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good morning dw/lj! It's shaping up to be a hell of a week, what with JT and his suit at the Grammys, and then the Pope resigning/SPN getting renewed yesterday, Fat Tuesday today, Ash Wednesday segueing into with Valentine's Day, and a nice, close meteor fly-by this coming weekend. I think that's probably quite enough for one week.
I spent the weekend decluttering the great room, which is where all the living takes place around here and is thus correspondingly piled with junk. I will only say that OMG, we have a LOT of books in this house. Also, many gazillion legos. While de-junking, I ended up re-watching the most recent BBC adaptation of Austen's Persuasion, the one with Sally Hawkins and Rupert Penry-Jones as Anne/Wentworth and amid the cutting and reworking that inevitably happens in an adaptation I found myself especially fond of is Harville, who has a fabulous deadpan working as he deals with Benwick's fascination with morbid poetry and Wentworth's draaaama over Anne. There are several scenes where he is barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes at his two best friends. I mean, you can tell he loves them dearly, but there's this undercurrent of seriously? in his eyes. I really like this adaptation; Sally Hawkins plays Anne as sad but not a doormat, and Rupert Penry-Jones fits my mental image of a naval war hero splendidly.
I also re-watched Bottle Shock (I'm reading lots of non-fiction about wine and decided to reward my due diligence with Chris Pine in tight-tight jeans, /shallow) and came away with my usual hankering for some Bo/Gustavo. Someday, I'll get tired of not finding any and just write it myself, but I have too ridiculously many stories started in g-docs now. I (probably) don't need another one, right? (yeah, don't answer that.)
On the RL front, I would like to update the Things They Never Tell You About Parenthood with no one ever telling me that you can end up with ranking Shakespeare by a Swordfight Index (which means that Romeo & Juliet is right up there with Hamlet and Henry IV and Richard III as plays your 12-year-old wants to act in. Who knew?)
I spent the weekend decluttering the great room, which is where all the living takes place around here and is thus correspondingly piled with junk. I will only say that OMG, we have a LOT of books in this house. Also, many gazillion legos. While de-junking, I ended up re-watching the most recent BBC adaptation of Austen's Persuasion, the one with Sally Hawkins and Rupert Penry-Jones as Anne/Wentworth and amid the cutting and reworking that inevitably happens in an adaptation I found myself especially fond of is Harville, who has a fabulous deadpan working as he deals with Benwick's fascination with morbid poetry and Wentworth's draaaama over Anne. There are several scenes where he is barely restraining himself from rolling his eyes at his two best friends. I mean, you can tell he loves them dearly, but there's this undercurrent of seriously? in his eyes. I really like this adaptation; Sally Hawkins plays Anne as sad but not a doormat, and Rupert Penry-Jones fits my mental image of a naval war hero splendidly.
I also re-watched Bottle Shock (I'm reading lots of non-fiction about wine and decided to reward my due diligence with Chris Pine in tight-tight jeans, /shallow) and came away with my usual hankering for some Bo/Gustavo. Someday, I'll get tired of not finding any and just write it myself, but I have too ridiculously many stories started in g-docs now. I (probably) don't need another one, right? (yeah, don't answer that.)
On the RL front, I would like to update the Things They Never Tell You About Parenthood with no one ever telling me that you can end up with ranking Shakespeare by a Swordfight Index (which means that Romeo & Juliet is right up there with Hamlet and Henry IV and Richard III as plays your 12-year-old wants to act in. Who knew?)
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