Zombies

I just watched Zombieland. Other than the gore, it was more of a feel-good movie than Where The Wild Things Are! And since I don't mind the blood and guts, it was definitely more of a feel-good movie! If the makers of Zombieland can turn zombies running amok into a positive, why couldn't the director of Where The Wild Things Are for a children's story?? Ok, I'm done talking about that movie.

My favorite part of Zombieland? The Woody Harrelson, Bill Murray reenactment of Ghostbusters, with vacuum cleaners. Awesome!!

Where The Wild Things Are

We took Kaelan to see Where the Wild Things Are today...and I have one major gripe with the movie. I loved the book as a kid...the very idea of Max escaping his punishment by going on this amazing adventure where the Wild Things live and being crowned their king is so cool. And in the end, he comes home because he's done. They had a great time--their wild rumpus took them on all sorts of adventures--but after the Wild Things go to sleep, Max goes home.

In the movie...well, I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but suffice it to say that there is not much happy about this version. I really did like how they brought the Wild Things to life. Their wild rumpus was very believable. But why did they have to be so...disfunctional? They were supposed to be uncivilized in a good way! Wild but not burdened with the problems that face us on a day to day basis. I guess you could argue both sides of the coin. They were very human-like in their emotions and feelings which means they were relatable.

I guess what it all comes down to is that when I finish the book Where the Wild Things Are, I never cry. In the movie, I bawled. It just isn't supposed to be sad. It is supposed to be happy and leave your imagination all fired up for your own wild rumpus. And it isn't quite the kid's story it should have been.

And So It Is

I have really been struggling with working from 9 to 5--not because I hate my job, but because there is no time to do anything but work! I am not a workaholic. I don't understand that mentality. Maybe if my job were skydiving or slack lining or working for the circus...all things I can see myself doing a lot of. But I get up, I go to work, I come home tired from work, and I have maybe 4 hours to do anything...not nearly long enough to fit all my hobbies in!

I am preaching to the choir, aren't I?

I know, I know...be thankful I have a good job that pays well and suck it up. But when someone finally wants my books and I don't have to work 9 to 5, or I get brave enough to run away to the circus, I will be a happy happy girlie.

Piracy

What are your thoughts on piracy?

I'm not talking about illegally downloading music or movies...I'm talking about the modern-day pirates who are plying the waters currently around Africa. I did a paper on them for my Globalization and Lit class my senior year of college, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It made writing a 25-pager much more entertaining when the subject matter interests me. And yes, before you ask, I would definitely run off to become a pirate. In fact, during graduation, my friend Roger told me that he would join my crew if I asked. It was a nice goodbye.

Anyhow, the reason I bring this up is because I am putting pirates in my book. I don't really know the angle yet, but I'm working on it. I'll keep you posted.

What Happened To Fall?

We skipped my favorite season--figures. As soon as October hit, we went straight into snowstorms and extremely cold weather. No mild leaf-strolling for us...I am completely unhappy with that. That being said, it won't ruin my Halloween! I have a few different costume ideas I'm working on. The problem will be deciding which one to do...

My Bow!

I got my bow! It is 64 inches long and has a 25 pound draw. In addition to that, it is beautiful and shoots like a dream. I took it to Dan's tonight and he showed me how to string it and then we took it out to the target and started practicing. It took me a couple shots to get the feel of it, but once I did it was awesome. I am working on the mechanics of shooting--doing the same things everytime. The hardest for me is to get my pointer finger to the corner of my mouth and then instead of letting go to stop holding on--yes, there is a difference. Letting go involves my hand flying out into space. So the few times I managed to stop holding on, I had the bow drawn back too far and I got a wicked fletching burn on my face. Not fun. And then it was too cold to continue. But I'm excited to see what else I can do with this thing. My bow is also, incidentally, an oldster. 1950s or thereabouts. I did a little research online.