick to it is the zoom. It's difficult, because you have to adjust the zoom depending on how far the subject is from your lens, and how far the background is behind the subject. If I ever have kids (a mighty big if, I know), maybe I'll have gotten the hang of it by then. I just hope I'll have moved on from this old camera!

This was the best shot I could get today. Yes, I did edit it on the computer, and the contrast is too severe, but I still like it. Notice how the background behind Eva is slightly less focused than she is? Maybe one day I'll know how to make this happen without having to edit it. I still can't believe she's a teenager now!

After Grandma's, I went swinging in the park with Josh. We talked about NCIS, and he was confused when I told him I let my sister name my car Muse Watson, after the guy who plays Mike Franks.

rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)

We went to bed on Thanksgiving Day with the air conditioner on, and woke up on Black Friday to freezing-cold, wet weather. The annoying thing isn't so much that it's up and down, but that it always seems to be down on Friday evening. The crazies were out in hoardes that night, and on Black Saturday.

Eva, Adam, Ben, and I went to the movies to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 on Saturday night. (Yes, Ben came with us. I'm as shocked as you are.) I was also a little shocked with how much dark stuff they got away with putting in that movie. It was good, but between the God-awful Prince's Tale and Epilogue, I'm really not sure if I'm going to see Part 2 next summer. Anyway, it got me reminiscing about where I was when each previous Harry Potter movie was released.

  • Sorcerer's Stone. Released 16 November 2001. This came out on the last Friday before Thanksgiving vacation of my junior year of high school. In French class that day, Mlle Gryppe let us play charades, and when Lauren started to touch her hair as a clue, I immediately guessed, "Harry Potter." Mom and Adam went to see it that day while I was in school. Dad took Adam and me to see it sometime during the next week, and we talked to him nonstop throughout it, explaining what was happening. He said he enjoyed it, but I imagine he must have been bored out of his skull. The first two movies weren't the best.
  • Chamber of Secrets. Released 15 November 2002. This was came out during the Thanksgiving vacation of my senior year. Aunt Carolyn was in town for the holiday, and she took Adam, Juliana, Olivia, and me all to see it. We talked about the symbolism of different characters' names, and Aunt Carolyn said Lucius Malfoy was "a bad daddy."
  • Prisoner of Azkaban. Released 4 June 2004. This came out the summer after my freshman year of college. I went to see it with Daniel, my friend from high school, and we ran into another friend, Amanda, who was working at the theater concession stand. In July, Mom, Adam, and I went to Houston to visit Dad, and the three of them saw it, but I saw Two Brothers.
  • Goblet of Fire. Released 18 November 2005. This came out during my junior year of college. My French professor, JXB, mentioned in class one day that the students and teachers from the Beauxbatons were terrible French stereotypes. I saw it when I was home for Thanksgiving, but I honestly can't remember who went with me. I do remember that I wore the Harry Potter shirt I bought for the release of the book Half-Blood Prince, which came out the summer before, and that Eva told me she was "so embarrassed" for the Beauxbatons girls when they did that little dance entering the Great Hall, which I found hilarious.
  • Order of the Phoenix. Released 11 July 2007. This movie and the seventh (and final) book came out within two weeks of each other during the summer after I graduated college and before I went to France. Sara, Adam, and I saw the movie on July 21, the day the book was released. I wore my Harry Potter shirt and baseball cap, which I'd won a few weeks before, during Harry Potter trivia day at the Baton Rouge library. After seeing the movie, Adam and I attended the midnight release at Books-A-Million, and I read travel books on France.
  • Half-Blood Prince. Released 15 July 2009. I took Eva to see this a week or two after it was released, and we made a day of it. First we went to a local water park, then ate lunch at McDonald's, then went to see the movie. We still hadn't completely dried off from the water park by the time we saw it, so we were cold and shivering in a dark theater for about two hours, but other than that, the day couldn't have been better. My entry on it is here. (Edit: I just realized something neat: Eva and I saw HBP on July 21, two years to the day after Sara, Adam, and I saw OotP, in the same theater. Cool, huh?)
  • Update! The Deathly Hallows: Part 2. Released 15 July 2011. Adam, Eva, and I went to the same water park, and saw the movie afterwards. My entry on it is here.
A recap of where I was when each Harry Potter book was released can be found here.

P.S. I just spent about the last two hours transferring a ton of old photos off my two poor abused SD cards and onto nice big flash drives, where I completely reorganized and labeled them. SCORE!
rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)

On Friday night, Sara and I pulled out the sleeper sofa and watched Gigi, me for the first time. I loved it, and I didn't know how I didn't see it sooner, because I'm such a big fan of old-school Hollywood musicals. (The Sound of Music, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, My Fair Lady, The King and I, Gypsy? All love. The only exception in Singin' in the Rain, which I absolutely detested. I feel it's a rather cruel caricature of Clara Bow.) But the best thing about it was Maurice Chevalier, who has to be the most devlish, most French man who ever lived! I added him to my wish-list of grandfathers.

I hadn't intended to change my middle name, because while I don't really love it, I don't really mind it, either. But of course my name-obsessed sister couldn't miss this opportunity, and she started lecturing me nonstop about how I had to pick a new middle name, one that I really loved. I tuned her out until she suggested Eloise, which has been growing on me. I like the sound of it, and it was my great-grandmother's name, even though I never knew her and even though she personally hated that name and went by Louise her entire life. I believe she's buried under the name Louise, but I'm not sure since I've never been to see her grave! Shame on me. Maybe when the weather gets cooler I'll make a drive out there. (Update: Finally saw it!)

Anyway, I haven't decided on Eloise for sure, because my current middle name, while boring, still creates better flow. But since my new last name comes from my dad's family, Eloise would be a nice way to keep the other side of my family (I won't use the words "my mom's family," because it sounds wrong) in my name. I never knew my great-grandmother Eloise/Louise, but from what I've heard, she was a bad-ass old Cajun lady, just like Grandma. She refused to speak anything other than Cajun French, even after everyone else in her family had learned English. Have to admire that kind of stubborness. [/Sara-influenced name rant]

I really should get my hair cut soon. It's been over two years now, and it's just getting ridiculously long. But having my hair cut is not an experience I enjoy. *sigh* Along with my hair and name, I'm considering making other changes to my life.

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

Mom, Sara, and I went out to luch today to this new resteraunt downtown. Mom was unimpressed with her fried catfish, but I had a barbeque sandwich, onion rings, and fried oreos that were finger-licking good. It also left me feeling so full that I skipped a snack at work and still haven't eaten dinner yet.

When we got home, Sara made me watch Labyrinth. I hadn't seen it in a while and forgotten just how much tripped-out, awesomely '80s cheesiness that movie packs! David Bowie looked like he walked through a waterfall of glitter!

Hooray for tomorrow being Friday and payday. The Runaways was just released on DVD this week, and I'm hoping to rent it, buy some popcorn, and make a night of it. (I just hope it doesn't disappoint me. And that all the copies of it aren't already checked out.) Tatum O'Neal is playing Dakota Fanning's mom! I love it when current and former child actresses work together. Even though Tatum's role in the film looks to be pretty small, I can't think when I've ever been so excited to see two actresses together. When their powers combine...

rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)

Sable and I went over to Mom's house yesterday and dyed eggs and watched The Princess and the Frog with Adam. The movie was cute and enjoyable, and while I was there, Ben gave me some DVDs he got for free from a movie rental place that's going out of business. He gave me Casablanca, A Very Long Engagement, Chocolat (which we already have on VHS, but a VHS sure doesn't have a French language track! I wonder if the French actresses did their own dubbing), and La Vie en Rose, which I've never seen but totally want to because I have the biggest girl-crush on Marion Cotillard. Every time I see her, I'm amazed at how beautiful she is. If she and Cote de Pablo were in the same place at once, the world would probably explode from too much hotness. My world would, at least. Anyway, now I feel bad for just getting Ben some pens for Christmas (even though they were nice pens).

This afternoon, Sara and I watched that disaster-porn movie 2012, and during the scene where the Vatican City is destroyed and the dome of St. Peter's collapses and crushes the faithful, I literally jumped up and screamed, "Yeah, that's what you get for covering up sex abuse by your priests! Take that!" When I went by Mom's house afterwards to drop it off, she literally started yelling at me as soon as I walked in the door (for stuff that I hadn't even done!). Sometimes I almost feel sorry for my brothers for living with her, but not really.

Then I biked over to Grandma's house and helped her cook for Easter tomorrow. I rode my bike to the grocery for some ingredients she needed, because we both agreed that I bike faster than Grandma drives. But to her credit, Grandma is so bad-ass that I don't think she even requires the use of pot-holders: those are for lesser mortals. We frosted a cake and cupcakes and made Green Glop while watching The Ten Commandments on TV. Which reminds me, the coolest thing ever was when Charlton Heston died and they broadcast that movie dubbed in French on French TV and I watched it from a hotel room in Paris. It was awesome!

I'm determined to get up early enough to help Grandma set things up before everyone arrives at her house for Easter tomorrow, so I should probably stay up late watching NCIS clips on YouTube log off the computer and go to bed now.

rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)

Everyone involved had a great time this weekend. Saturday afternoon, I went to the movies and saw Alice in Wonderland with Adam and a bunch of cousins. So it wasn't as good as I'd hoped -- I've seen better from Depp/Burton/Bonham-Carter -- we still had a fun time, and I enjoyed the food almost as much as the movie. Buttery popcorn and a pickle so loudly crunchy that I almost couldn't hear the movie over my chewing. Delicious.

Sunday, I watched most of a fabulous NCIS marathon (That show is like goat cheese! I never get tired of it!) and of course, the Oscars. Mom had invited Sara and me to her house to watch them, but surprise, that didn't work out. So we bought some pizzas, invited Athena over, sat on the couch, and made mean/sarcastic comments to each other. Sara: "Gabby Sidibe is really fat. How did they -- I mean, did they have to build a special seat for her? Or take the armrests off her seat? Or what?" By some accident, I saw a good number of big films this year (Coraline, Crazy Heart, District 9, Inglourious Basterds, The Lovely Bones, Star Trek, Up), so I enjoyed the ceremony, even though #1) I was pissed that Sandra Bullock won instead of Meryl Streep, #2) it wasn't a big year for young actresses (Miley Cyrus is 17 now, my cut-off age, so it's her last year in Young Actresses at the Oscars) and #3) I almost had a damn panic attack when I saw a clip of Marathon Man in the horror films montage! Oh, the horror. I can't believe the Academy would show a clip of that movie -- especially that clip -- without some sort of warning. Like, "Warning: If you're asthmatic and have a severe phobia of the dentist, watching the following clip could very well cause you to hyperventilate and die!"

And today? We're trudging through a gray, rainy Monday. I stayed up too late for the Oscars, so now I'm exhausted, and Sable and I plan to spend our evening lying around watching NCIS.

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)
Last night Sara and I watched Now, Voyager, this Bette Davis movie I checked out from the library. I was pissed at Sable when I had to pause it halfway-through to take him for a walk -- he always seems to need to be walked at the most inopportune times -- but as soon as I stepped outside, I didn't mind so much. My mind boggled that I could possibly be seeing snow (!) in Louisiana (!!) in March (!!!), and I'm still not sure that's what it was, but it was drifting to the ground in such a lazy, back-and-forth motion that I'm sure it wasn't plain old rain. It was so fine that I could barely feel it, and I could only see it when I looked at the super-bright light over the back of our apartment building. It was damn hypnotic, and beautiful. I should be grateful to Sable for that. Sometimes I worry that we petty humans will eventually get so caught up in our screens, appliances, possessions, etc. that we'll completely lose touch with the world around us, and each other. (And I guess I'm more guilty of this than anybody, since I'm the one whose life is being taken over by a TV show.)

The message that I took from Now, Voyager is that there are as many different ways to be happy as there are people in this world. Most people in the movie assumed that the only way for Charlotte to be happy was for her to marry well; even Jerry seemed to think this. But in the end, that wasn't what she needed to be happy at all. The other message, of course, is that Bette Davis is Just. Too. Much. (Her words, by the way.)

Today I deep-cleaned my room so thoroughly that I suspect Sable didn't know where he was when he woke up. I actually got into the zone and enjoyed it, even though kicking up all those clouds of dust made me wheeze. I also went over to Grandma's house and hung up her bird-feeder for her: "I'm old, so it's safer for me if you do it." Yesterday I actually heard myself using the word "ta-tie," which I can't spell and is some sort of Cajun word for boogey-man. Sara was freaked because it's strictly an old-Cajun-people word.

rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)
NCIS is taking over my life. I've watched it on and off for the past several months, but I've only recently realized what an awesome show it is, and now I never miss an episode. The other day I was out riding my bike and agonizing over whether to come home and watch NCIS -- I mean, what if it was a Kate episode? Then I would've cut the whole bike ride short for nothing! -- and finally I got Sara to text me and tell me whether it was a Kate or Ziva episode. (It was Ziva, and I came home.) The best proof of this show's greatness is that both my 12-year-old cousin and 80-year-old grandmother also like it, but they, like me, don't watch any episodes with Kate, only Ziva.

So you can imagine how shocked I was earlier this evening, when Sara and I watched The Watcher in the Woods, this '80s movie that scared the shit out of us when we were kids, and realized for the first time that the dad in it is none other than NCIS's own Ducky! He was +20 years younger, with considerably more hair, but I still can't believe I didn't recognize him sooner. Ducky is one of my favorite characters on that show. After all, God loves a duck, and God loves Ducky. Who doesn't?

There are some things that we do during the day and never think twice about, but when we do them at night, they can be a completely different experience. I went grocery shopping late in the evening one day this week, and the store was so empty that I walked down several aisles without encountering anyone -- just the products on the shelves, and the music coming from the ceiling. It was just like a scene from a zombie movie: humanity vanished, but signs of human life still remaining. Definitely the coolest and creepiest trip to the grocery store that I've had in a while.

rebecca_in_blue: (red riding hood)
A Mardi Gras parade rolled right by where I work on Friday, but there wasn't a big crowd out for it, which gives you an idea of how cold the weather has been here. (When people in Louisiana don't show up for a Mardi Gras parade, that's cold.) And when I walked Sable after I got off work, steam rose up from his pee! I spent that evening at Grandma's, where she was having an open house for various relatives and serving shrimp gumbo, chicken and rice, potato salad, green beans, and brownies and Boston creme pie for dessert. We all ate and talked and watched the Opening Ceremony and Parade of Nations for the Vancouver Winter Olympics.

Am I the only one who thought the Olympics opening ceremony was a tad unimpressive? I could look past the inclusion of the fantastically cheesy song "Ordinary Miracle" (which was written for Dakota Fanning's Charlotte's Web and is now being used in CVS commercials) because it was somewhat inspirational and fitting. But "Hallelujah"? It's a great song, but it's angsty and depressing and already way too overused. I know it was written by Leonard Cohen, but there has to be some other Canadian-written song -- any other Canadian-written song -- that would have been more appropriate.

Yesterday I went over to Mom's house, ate pizza, and watched Zombieland with Adam. That role was such an unusual choice for Abigail: She spends most of her time shooting zombies! And does almost no crying at all! I didn't find the movie as funny as people have said, but I enjoyed it, and of course Abigail was very good in it.

rebecca_in_blue: (dishevelled hair)

The only good thing about cold weather (and I do mean the only good thing) is that Sable doesn't usually want to go on long walks when it's cold. But now that it's a little warmer, he wants longer walks, and since I usually take him out right before I go to work, I either get to work late or have to yank on him a lot. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up a little early and take him out longer.

The Critics Choice Awards happen tomorrow!! I plan to make some kettle korn and watch the entire ceremony, even though the only category I'm really interested in is Best Young Actor/Actress. Two young actresses are nominated (Saoirse Ronan and Bailee Madison), and Bailee is going to attend for sure and Saoirse probably will too. I finally saw her in The Lovely Bones, which I stole borrowed from work last weekend and watched with Sara. It was very disappointing (all the more so because I had been looking forward to it for so long!) but I don't blame Saoirse. In Roger Ebert's hilariously scathing review, he calls her "a very good young actress who cannot be faulted here."


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