Well, it's one in the morning and guess what I'm not doing. If you said sleeping, then you'd be correct.
Part of the reason is that I just can't get comfortable in bed or anywhere else because I further irritated my back today. How this happened, I honestly don't even know. I was trying so hard to be good and immobile but it ended up having the opposite effect. Of course, I did myself no favors today when I managed to lock both myself and the Gator Girl out of the house. And as my stupid smart phone was also secured behind the locked doors, the Gator Girl and I were forced to walk to Joe's office to retrieve his house key. Which is about a mile and half, round trip. Not strenuous, by any means, but it was ninety degrees outside and so frakking humid.
But so much for being immobile.
I was restricted for the entire evening to the winged back chair in our living room with the heating pad strapped to my back. I lucked out because when Joe realized his dinner choices were between cereal or cheese and crackers, he went up to the 99 Restaurant to get dinner for both of us. I had ordered a macaroni and cheese kids' meal because I have the eating habits of an eight year old vegetarian who happens to hate most vegetables. The unexpected bonus about this was that at the 99 Restaurant, kids eat free the day after the Red Sox win. And well, the Red Sox, even with the majority of their starting line up on the DL, managed to win the night before. So my meal was free.
Something to keep in mind for the future, right?
The main reason, however, for my sleeplessness is that I just can't get my brain to stop working. I can't shut it down and I can't stop thinking unless I break down and take a nice swig of Nyquil or something. Last night, I managed to fall asleep around midnight but I was awake just before 3am, the kind of wide awake no one wants to be at 3am, but there I was. I eventually got up and went to my computer to try and do something that wasn't staring at my ceiling.
Remember a few blogs back when I wrote about my new favorite blog "Mark Reads Twilight"? Did I happened to mention in that blog (or one of the entries that followed) how Mark next was going to be reading the Harry Potter series? I'm pretty sure I've brought it up somewhere along the line because I remember writing that I was nervous that he might not like the series and I didn't know how I would react to someone not liking the series. I didn't care that he ripped the Twilight series into tiny shreds but I wasn't sure I care for him doing the same thing to a most beloved series of novels. But, all in all, I was looking forward to seeing what he had to say.
Well, I needn't have worried because he's loving the series so far. He's in the middle of the fifth book now (Order of the Phoenix) and I have really enjoyed his reviews. Last night gave me the opportunity to finally catch up with all his reviews and now I'm actually reading them at the same time as everyone else. Apparently, he does a live blog each time he watches the movies upon which the books are based. Everyone I guess starts their DVDs at the same time and has a nice live chat about the movie as they watch. And now I can be a part of that if I so choose. Joe says this kind of makes me a loser but since this was coming from someone so frakking addicted to his smart phone, I think it's become just an extension of his hand, I didn't worry about it so much.
Reading Mark's review of the Harry Potter books is really making me want to pick up the series and start reading it myself but I'm trying to hold off. I do intend to reread the series this year but I'm planning to wait until the end of October to get started because I'd really like to be finishing the seventh book just before the seventh movie comes out in theaters.
Currently, I am reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. I kept hearing all this great buzz so I succumbed to it and picked up a copy. So far, I am finding huge parts of it painfully boring. I'm not really all that into financial talk of any kind and there's been a lot of it in the first hundred pages. I am intrigued by Lisbeth Salander but it seems that everyone is intrigued by her. Here's hoping she'll be enough to carry my interest through the rest of the novel. I think either her character or me knowing that Daniel Craig has signed on to play the male lead (Mikael Blomkvist) in the upcoming Hollywood (as opposed to the Swedish version that's currently out) version will keep me going.
I do like Daniel Craig. Casino Royale is a fantastic film. At the risk of angering thousands (you know, the thousands who tune in to read what I think), I think he's one of the best Bonds ever. Of course, all the Bonds are a product of the decades in which their movies were made. Still, my favorite Bond movies are Daniel Craig's and Sean Connery's. Goldfinger and Pussy Galore, you know? Classic.
Do you expect me to talk?
No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.
And then there's the guy (Oddjob?) who has the very lethal hat? Of course, thinking of him always makes me think of the Austin Powers movie with the Oddjob type character who throws a show and Austin's all like, "A shoe? Who throws a shoe?"
But I think my favorite part of that movie (and the one Joe and I are most likely to reference) is the Zip It scene between Dr. Evil and his son Scott. I'm posting it below:
I wrote a paper on the first Austin Powers movie. It was for my film class the summer before my senior year of college. I wrote about how it was a spoof of the James Bond movies. I got a B. Julia Roberts's movie Notting Hill came out at the same time and after I watched it, I was left wishing I had written a paper about that instead because I could have written this whole thing about symbolism of the park bench (if you've seen the movie, you'll know what I'm talking about. Well...maybe.) and I love to write about symbolism.
Symbolism's great, you know? You can just make shit up and most of the time, you can get away with it too. Back when I was teaching, I'd cover symbolism with my students because I knew they'd get massive earfuls on the subject when they returned to their traditional school setting but my philosophy on the subject was they could have whatever opinion they wanted on whatever we were reading. They had to be able to back up their argument. Most of them went with the black=bad and white=good road. Less thinking on their part. But every now and then, a student took me up on my offer.
I do this because back at the beginning of my long and illustrious college career, I took a creative writing class (the one that was supposed to have had the cute members of the school's hockey team in attendance but sadly, they never made an appearance) where I developed a story that would be best described as William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying (one of my all time favorite books) crossed with Steel Magnolias but set in New England (it's listed on my website as How Many Angels). So, if you're remotely familiar with either of those two works, you'll know there's a dying character involved. And in my WIP, there's also a dying character. She's dying of a heart condition and the reason she's dying of a heart condition was because I was afraid to go with cancer because it felt like too common a literary device. Simple as that.
Here's what my professor had to say on the subject:
Him: I just can't get over the symbolism.
Him: Of her disease. It's just so symbolic.
Me: It is?
Him: The character who loves everyone else so deeply and takes care of everyone, having the weakest physical heart, it's just so symbolic. Is that what you intended?
Me: I just picked it because I thought cancer was overdone.
Him: (sounding slightly disappointed) Oh.
It just goes to show you that you never really know what an author intends unless you ask him or her point blank what their intentions were. I wrote a paper with this argument back in high school. We were supposed to be writing about the symbolism of the weather in Wuthering Heights and I wrote about how the weather wasn't symbolic at all, that they were on the moors of northern England, so what did they expect the weather to be? Surprisingly, I received a C on that paper.
I think I've told these stories in this blog before so if you're feeling a sense of deja vu right now, I do apologize but I am really freaking tired right now. Maybe I'll break down and have a swig of Nyquil after all.
If I don't blog again before, I hope everyone enjoys their Labor Day weekend. I'll be spending mine, you know, laboring. Frakking retail.