Blog Flog - "Mama Mia"
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lkh_lashouts"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: 2008-07-20 11:03 am (UTC)You practice ballet? Because that's seriously hardcore (I should know, I was a ballerina when I was younger, but I quit. Ballet is freaking hard! People have no idea!). In LKH's eyes, being a ballerina would put you in the "girly-girl oh-so-repressed-because-she-can't-do-manly-sports" cathegory. :p You're a girl.
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Date: 2008-07-21 11:48 am (UTC)According to Laurita, you're only allowed to do "girly" things if you're a boy.
She wrote a blog around Valentine's Day, talking about how uncomfortable it made her to be pampered in a "girly" way, then bitched because her ex "wasn't man enough" to enjoy getting flowers with little love notes sent to his office. Huh?