Blog Flog - "Mama Mia"
Jul. 19th, 2008 02:45 am"Mama Mia."
I know I -just- did a flog, but I couldn't resist this one. It's too silly XD
Today was the first day that I got that endorphin rush from the writing since I sat back down to the new Anita book being the priority project.
Clumsy writing aside, it's nice to see that she IS capable of happiness.
It felt pretty darn good. In fact, by lunch I had twelve pages and was done for the day. Very cool. In honor of it being summer, and me being done so early, we went out to lunch, then a movie. Trinity, Mary, and I, had wanted to see Mama Mia, and neither of our husbands were keen on it. So it was a girl’s afternoon at the movies. I mean that girl’s part because there were like three men in the entire theatre. It was pretty full, too. One young man with his girlfriend, and a couple of older husbands.
"Excuse me, sir? Are you an *pause for dramatic effect* older husband?"
"Why yes, young man, I am. And so is that gentlemen over there!"
"Excellent! I'd like to bring you to the movies with my girlfriend."
I guess all the rest of the men were in seeing The Dark Knight. I think Jon and I are going to wait for a few days. The crowds look pretty serious.
WHY SO SRS? The crowds have got their hair in tight buns and are all holding lectures on, "how to get the most out of your pursed lips."
Mama Mia was very fun. Meryl Streep was great. In fact, pretty much everyone was great. There are some huge dance numbers that are entirely too much fun.
O-ho! Watch out! Those dance numbers are too much fun! Anytime now the Serious Crowds are going to bust in and order them to stop because things are getting too silly.
I haven’t this much beef cake in a movie that could dance, act, and have fun in a long time.
The movie could dance and sing? So all those intermission videos that show the film reel dancing happily across the screen were actually live action!?
The casting for the father’s was spot on. Pierce Brosnon was especially good. I didn’t know he could sing. I admit that there were moments when I felt I had too much testosterone for this movie.
She sprouted a mustache and a beard, respectively.
It is a woman’s movie, but it’s not a chick flick. By that I mean, a lot of supposedly chick flicks leave me cold.
Stop sitting under the air conditioning vents.
I just don’t get them.
I'm sure there are a lot of things you don't get, dear.
How to Make an American Quilt, left me puzzled. I usually feel that way about those kinds of movies, but Mama Mia was actually enjoyable all the way through. It’s interesting, what kinds of movies are marketed for women and men.
Watch out folks! She's about to drop some knowledge!
I guess there’s no better example than Mama Mia and The Dark Knight. Like I said, I haven’t seen that one, yet, but even though I enjoyed the movie today, I was still a little puzzled. Not much, but a little. As much as I love my husband, and apparently, enjoy being married...
She makes it sound like Jon tells her every morning when she wakes up, "Okay, Laurell- now remember, you enjoy being married. It's not a burden, you LIKE it. Now repeat after me, 'I, Laurell, love my furry husband and will never let him get a real job. I will support him forever because I enjoy being married.'"
...since I’ve done it twice; I still don’t believe that the end all, be all for a woman is finding that perfect man and "getting" him to marry her.
She just believes the end-all for women is finding several men and "getting" them. Period.
First of all, there is no perfect man, just as there’s no perfect woman. But, in this movie Meryl Streep’s character has done well on her own. She’s operated her own business, raised a daughter, and she’s doing okay. She’s not wasting away for anyone. I liked that.
Wait, didn't she just say she was puzzled? By what? She liked that Streep's character didn't need a husband, but she was still puzzled. By what? Now I'm puzzled.
Another interesting thing is the daughter, Sophie’s, desire to find her dad. Her belief that somehow that will make her life complete. I met my own biological dad three times. The last time I saw him, I was six, and it was my mother’s funeral. He had no part in my life then, or since, and I haven’t missed him. I’ve never felt the lack of a father.
Your writing says otherwise.
I felt the lack of my mother, because I knew and loved her, but my "father" was just some guy who married my mother, fathered a child with her, and then divorced her. Other than the genetic material, my father had very little impact on my life. We probably wouldn’t know each other if we passed on the street.
Oh, he'd probably know who you are. He'd probably cover half his face with his hand and pretend he didn't see you so he didn't have to admit that his genetics turned out your last few books.
My life is complete, I don’t need to find the owner of the ejaculation that helped make me.
...Eugh.
That’s almost a direct quote from the movie, the main character says, that she won’t be displaced, or outdone by an ejaculation, when the "fathers" show up. The story book ending, is just that story book.
Er. What story books is she reading? None of the story books I read as a kid dealt with ejaculation.
In real life, the long lost father is usually better long and lost.
*finger guns* Oh yeah. He's long, all right. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
If you have the feeling that you’ve misplaced a part of yourself, then by all means go searching, but I find that fathers, mothers, that perfect job, that perfect house, whatever you think will fill up that empty space inside you, it’s not about anything outside yourself, it’s all about the inside part.
It's about your liver and your kidneys, and possibly your left lung. But not the right lung, oh no. The right lung is a selfish bastard who never does anything!
You’ve got to fix what’s inside, before the outside world can help.
Perform self-surgery on that damned, ungrateful lung.
You want to find what’s missing, look in the mirror.
Is she insinuating that I'm a vampire?
I know I -just- did a flog, but I couldn't resist this one. It's too silly XD
Today was the first day that I got that endorphin rush from the writing since I sat back down to the new Anita book being the priority project.
Clumsy writing aside, it's nice to see that she IS capable of happiness.
It felt pretty darn good. In fact, by lunch I had twelve pages and was done for the day. Very cool. In honor of it being summer, and me being done so early, we went out to lunch, then a movie. Trinity, Mary, and I, had wanted to see Mama Mia, and neither of our husbands were keen on it. So it was a girl’s afternoon at the movies. I mean that girl’s part because there were like three men in the entire theatre. It was pretty full, too. One young man with his girlfriend, and a couple of older husbands.
"Excuse me, sir? Are you an *pause for dramatic effect* older husband?"
"Why yes, young man, I am. And so is that gentlemen over there!"
"Excellent! I'd like to bring you to the movies with my girlfriend."
I guess all the rest of the men were in seeing The Dark Knight. I think Jon and I are going to wait for a few days. The crowds look pretty serious.
Mama Mia was very fun. Meryl Streep was great. In fact, pretty much everyone was great. There are some huge dance numbers that are entirely too much fun.
O-ho! Watch out! Those dance numbers are too much fun! Anytime now the Serious Crowds are going to bust in and order them to stop because things are getting too silly.
I haven’t this much beef cake in a movie that could dance, act, and have fun in a long time.
The movie could dance and sing? So all those intermission videos that show the film reel dancing happily across the screen were actually live action!?
The casting for the father’s was spot on. Pierce Brosnon was especially good. I didn’t know he could sing. I admit that there were moments when I felt I had too much testosterone for this movie.
She sprouted a mustache and a beard, respectively.
It is a woman’s movie, but it’s not a chick flick. By that I mean, a lot of supposedly chick flicks leave me cold.
Stop sitting under the air conditioning vents.
I just don’t get them.
I'm sure there are a lot of things you don't get, dear.
How to Make an American Quilt, left me puzzled. I usually feel that way about those kinds of movies, but Mama Mia was actually enjoyable all the way through. It’s interesting, what kinds of movies are marketed for women and men.
Watch out folks! She's about to drop some knowledge!
I guess there’s no better example than Mama Mia and The Dark Knight. Like I said, I haven’t seen that one, yet, but even though I enjoyed the movie today, I was still a little puzzled. Not much, but a little. As much as I love my husband, and apparently, enjoy being married...
She makes it sound like Jon tells her every morning when she wakes up, "Okay, Laurell- now remember, you enjoy being married. It's not a burden, you LIKE it. Now repeat after me, 'I, Laurell, love my furry husband and will never let him get a real job. I will support him forever because I enjoy being married.'"
...since I’ve done it twice; I still don’t believe that the end all, be all for a woman is finding that perfect man and "getting" him to marry her.
She just believes the end-all for women is finding several men and "getting" them. Period.
First of all, there is no perfect man, just as there’s no perfect woman. But, in this movie Meryl Streep’s character has done well on her own. She’s operated her own business, raised a daughter, and she’s doing okay. She’s not wasting away for anyone. I liked that.
Wait, didn't she just say she was puzzled? By what? She liked that Streep's character didn't need a husband, but she was still puzzled. By what? Now I'm puzzled.
Another interesting thing is the daughter, Sophie’s, desire to find her dad. Her belief that somehow that will make her life complete. I met my own biological dad three times. The last time I saw him, I was six, and it was my mother’s funeral. He had no part in my life then, or since, and I haven’t missed him. I’ve never felt the lack of a father.
Your writing says otherwise.
I felt the lack of my mother, because I knew and loved her, but my "father" was just some guy who married my mother, fathered a child with her, and then divorced her. Other than the genetic material, my father had very little impact on my life. We probably wouldn’t know each other if we passed on the street.
Oh, he'd probably know who you are. He'd probably cover half his face with his hand and pretend he didn't see you so he didn't have to admit that his genetics turned out your last few books.
My life is complete, I don’t need to find the owner of the ejaculation that helped make me.
...Eugh.
That’s almost a direct quote from the movie, the main character says, that she won’t be displaced, or outdone by an ejaculation, when the "fathers" show up. The story book ending, is just that story book.
Er. What story books is she reading? None of the story books I read as a kid dealt with ejaculation.
In real life, the long lost father is usually better long and lost.
*finger guns* Oh yeah. He's long, all right. (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
If you have the feeling that you’ve misplaced a part of yourself, then by all means go searching, but I find that fathers, mothers, that perfect job, that perfect house, whatever you think will fill up that empty space inside you, it’s not about anything outside yourself, it’s all about the inside part.
It's about your liver and your kidneys, and possibly your left lung. But not the right lung, oh no. The right lung is a selfish bastard who never does anything!
You’ve got to fix what’s inside, before the outside world can help.
Perform self-surgery on that damned, ungrateful lung.
You want to find what’s missing, look in the mirror.
Is she insinuating that I'm a vampire?
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Date: 2008-07-19 09:52 am (UTC)It's too silly XD
I just imagined someone walking up to LKH and being like, "U so silly! U haz ma LOLZ!"
And also, is "the owner of the ejaculation", now an appropriate substitute for father? I'll tell you who'll be appreciating their father's day next year...
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Date: 2008-07-19 10:00 am (UTC)You have always been there for me, even when I didn't make it easy for you. I'm not very good with words, but I'd like to say, Happy Owner of The Ejaculation day, dad!.
Owner???
At least she doesn't refer to him as the sperm donor. Aside from THAT, he doesn't WON the ejcaulation once he's finished, his hapless recipient does.
WHEN did lkh get a degree in psychology? It's too bad that she's now trying to be clinical and philosophical as well.
Blessings,
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Re: Owner???
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Date: 2008-07-19 10:49 am (UTC)Trinity's married now? How did I miss this?
"Another interesting thing is the daughter, Sophie’s, desire to find her dad. Her belief that somehow that will make her life complete. I met my own biological dad three times. The last time I saw him, I was six, and it was my mother’s funeral. He had no part in my life then, or since, and I haven’t missed him. I’ve never felt the lack of a father.
Your writing says otherwise."
And Loudly. Snirk.
"You’ve got to fix what’s inside, before the outside world can help."
This the reason to never trust psychiatrists. They're outside of you they could never understand the inter-darkity-dark. Instead you can better deal with your issues by ignoring them and writing "edgy" novels.
Great flogging of a quite interesting blog; the woman really needs to shorten her paragraphs, your spacing spacing made it much more legible.
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Date: 2008-07-19 11:01 am (UTC)The father's what precisely? Ejaculation?
Excellent flogging! *hands over black forest cake*
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Date: 2008-07-19 11:16 am (UTC)ahhahhha
yay cake! *noms heartily*
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Date: 2008-07-19 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-19 02:15 pm (UTC)She held off longer than I thought she would...
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Date: 2008-07-19 06:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-07-19 02:28 pm (UTC)Get a grip, LKH.
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Date: 2008-07-19 03:33 pm (UTC)When the trailer first came out, I was the one who turned to my boyfriend (the Wow and D'n'D playing geek that he is) and said "We're seeing that." Mama Mia I found annoying by the trailers alone, despite the fact that I like musicals for the most part.
Does that make me a guy? No, it makes me a fan. Laurel, please feel free to get over yourself any day now...
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Date: 2008-07-19 04:06 pm (UTC)By the same token, I wouldn't necessarily call Mamma Mia a women's movie, as I know plenty of gay men who loved the stage version and have probably already seen the film.
See, Laurell? Women can see a "guy" movie and men can see a "woman" movie. It doesn't make either more of a guy or more of a girl than the other.
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Date: 2008-07-19 03:46 pm (UTC)Most of all, I'm getting really sick of her "I'm so manly" talk. I like musicals okay, but even though I'm a woman, I saw a midnight show of The Dark Knight and probably won't see Mamma Mia in the theater because I'll be seeing TDK more. That doesn't mean I have more or less testosterone than another woman or that I'm more "guy-like". It means I like comic book movies.
And don't even get me started on her makeup and heels discussions. *shudder*
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Date: 2008-07-20 02:53 am (UTC)damn. *writes to doctors for a sex change, since this girl is apparently a guy and they just didn't realize it yet*
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Date: 2008-07-19 04:54 pm (UTC)You'd think, what with the fact she has to give every single solitary thing she does DEEP DARK THOUGHT, she'd be so mentally and emotionally exhausted by now she'd be an empty shell...
Oh, waitaminute...
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Date: 2008-07-20 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-19 05:38 pm (UTC)I saw Dark Knight at midnight and I'm a chick. And I plan to see Mamma Mia in theatres. Oh, I'm so confused about my sexuality!
I just fear the entry when she finally sees The Dark Knight...
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Date: 2008-07-20 01:55 am (UTC)Then she'll ramble about how she was born so angry and darkity-dark, and Batman's tortured nature appeals to her inner RAAAAAAAGE and DAAARRRRRRKKNESSSSSS, unlike most women who are made of rhinestones and cotton candy. Then she'll remind us that she channels all her RAAAAAGE and DAAAAARRRRKNNESSSSS into her writing, and Anita's life is so dark and dangerous and darkity-dark, etc.
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Date: 2008-07-19 06:24 pm (UTC)As a woman, I would much rather go see Dark Knight. And I'd like to tell Laurell that I also like wearing pink, and sparkly jewelry. Chomp on that, Ms. Darkity-Dark.
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Date: 2008-07-19 06:48 pm (UTC)Reminds me of all the PR that boasts "women are going to see $ACTION_MOVIE because we added $STRONG_FEMALE_CHARACTER!" No. Women are going to see it because of the hot guys who aren't just interchangeable cardboard cutouts like in the average "chick flick".
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Date: 2008-07-20 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-19 09:14 pm (UTC)Isn't she the one who WHINES every Father's Day about how she doesn't have a dad? But she's "never felt the lack of a father"?
....Shut the fuck up, Laurell.
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Date: 2008-07-20 01:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-07-19 09:23 pm (UTC)WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
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Date: 2008-07-19 10:59 pm (UTC)That likes to be pretty.
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Date: 2008-07-19 09:42 pm (UTC)"And then made no sense" bout sums her up, though.
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Date: 2008-07-20 01:47 am (UTC)Maybe she doesn't want to actually say they are gay, because that means they would not be attracted to her. Same reason she doesn't call Byron gay even though he keeps dropping hints heavy as stone slabs.
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Date: 2008-07-19 11:45 pm (UTC)I'd love to see both the Dark Knight and Mamma Mia. My brother is a manly guy who wants to go see MM. I'm a girly-girl ballerina and a gamer. So, LKH: Am I your interpretation of a guy, or am I your interpretation of a girl?
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Date: 2008-07-19 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-07-19 11:56 pm (UTC)That does bring up an interesting point. Does any relative of LKH want to stand up and rejoice that they share genes with this particular genetic disaster? It's like someone pointing out that one of their relatives is a Darwin Award.
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Date: 2008-07-20 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-20 01:53 am (UTC)Great flogging though.
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Date: 2008-07-20 10:58 pm (UTC)1. I am not a huge fan of Chick Flicks. Now, I don't know how others define a chick flick, but I call romances or those romantic comedies chick flicks. Silly little movies were the underdog girl gets the hot guy in the end is a chick flick to me. There are a few I like, but I love the more manly horror movies. Yeah baby, that's the stuff.
2. The play was a great production that had a wonderful storyline and lots of fun romance. I am surprised it didn't go right over her head. The story is basically, a girl is getting married. She wants her father to be there. There are three men it can be. Only one is her mom's one true love. She doesn't tell her mom or the guys why they are there and all three think they are the father and will walk her down the aisle. The whole story is to figure out who is the father, will the wedding go off without a hitch, and will the mom reconcile with the one guy she never forgot (who may or may not be the father). I don't think I ruined it for anyone. I'm not telling you the ending.
3. She never got over her father not being there. I don't know the whole story, but I always thought her father distanced himself after her mom died. Now, it looks like they were never married, or divorced soon after. I dont' think she ever let him go and resents that he wasn't there. The whole ejaculation thing just says bitter.
ok, gotta eat dinner.
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Date: 2008-07-22 04:32 am (UTC)And at the risk of being one more voice in a large crowd, I and my female best friend went to see The Dark Knight. No guys, just us. And we wore makeup, too. Just to confuse you, Laurell! (*bwahahaha*)