More Squeeing than I’d Like to Admit
You guys, the New Moon trailer premiered last night during the MTV Movie Awards. Now, I didn’t know this because a.) I don’t care about MTV, b.) I don’t get MTV, or any TV, for that matter, and c.) I’m not a die-hard Twilighter, but I did watch the trailer this morning when PopCandy posted a link to it.
The trailer is already so much better than the book that I hardly know what to say. Does it look like it’s going to be an unintentional laugh-riot? Of course. Will I be there on opening day? Absolutely.
(I laughed so hard when Jacob ripped out of his clothes when he turned that I was scared I’d attract the attention of other classrooms.)
I’m going to go watch the trailer again. It’s better than term papers, right?
On wasting time
I didn’t manage to get any actual work done during my 5th hour prep today, but I did score a 14/15 on an online Saved By the Bell Quiz.
Absolutely.
Rambings in the basement of a house in Southwest Minneapolis
I saw Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist this afternoon. Going in with very low expectations allowed me to enjoy it more than I thought it would. I’ve started reading the book to see how it compares. I’m not very far into it, but I can see that the book is much edgier, sharper, and more real than the movie. But I love me some Michael Cera, and Kat Dennings is my new girl crush.
Speaking of books-to-movies, I’m eagerly awaiting the adaptation of The Time-Traveler’s Wife. By eagerly, of course, I mean that I’m wringing my hands in nervous anticipation. I so loved the book (and am so embarrassed by this fact) and I so want to love the movie that it’s causing me a great deal of stress. Every few days, I check to see if a trailer has been posted online, so that I might get a glimpse into the wonder that might be. It hasn’t happened yet, but I read a brief article the other day that’s gotten me a bit nervous about it. In it, Rachel McAdams (my girl!) says that people have to approach the book and the movie in different ways, because they’ve taken a 500-plus page book and condensed it into a 90-minute movie. That seems like a really nice way of saying that we’re going to be served shit come this winter. Oh, I think I’m getting an ulcer.
Currently, I’m babysitting for a 3-year-old named Walt (one of my favorite things to do is yell, “WALT! THEY TOOK MY SON!” Oh, second season of LOST, how I miss you). His parents should be home any minute, and I’d like that minute to be now, because I’m heading over to The Boy’s apartment for a little late-night hanging out. I’d like at least a good 45 minutes before he passes out and I’m left wide awake with nothing to do (no cable, no internet means that I’m pretty bored). He promised to cook me something delicious, but I know that he was going to meet some friends for a drink tonight so I figure I’ll be lucky if he’s home when I get there. Oh, ye of little faith.
This upcoming week will be the halfway point for student teaching. I’m actually surviving it, and that doesn’t suck at all. I’m tired of writing lesson plans, and I’m tired of saying things like, “I will wait for you to be quiet.”
Ugh.
Why Pajiba is made of awesome.
Sarah Larson has a great piece at Pajiba about New Moon that pretty much mirrors my sentiments about Meyer’s series as a whole.
It’s hilarious and a good read. Plus, she’s from Minnesota, so you know she’s totally boss.
Obligatory music post
I don’t write much about music because I don’t feel that I’m qualified. I really love music, but I don’t have the knowledge and skills that would allow me to write about it in a lucid and intelligent way. However, these are several thoughts I’ve had recently that I want to share.
The Knife’s song “Heartbeats” is covered by Jose Gonzalez. Both are pretty awesome versions in their own rights, but Gonzalez’s cover is so hauntingly beautiful that I can’t stop listening to it. It also makes me incredibly sad and kind of nostalgic for something that I can’t quite put my finger on, but since I’m looking for any distractions from thinking about my impending student teaching, I’m okay with being sad and nostalgic.
The Hold Steady’s new album, Stay Positive, is pretty strong. Although Boys and Girls in America will probably remain my favorite, this one is fast becoming a close second. Of course, …Almost Killed Me is attached so tightly to my heartstrings that it’s hard to say, really. I’m aware of the fact that my love for all things Craig Finn might color my assessment of this band, but really, I love them so much.
“I’d have Craig Finn’s babies,” I said to a boy I met a few weeks ago. “That’s really saying something, because I don’t want to have anyone’s babies.”
“I’d have a sex change and then have Craig Finn’s babies,” he replied to me. I thought this was hilarious at the time. In defense of my character (and sense of humor), I’d had several drinks.
A good friend of mine once told me that he considered Beulah to be a band whose entire oeuvre was worth listening to. “I’ve never found one of their songs to not be worth listening to at least 100 times,” he said to me as we drove around St. Paul, Miles Kurosky opining about love in an abstract way on the CD player. He then told me that he felt that Beulah’s songs mirrored how he felt about love and relationships. I spent the next few days obsessively going through their lyrics, trying to gain insight into a very strange boy’s mind.
My friend’s extreme love for Beulah is analogous to how I feel about Missy Higgins. There is not a single song of hers that isn’t worth listening to. She’s amazing. I love her. If I were a song writer, I would write songs like hers. That’s pretentious. I don’t care.
These days, I’m also listening to a lot of Jaymay, Dance Band, Bree Sharp, and Mori Einsidler (who just happens to be my cousin, but is proving to be quite the musician).
Commence tearing my musical tastes apart.
Overhsare Meme
Found throughout various blogs, I’m a sucker for memes that let me talk about myself, because let’s face it: I like to talk about myself. So without further ado, let’s begin, shall we?
1. Name the singer/band/performer you are most embarrassed to admit you actually paid good money to see in concert.
Most people would argue that I should write the name “Hanson” down here, but I disagree. I first went to see Hanson when I was 12 years old, when they performed the free show at the Mall of America. It was insane on all levels, but it was probably the most fun that I’ve ever had at a concert. I saw them again when I was 19. I don’t regret either concert, nor am I embarrassed to admit that I still listen to them from time to time. They’re good people.
2. Which reality TV show have you watched more than once (come on. I don’t believe you if you say “none,” unless you don’t own a TV)?
I don’t watch much TV in general these days, and the few things I do watch are not reality TV, but I will admit that I watch American Idol every now and then, and I fucking loved Lisa Loeb’s short-lived show on E! called #1 Single. That show was high-quality entertainment.
OH AND ALSO: Kathy Griffin’s My Life on the D-List is starting up again, and even though I don’t have cable, you can be sure I’ll be couch-hopping to various places that do.
3. Which complete trash novelist have you not only read but enjoyed enough to read more than one book of his/hers?
A lot of what I read is trashy. I collect the Sweet Valley series by Francine Pascal as well as an assorted number of other YA series from the days of yore. I’ve also read all three of Stephenie Meyer’s books in the Twilight series (and will pick up Breaking Dawn when it comes out for sure), and while I pretty much hate everything that they are and stand for, I secretly enjoy them.
I’m also a fan of Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse series, which is all kinds of trashy. What else, what else? There’s a shit-ton, you guys. I read a lot of crap.
4. What sappy musical could you watch over and over and over again?
Isn’t the phrase “sappy musical” kind of redundant? I like to say that I’m not a big musical fan, but that statement is contradicted by the fact that I know all the words to the soundtracks for Wicked and Rent. I also love the movie Once, which is all kinds of sappy but remains to this day the most beautiful little love story/musical that I think I’ve ever seen
5. Who was your first celebrity crush?
Jonathon Taylor Thomas and Devon Sawa? Yeah, pretty much. I was so in love with JTT. And Devon Sawa’s little cameo in Casper was the stuff of a 9-year-old girl’s wet dream. I still think Devon Sawa is kind of attractive, actually, but the fact that Jonathon Taylor Thomas stopped growing at the age of like, 14 kind of weirds me out.
6. Who is the most embarrassing celebrity on whom you have a slight crush today?
Similar to the question about embarrassing concert-going experiences, I’m not sure that I have any embarrassing celebrity crushes. I have a terrible girl-crush on Jessica Alba. This is only embarrassing in the sense that she cannot act her way out of a paper bag. But she’s so lovely
7. What movie that everyone else and his cousin and even his dog has seen have you never seen?
There are a lot, I’d wager. I’ve never seen The Godfather trilogy, nor have I seen Casablanca. I haven’t seen It’s a Wonderful Life, either. I’m woefully uncultured, and I totally don’t care.
8. What were you drinking the first time you ever got drunk?
This is a tricky question, because I’m not much of a drinker. I got tipsy for the first time when I was 18, on Southern Comfort (woof) and Bud Light (good lord).
The first time that I got rip-roaring drunk, it was on White Russians, screwdrivers, and Red Stripe.
9. Which old re-run will you still pause to watch if you’re flicking through the channels and see that it’s on?
I’ve been known to watch re-runs of Friends, Sex and the City, and Saved by the Bell. But really, thanks the the wonder that is TV on DVD, I don’t really do the whole re-run thing.
10. What book/movie/t.v. show that only a fifteen-year-old would think is funny makes you laugh?
Any Judd Apatow movie, ever.