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ifeelbetter) wrote2011-11-22 12:56 am
ifeelbetter) wrote2011-11-22 12:56 am
He has the head of a camel, the neck of a crocodile...
Yay! Done with the latest batch of grading!
My roommates this year are awesome enough that we can actually host events here in chez nous. We did for Halloween and last night we did a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner (the kind without the family). It went brilliantly despite the fact that none of know anything at all about turkeys, roasting, or carving.
That thing was massive. MASSIVE. And we brined that sucker too.
Though it might look like my roommate has a death grip on someone heart here, it's actually vegetables from the bottom of the roasting tray. She wanted to squeeze the juice out. It was delicious juice.
I love my family oodles and oodles but this group of roommates also feels like a family. We spend most of our time laughing very similarly to this. Also, the roommate who has never read Harry Potter accidentally ended up with a lightning cut on her forehead at a dance party.
And there are so many films I am excited about coming out in the next few months.
Martin Scorcese would have sold me on this film last week on The Daily Show if I hadn't already been a well-established market for a movie like this. It sounds perfect.
I described this film to a friend and she was like, "So...Freud porn? I can't believe I just said that." I only wish I could watch this and the next film on the same day. Maybe with cocktails in between.
There is absolutely no downside to this film's premise. I...I run out of language. I professionally deal in words and I don't have enough to deal with this awesomesauce.
My Week With Marilyn is just gonna be everything I love or everything I hate. It could go either way. I wish I could see it the very minute it opens. I love Michelle Williams in a few things and I will never forget a single second of Blue Valentine (though I will never voluntarily watch it again) so. I don't know. My reaction will be extreme, though, I know that.
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy is definitely the most fun title to say out loud, the most lovely cast to contemplate, and the most excited I've been about a film before seeing it since...well, the last movie I saw, probably, but I was gonna be hyperbolic and say something ancient. I am so excited about this movie, I can't really explicate it.
God. Aren't you excited beyond human hearing for this movie? I am.
Excited is all the wrong word. I feel about this movie like I would about knowing that I would hit my head on such-and-such a predetermined time and waiting for it to happen. That's a bad analogy but it's all I've got on me.
This is one of my favorite Shakespeare plays. I'm endlessly fascinated by it. I could spend an entire course discussing it.
In other news: after fixing the toilet for the umpteenth time, I have decided I have a future in plumbing if this whole English professor deal falls through.
My roommates this year are awesome enough that we can actually host events here in chez nous. We did for Halloween and last night we did a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner (the kind without the family). It went brilliantly despite the fact that none of know anything at all about turkeys, roasting, or carving.
That thing was massive. MASSIVE. And we brined that sucker too.
Though it might look like my roommate has a death grip on someone heart here, it's actually vegetables from the bottom of the roasting tray. She wanted to squeeze the juice out. It was delicious juice.
I love my family oodles and oodles but this group of roommates also feels like a family. We spend most of our time laughing very similarly to this. Also, the roommate who has never read Harry Potter accidentally ended up with a lightning cut on her forehead at a dance party.
And there are so many films I am excited about coming out in the next few months.
Martin Scorcese would have sold me on this film last week on The Daily Show if I hadn't already been a well-established market for a movie like this. It sounds perfect.
I described this film to a friend and she was like, "So...Freud porn? I can't believe I just said that." I only wish I could watch this and the next film on the same day. Maybe with cocktails in between.
There is absolutely no downside to this film's premise. I...I run out of language. I professionally deal in words and I don't have enough to deal with this awesomesauce.
My Week With Marilyn is just gonna be everything I love or everything I hate. It could go either way. I wish I could see it the very minute it opens. I love Michelle Williams in a few things and I will never forget a single second of Blue Valentine (though I will never voluntarily watch it again) so. I don't know. My reaction will be extreme, though, I know that.
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy is definitely the most fun title to say out loud, the most lovely cast to contemplate, and the most excited I've been about a film before seeing it since...well, the last movie I saw, probably, but I was gonna be hyperbolic and say something ancient. I am so excited about this movie, I can't really explicate it.
God. Aren't you excited beyond human hearing for this movie? I am.
Excited is all the wrong word. I feel about this movie like I would about knowing that I would hit my head on such-and-such a predetermined time and waiting for it to happen. That's a bad analogy but it's all I've got on me.
This is one of my favorite Shakespeare plays. I'm endlessly fascinated by it. I could spend an entire course discussing it.
In other news: after fixing the toilet for the umpteenth time, I have decided I have a future in plumbing if this whole English professor deal falls through.