freeway friends

Are you ever in the grocery store, and another person keeps being on the same aisles as you, so you start to consider yourself friends? Maybe you crack a joke about it, make small talk, and fall in love. That last part has never happened to me, but it happens in movies, so that counts. Maybe one of you (never me) makes it awkward, like asks me a question like I work there or something. You know I don’t work here, we’ve been shopping buddies all day!

I do it on the freeway too, on long road trips. “Oh look, there’s good old Red Honda.” And then you’re sad when one of you exits, ending the fun. You never even got to say goodbye! Except once when I was a kid, one of my freeway friends was a child in the car next to me, and she waved at me! That totally sealed the whole friend thing, and made it real. It made my day, and I spent the rest of the car ride planning out my future adventures with my new best friend.

Then later, we got to where we were going (an amusement park) and I SAW THE KID THAT WAVED AT ME! I waved back at her, but she showed no signs of recognition. She just stared at me with a blank “who the heck is this joker?” stare. Those miles on the freeway meant nothing to her. Nothing! I admit, my feelings were hurt. How could she just forget me like that? We had so many adventures together. In my head, but still. That girl probably doesn’t even remember me now. Who remembers “some girl that waved at me at an amusement park when I was 9”? I was not the stand-out-in-a-crowd gal then that I am now. But I remember her. I remember our friendship, even if it was brief. And imaginary.

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cardigan

My work “uniform” consists of just about anything, as long as it is black, white, or grey. If we do all of our chores, we get to wear color once in  a while. The problem is, I have been in this business long enough that the majority of my wardrobe items are … black, white, and grey. Anything colored I have is not considered work clothes – tshirts and whatever. So when I get to wear color at work (which is often because I do all my chores like a good little girl), I generally throw on a red cardigan.

Why do I have a red cardigan anyways? I also have one in white and one in black, but those are less exciting. But I have these because for some reason, I feel like throwing on a cardigan instantly classes up an outfit. Jeans and a tshirt? Bam. Cardigan. Classy. Tube top and miniskirt? Add the cardigan, instant posh.

The thing is, I know I’m wrong about it. Where did this idea come from? Were cardigan sweaters one of those items just out of reach of my impoverished little hands? Why do I feel like the First Lady because I’m wearing a button up sweater (That I don’t even button up)?

Ah, the mysteries of life.

review of Les Miserables

(Don’t worry, no spoilers.)

As a literature major, of course I am familiar with Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. I also know that there is a Broadway musical and countless movies based on it. But I’ll admit, I’ve never actually read it or seen any incarnation of it. Somehow I knew the characters’ names though (mainly Jean ValJean and Cosette, but still).

But when the most recent movie remake came out, the one with Hugh Jackman and Anne Hathaway, I went to go see it. I knew enough about the story that I knew I would be in tears, because 1) I cry at the drop of a hat at movies anyway, and 2) the title is LITERALLY “The Miserable People.” Not gonna be a feelgood, happy tale. I resisted seeing it on opening day, which was Christmas, because nobody wants to cry on Christmas. Also, I was lazy, but that’s beside the point.

I went to see it the day after, and I was not disappointed. Well, I was disappointed in the fact that I cried the whole time, but that’s only because the movie was so good. Les Miz is a musical, yes, but did you know that there is literally no spoken dialogue? The whole thing is sung. And it was sung on set, by the actors, in the moment. It was not redubbed later. That just speaks to the tremendous talent of the cast. Which brings me to my main point: this movie is going to win all the Oscars. All of them. Just you wait. Cast your bets at Oscar parties, then send me some of the winnings when the awards show proves me right.

It has all the Academy Award elements:
– death, both by disease and in battle, and even by children.
– epic length. I think it was like 3.5 hours long.
– historical setting (hello costume design!).
– stirring interpersonal relationships: love, hate, and a conflicting mixture of the two. All kinds of both too – between families, classes, etc.
-comic relief. Sadly, Helena Bonham Carter and Sascha Baron Cohen will not be the award winners (even though they both have three names and I think that helps). They were both very good though. Very reminiscent of their roles in Sweeney Todd.
– of course great performances, but you already knew that. There are plenty of previous award winners. I’m too lazy to look it up and prove it to you, but if you don’t believe me, use your power of google-fu.

Here’s the TL;DR version.

Go see this movie, but bring a box of tissues. Even the guys in the audience had something in their eye. You don’t have to see it on the big screen, but the surround sound is awesome. Also, close ups of bad teeth.

(Semi-related side note: The Flat Rock Playhouse in Hendersonville, NC will be putting on this play this year. I want to go see it, as I know it will be excellent because everything they do is, but I don’t want to cry the whole time. Which I will. So if you’re anywhere near this area or planning a vacation, you should go see the play too.)

So this is my first post

….well I mean, not my first post ever, but here on this particular blog. In a past life, I kept a very good record of my goings on here, and incidentally it makes for some good reading if you have a lot of time to kill. Say you have a boring office job and you’re stuck in front of a computer all day. Currently, I’ve got some other stuff going on which you can check out on the sidebar to the left. Those other sites are themed though – I have to keep disciplined and only post about a certain subject. I wanted a place that I could write about whatever I want, and which is more verbose than twitter and less annoying than facebook.

I don’t consider myself a writer. I’ve kept blogs but never tried to write a book or anything. (But maybe someday….) I do consider myself a conversationalist, however. Just sometimes my conversations are written down and one sided. They don’t have to be one sided, as there is a comments section, but basically I am just self-righteous enough that I feel like my thoughts and experiences need to be recorded for posterity. They are as remarkable as I make them.

Also, if you are reading this while WordPress considers it Winter, there is an animation of snow falling. My background is a picture of the Sword Nebula. So there is snow falling IN SPACE.