Moulin Rouge

Yesterday we had a fun get together at my house before school starts again (Frowny face on the school starting again part). Today we watched Moulin Rouge and A Knights Tale. Wow, I had no idea Moulin Rouge was going to employ the creepy factor. I thought it was going to be classy and such, but it definitely was not what I expected. It was like watching a car wreck, a bit disturbing but you can't really turn away.

LOST

Finallly, a new episode of LOST is on tonight. I'm so excited. The show is so new, and inventive, and intriguing. Anyone could die at any time, because there is no real main character. Wait, give me a chance to explain, take for example Alias. You know that Jennifer Garner will always appear alive again no matter how many times she gets shot, tortured, blown up, double crossed, etc. In Lost, anything could happen at any time. Oh, the suspense. Goody goody.

Awhile ago Tami directed me to Oceanic Flight 815 website, and I just now checked it out. For all LOST fans, it is a must; discussion boards, videos, pictures, everything you could ask for.

The perfect black coat

Nooooo, I just found the most beautiful black coat in the world. It was calf length, pretty black wool, button down, and the hood was lined with elegant black fur. It fit me perfectly. I took it up to the register expecting it to be 70% off like the sign above the rack said, but no, it rang up much more expensive. I had the sales clerk come over to where I got it to prove it was 70% off, but the sign had deceived me-- it was "up to 70% off." Now I am depressed, I really liked the coat, but I couldn't justify the expense. If only I weren't so logical all the time; not just with shopping, but with everything in life. Spontatnaity is the spice of life, and I think I am lacking it. My life is dull.

Purple Frillies

I got the cutest sewing box the other day; a little unpractical, but ever so me.

The Farm Show

Today my parents and I went to the farm show in Harrisburg, PA. There were animals and produce of all sorts, a butter sculpture, demonstrations, farm stuff (duh), food, and a rodeo. The weird chicken/rooster thing scared the living daylights out of me when I tried to take a picture of it. It just about pecked my camera. Doesn't it look like the death chicken that could kill you while you sleep?

The butter sculpture display is carved out of lots and lots of real butter and a farm show tradition. I couldn't get a good photo of it since it is basically in a glass refrigerator case that lights like to reflect off of. This year it seems to be a man lifting a milk vending machine off of a cart, I don't think they went all out this year with the design and risk taking. Oh well, I only see 800 lbs of butter lumped together once a year.

The rodeo was fun to watch, especially the bull riding. The blood thirsty crowd only got one cowboy casualty for the night, so I suppose that would be considered a success.
As much as I despise country music, I just want to know why they kept playing hip hop/rap music during the rodeo. Does that make any sense at all? The spirit of the rodeo was somehow tainted when The Candy Shop by 50 Cent blared out of the speakers. It's like chillin' in the hood with a Mozart symphony, it's like singing gospel hymns at Bill Clinton's birthday party, it's like going to a ballet and seeing the ballerinas piroueting to Metallica; something just does not add up.

A bad memory

I was just thinking about the time I went into a grocery store in Texas with my grandparents and sister on a mission to find fast actin' Tinactin foot spray to cure a case of stinky sneakers. It comes in an aerosol container so I go over to section near the front of the store where the aisles are shoulder height. I pick up a can, hold it into the air, and yell to my sister across the store, "THIS IS WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR!" It wasn't until she came over to see what I had picked up until I realized I had just excitedly held up a can that read, not foot deodorant, but rather "Jock Itch Spray." Needless to say at that point, my face turned bright red and I wanted to disappear into the floor. Lesson? Always read the label before inadvertently announcing to the world that you've found jock itch spray.

Also I found the hilarious StinkyFeet Diaries: An 'interesting' quest for athlete's foot.

Memoirs of a Geisha

We went to see Memoirs of Geisha today in Hagerstown. That is the only theater near us that is showing it. I think it should be more widespread, because it was so good. They did a nice job keeping the essense of the book. The book was definitely better since it went into so much more detail, but for a movie I thought it was great.
The beautiful kimonos, Japanese landscapes, and culture of the orient is quite fascinating. I liked how the book/movie talked about how the geisha were considered artists and were highly respected in their society. Unlike prostitutes, they would sing, play music, and dance for which the men would pay them. Unfortunately this usually meant they would do whatever then to keep their customers happy. While I want to say being a geisha would have been respectable and noble, it conflicts with some core beliefs of mine. When women are defined purely as objects of sexuality, I can not endorse that thought.

Boyds Bears

Tony got this unsettling gift at a Christmas dinner. It is a santa stocking hanger. The body is ceramic, the legs plush, and the place where you hang the stockings is, well, the most disturbing part. Creepy is the word that comes to mind. This is one of those things that would be embarrassing even to re-gift. It needs to be taken outside and shot.


Today we went to Gettysburg to the Boyd's Bear Country where I got a cute little rocking horse. 4 floors of cuteness is almost too much to handle, literally.