Image of England from space Completely covered. :|
Notice the green mass of land to its left is barely touched?

Jane Austen today: Sense & Sensibility: A head-to-head comparison This!
The author writes about two different screen adaptations of Austen's Sense & Sensibility: the 1995 big screen version, and the 2008 Masterpiece Theatre adaptation.
I whole-heartedly agree with the author about the actors who played Elinor, Edward, and the Colonel. Emma Thompson as Elinor was just too old for the role, and Hugh Grant? Not fitted. Most especially I agree about the men who acted as the Colonel. Ye gods, Alan Rickman - though I absolutely love his acting - was NOT right for that role.
But I have to disagree with her on the respective actresses who played as Marianne and Mrs. Dashwood.
I much think that Gemma Jones looks old enough to be the girls' grandmother, rather than mother, and I certainly don't think that Janet McTeer "towered over the girls" the slightest bit.
As for Willoughby, I really can't say. I think they're really equal, although I do have to agree that Dominic was a tad bit on the unsmiling side. However, the only reason that he could look at all sinister is because we, the readers, already know that he's up to no good. But in the perspective of the story, and in Marianne's perspective in particular, she doesn't know that he's up to no good. She's a 16-year-old, fresh from home and the school-room, taken in by a handsome face and the virtual embodiment of what she believes she wants from a man in a romantic relationship. In that light, it is entirely believable that she would still fall for a guy like Dominic's portrayal of Willoughby, just as much as she would for Greg's portrayal.

All in all, I have to say I very much prefer the Masterpiece Theatre version.

I will NOT be held responsible for what Mom does when I'm not at home to stop her.
And I've not been at home for much of the time lately.
Working two retail jobs at Christmas-time is like that.
So DON'T blame me.

The Blockbuster near my mom's shop is closing down.
So I got myself a brand-spankin-new copy of The Other Boleyn Girl. Never been opened, still in its plastic shrink-wrap with the security tape on it.

And I want the tarot deck that Anne was using in the movie.
Except that I don't think it really exists.

Gr.

So my sister's out of the country, right?
Not on vacation, but to travel the world, staying about a year in each country she hits, working while she's there.
And at this point, she can't afford a plane ticket back home just yet.

But we just got her jury summons.
What the hell do we do?

Judge OKs Challenge to Human-Gene Patents
Thank you!!
Really, some people's greed . . .

What type of Fae are you?


Make note: Being stuck in the wrist with a needle hurts like a damn bitch.
Having to keep that needle in for the IV drip . . . tends to make one irritable.

Apparently one of my bosses (the nice one at crafty job) on a whim tried to look me up on Facebook.

Not sure what I think of that.

Kinda makes me glad, though, that I haven't yet listened to my sister and cousins about getting an account there.

Mornings are mine.

When I can quietly slip out of bed (willing or no), pad my way to the kitchen, put on a pot of tea and enjoy the sky becoming lighter in silence.
Normally, when I wake, I don't like anything electronic/electric to be on. Music, TV, lights; if it involves anything that needs electric or battery power, I don't like it to be on. I also like to be alone while I enjoy the morning. Not another soul awake in the house - ideally not another soul in the house at all. If someone else is present, I might be a little grumpy. If that someone else has the need to turn on a light, the TV, and/or listen to music, I get irritable, fast.

Today I'm alone in the house, with only this computer on.
So far I'm in a peaceful mood.
I have to leave for work in a half hour, and my day will progress rather peacefully and amiably, slowly gaining energy and a good mood to face the rest of the day with.

I may end up cleaning out my room later... or not. I definitely need music to be able to get myself through such a monumental task, but Dad will be asleep in the next room.
Knit... and watch a movie.
Or HGTV.
Perhaps do a little pruning on my basil... If the sun is out.
I don't know.
We'll see.
For now, perhaps a little game or two.

Another morning when I didn't want to leave the comfort of my four blankets. Tea was brewed (Twining English Breakfast), pea soup heated up (yes, pea soup for breakfast - I DID mention it was cold?), and more blankets wrapped around me while I enjoyed warm food and drink.
Did I really complain of the summer heat?
The turn of the seasons is only fun when you don't have to deal with all the daily minutiae of adult reality.
If I could become a quasi-hermit, never leaving home except when I wanted to, or anytime I needed food, I would do it in a heartbeat.

It's COLD damnit!
Too cold to take a shower. I'd get hypothermia.

Chamomile.

I found more recipes while at work today.
I'm just feeling too lazy to copy them down right now.

Grandma's birthday today. Went over to Aunt's house and had cake, brought dinner home and ate here. Gave her my card. Not sure if I wrote legibly enough for her to read what I wrote.

Carry on.

And so the season of sniffles begins.
I'm now waking up almost every morning with a clogged or runny nose, unwilling to get out from under the warmth of a triple-woven throw, a fleece throw, and a flannel-lined sleeping bag. When I do manage to drag myself out of bed, I'm bundled up, and my drink of choice no longer comes from the fridge.

I wanted to write more, but it'll have to wait until I get home from work.

The entire thing is hard.
From just trying to find out who's hiring, to walking in and asking for an application . . .

Scratch that.
The hardest part, for me, is the waiting after handing in your application.
Either you call them back and ask if anyone's reviewed your application yet, dreading the thought that they'll say they have and you're not what they're looking for, or you sit by the phone all day, waiting for them to call you in the hopes that your application appealed to them.

But the entire process can be painful, because once you've been invited for an interview, you agonize over what kind of questions they're going to ask, and how you'll answer, all while panicking because you don't have a single suitable thing to wear, and oh god, what if you do that nervous habit thing without realizing it?!

Then, once the interview's over, you might have to wait some more to see whether you made enough of an impression for them to hire you. More agonizing and waiting by the phone, or more agonizing and making phone calls while dreading the crushing rejection.

This is why it's very important to do your job well enough that your bosses don't think of letting you go, so you don't have to go through the process any more than is absolutely necessary.

Commentary: Where are the young voices on health care?
You'd think they'd learn to keep paying us attention after all the voting is over. After all, if you got us to vote for you, then the only way to retain our support is to continue listening to us.
Now, I haven't been paying much attention to the President's speeches on health reform, but I doubt there's been one peep from him about how it would affect our generation.
That's not to say that it shouldn't also take into consideration the problems of the older generations.
But, as the commentary stated: We're the ones who'll have to live with it the longest.
You'd think, as a father, the President would take that into consideration. After all, he took his daughters into consideration when he talked about how he wants to do away with the glass ceiling. Why not with health reform as well?
I've not attended college classes in four years, but I've only just managed to find health insurance, and even that's shaky with only one permanent part-time job, and one seasonal part-time job.

I guess we'll continue to see how this drama unfolds.

I seem to be stuck on 80s power ballads.
All because I walked into work just when they were playing Chicago's "You're the Inspiration".
Now I'm listening to my 80s mix on Pandora.
And I've got REO Speedwagon stuck in my head.

..omgCAT!!
It captures Rose so well!!

I'm just waiting for Cat's entry about yesterday.
Photos taken. Some funny, some just cool.
I have to get to work now, though, so later.

My sister and I should never become cake decorators.

Picture will be posted after the party.

Really.

Just a general warning: I won't be home to give click-backs until 10pm eastern.



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