Thursday, October 16

When Our Eyes Met: in theaters Spring 2016

I want to interrupt my telling of The Kyle Saga to document my interesting... how should I describe it?... Rom Com Moment.

I was at a family restaurant with my mom, dad, aunt and grandma on Sunday. The place was crowded... with middle agers and retirees. While waiting for our meals (pumpkin spice pancakes for the win) I looked around and observed, "I am the youngest person in here". At that moment I made eye contact with a young guy around my age.

"Well, maybe not" I added.

A couple of minutes later I hear a 'Hi' and I look up. The young guy is sitting at a spare chair at our eight top, and boy is he cute. I smiled confusedly.

"We may know each other," he opened "have you been on a certain dating site?" I immediately knew who he was. I don't understand how he recognized me.

"Do you mean OkCupid?" I asked to confirm my certainty. He said that he did and asked if I remember talking to a Drew.

"You're name is Pam, right?"

Drew was one of the first men I talked to when I joined OkCupid almost exactly a year ago. He wasn't interested in me, and honest about it which is nice. We said goodbye, and later he deleted his profile.

I asked him if he was still dating and he said 'no'. After a beat I asked him if he wanted my number and we exchanged numbers. Two days later we went on a date. It was great. One of the top ten dates I've been on. We had pizza at a landmark place in a town that sits midway between our respective towns. Then we listened to music in the car.

Drew is really cute. I don't understand how I am so lucky to land dates with so many extremely attractive men. I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It's very similar to living in a romantic comedy. If I'd have to title it at this point I would choose something like "When Our Eyes Met". We'll see where this goes!

I will continue to work on telling The Kyle Saga here as time passes, and I'll and updates of my potential time with Drew. Until then, goodnight Dear Readers, and sweet dreams.

Wednesday, October 15

Oh right, I have a blog. Ha.

It hasn't been a thousand years since my last post, but it has been several. And what's more embarrassing is the fact that as of today exactly half of my blog is Twilight rants.

I've been dating a lot lately. I joined OkCupid almost exactly a year ago. I've had some pretty bad luck on that site. The quick and dirty story of it all is: men are TERRIBLE communicators. I have finally shaken myself awake and rid myself of one guy who disappeared off the face of the Earth and randomly resurfaced... three times. But I have had the pleasure of living my own little rom com this week. Maybe I'll write about that later.

I want to tell you, Dear Reader, about Kyle: The Magnificent Disappearing Man. It started on the day of our first date. I should have cut ties with him then, but I may be a bit of a Foolish Romantic.

I was house/cat sitting for my aunt, and Kyle had just moved across the country from California. We made plans to hangout, I bought a Little Caesar's Hot and Ready Pizza. I was super nervous; Kyle and I had been emailing constantly for weeks. I wanted to finally meet my first successful dating site match. 5 o'clock came and went. I put the pizza in the oven to keep warm, and called him. I had to leave a voicemail. More time passed and I hadn't heard from him. I ate some pizza and drank some wine. Did he fall dead in a ditch?

I went back to OkCupid, the source of origin and messaged him in case he lost his phone, but could get to a computer. I don't know how much time passed until he finally texted me, but he did. Hours late. I was just glad that he wasn't dead or in the hospital. He claimed that his roommates were in a car accident, and he had to help them... but I don't understand how he could not have taken 30 seconds to shoot me an apology text after he saw that I had called the first time.

We agreed that we would try again sometime and said goodnight...

This saga is long, and I'm writing this on my phone, so I'll continue it another day. Until then, goodnight Dear Reader, and sweet dreams.

Wednesday, December 7

What? A Blog Post?

So the last blog I posted here was my review of Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie, which must have been a thousand years ago. Looks like this blog is NOT a success. But I will never take for granted my right to freedom of speech and luck of being able to afford a computer with internet access (well, okay I can't afford it- being an unemployed student- my parents can).

Maybe I will post this blog today and visit my blog again in another thousand years. So, I am going to make this post fun, k?

I am reading The Autobiography of Henry VII. Henry Tudor did not actually write an autobiography, this historical fiction novel is written in the first person perspective from Henry. I'm half way through the book; he's trying to take away his first daughter, Mary's title of Princess. Also he is forming the ideas on which he bases The Church of England.

This book is a lot of fun, and because I love the Tudor period I find it very absorbing. I recommend it to lovers of historical fiction and people interested in the Tudor era.

See you next time in 365000 days!

Thursday, December 11

Twilight Rant part 2

I am inspired and in awe of authors. They manage to get what is in their heads onto paper, and it takes hundreds of pieces of paper to fit it all down.

But, I lose my respect for authors who let their work suffer just so they can crank out a book.

Twilight is probably a good book, but it does not make a great series. Stephanie Meyer's forth book in her vampire romance series, Breaking Dawn does not live up to the quality of her other books. So I want to ask authors, "Why bother?". If you can't deliver the same parameter in your forth book of a series is it worth giving it to your audience? A new book from an established author is like the author fulfilling an unwritten pact with the audience. If an author can't turn out the quality the trust is broken.

The fact that the forth book of the Twilight series does not live up to the first three books deters me from opening up the first book.

But that's not the last reason I do not want to read Twilight. Another reason is:

  • Edward Cullen fangirls ; ) ~!: I was at work the day after the Twilight movie was released. And I work with a girl who would marry Edward Cullen if she ever got a hold of this fictional character and a priest. She loves to plaster her facebook with Edwardian paraphernalia (and I am not referring to King Edward the VII). And when she can't find the right words to illustrate exactly how she is feeling she misquotes the Twilight movie by crediting THE ACTOR, Robert Pattinson, with a sophomoric quote. I feel very uncomfortable with pop-culture phenomenons that pull fans into a fictional universe so far that fangirls confess to loving Meyer's books so much that she doesn't have to read any other book for the rest of her life. Yeah, true story.
Maybe I am just overreacting to the stories I have heard about Twilight. Maybe I am just afraid of becoming an Edward fangirl (shudders). But then again, my friend who has read all four books has said that Breaking Dawn is so terrible that it is the last book she would recommend to anyone. And as I said before, if the series can't be good it is not worth it.

I know I am harping on Twilight a lot. But it is important for me to get all my feelings about teenage romantic vampires off my chest.

Hang in there Pam, there will be a day when you do not think about the horrors of vampires shimmering in the sunlight.

Wednesday, December 10

Target Women: Vampires

I can't figure out how to embed this video, but it's here.

Target Women is one of my favorite things... ever. Sarah Haskins really drives home feminist issues that I care about. Like how teenage vampire romance books affect our lives.

What gets me is that the woman being interviewed in the video think Edward is exciting. I have heard differently from my friends who have read the books, oh, and the
fiveawesomegirls agree too. My friends think Edward's personality is empty and vapid. Kristina from the fiveawesomegirls explains here.

Now I am starting to consider reading the books, like my friend Mabel did. She wanted to prove to her friend that she wouldn't like Twilight. After reading the first book she can say she hates it, and guess what, she does. I thought that I heard enough from the readers of Stephanie Meyer's books that gave me adequate reasons to never read Twilight. But now I am curious to see what these grown women in the Target Women video see in Edward.

Honestly, there are tons of things I'd rather do with my Christmas vacation than waste my mind on teen romance books, like reading this book instead. But one of my bestest friends in the entire world, Emily, suggested I read Twilight because she says it's the best book of the series; so I just may read it.

Note: I am not against Stephanie Meyer, I have heard great things about her book The Host. I am just trying to say that all the things I have heard about Twilight scare me into NOT reading it.

Tuesday, December 9

Twilight Rant part 1

  • I have been out of high school for more than two years.
  • I have an IQ higher than the average moron.
  • I have freedom of choice (God gave it to me as a birthday present).
What do all these seemingly random facts relate to each other?

They are all reasons why I don’t want to read Twilight!

Seriously, I don’t want to read the Twilight series. Seriously.

I don't want to personally offend those teenage girls who squeal at the mention of the words "Edward" and "Cullen". But on the other hand, I only personally know one Twilight fangirl, so Katie, I am sorry, but your love of teenage vampires irks me.

The Twilight phenomenon irks me so much I lay awake last night listing the reasons I would pay to avoid Stephanie Meyer's vampire books. Here's a few reasons in a nice list:

  • The cover: I judge books by their covers (I know every elementary and Sunday School teacher will tell you not to judge a book by its appearance). I believe that books have covers for a reason; they speak to us. And Twilight's book cover says nothing special to me. When I had no idea that teenage, romantic vampires lived in Forks, Washington I spotted Twilight in bookstores and in the arms of my peers I thought, "That book has nothing to offer me". There is nothing about a red apple cupped in some girl's hands that appeals to me. I just don't want to read that. Sorry.
  • In the words of Miss Meyer herself: I love poking around babynames.com, I can not wait to be a mom, so when I get bored I get a head start on complying a list of baby names for when I finally become a mom-to-be. I also use babynames.com for naming the characters in my head. I saw a link that said something like, "Are You an Author?" and I thought , "Well I am not a mom-to-be" so I clicked on the link and found a thread of post by users of the site... and Stephanie Meyer was one of them. The question being discussed went something like, "As an author how do you name your characters?". I am almost sorry I read Meyer's response. *sigh* I can't find the link anymore (I must admit I am a bit mifted at babynames.com), but I will summarize: Meyer named Edward after numerous iconic romantic literary characters such as Edward Fairfax Rochester (I must say I fell head over heals in love with Mr. Rochester when I read Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre.) Even though Edward is a nice name and has great romance literature ties, that does not mean it is the best pick for your "teenage" vampire. And here's where Meyer gets me really mad, she named Bella after the name she put aside for the daughter she always wanted. When she was writing Twilight she knew she would never get the chance to have a child, so she gave the name away to a ficition character. I don't know if this should bother me as much as it does, but maybe I am uncomfortable with Meyer's reasoning for relinquishing your potential daughter's name. And it's mature to realize when your dreams (ie- having a daughter) turn into dreams deferred, but Isabella was Meyer's potential daughter's name, and now it's a vampire icon.
Well, I rambled enough for today, I am going to go watch The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and laugh at all the moronic politicians. Maybe I'll pick up this rant tomorrow and continue it.

Monday, December 8

Maslow's Hierachy of Playlist Needs


Today I reached self-actualization; at least as far as iPod playlists are concerned.

I listen to all 1150 of my songs in Album by Artist order. It starts with Ace of Base and ends with Yes (sorry ZZ Top, you haven't gotten onto my playlist... yet). And while it is not perfect, the artist that start with 'P' are. That's right, I have the perfect playlist of artists that begin with 'P'. Let's take a look, shall we?

The 'P' section of my playlist starts with:

-The Parselmouths: I just bought their album "Broken Hearted Slytehrins" on iTunes and have only listened to it once through. I am a newbie to Wizard Rock, but I love The Parselmouths. You have to listen to them to form your own opinion but I think they are a perfect mix of playful silliness and tongue-in-cheek seriousness and all about Harry Potter. After they female lead Parselmouths my playlist transitions to a taste of one of the most iconic and powerful female rockers:

-Pat Benatar: I only have "Hit Me with your Best Shot" and "Love is a Battlefield" but I can always get more, suggest some Benantar for me to buy! After a prominent woman comes an obscure man; opposites create balance:

-Paul Fidalgo: Bethany Frymark introduced Paul to me with his album "Paul is Making Me Nervous". Through Paul's songs you can get a sense of who he is; he writes from the gut. And I interrupt him to be a nerd. I love him not only for his great voice and witty jokes, but because he isn't afraid to make fun of himself. Paul Fidalgo starts my playlist's long affair with guys named Paul, and the next Paul is probably just about the most famous Paul in the modern world:

-Paul McCartney: I bought Paul's album "Memory Almost Full" about two minutes after I downloaded iTunes on my computer. He's opening song "Dance Tonight" is irresistible, I dare you not to like it (but if you don't like it, that's okay everybody has different taste in music). And after "Memory Almost Full" comes by personal favorite Paul of all time:

-Paul Simon- I love Paul for many reasons, but one of them is that some of his songs are sexually ambiguous so I don't feel awkward singing along because I am a woman and the song mentions taking comfort in whores, or cheating girlfriends. Also Paul usually sings in a key I can get my voice into (bad singers FTW). After Paul comes probably my favorite Pete:

-Pete Yorn: If you have never heard Pete Yorn's songs, stop reading this note, go to iTunes Store and buy Pete's "Music for the Morning After". If you have heard Pete, I hope you like him as much as I do, if you haven't why are you reading this sentence go buy! After Pete Yorn
comes a band I recommend to everyone:

-The Police: I don't care if you don't like "Message in a Bottle", I recommend their album "Every Breath You Take". Listening Pete Yorn and this Police album back to back is...perfect. Trust me. And last, but not least you can't have a playlist of 'P' artists without:

-The Proclaimers: their song, "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" is one of the most romantic songs I know. And thus I end my Perfect 'P' Playlist with a love song. If you got a chance to listen to this list you'd be in love too.