Posts Tagged ‘alfred hitchcock’

BEDA Installment Twenty-One: But all I want’s a life that’s free

April 21, 2009

The above is a quote from a song that is in my Guitar book. I can’t recall the name at the moment, but I quite liked the words in the third verse, as the above are from.

My PreCalc grade went up two percent just recently, and that’s before the quiz grade from today was added, a quiz that I’m sure I did fairly well on.

Today is my sister Clara’s fourteenth birthday. For eight days now, we will be one year apart rather than two. These days feel weird every year.

I paused my viewing of M is for Murder to write this, just in case I get caught up in the birthday festivities later and thus forget to post. After M is for Murder is over (I’m pretty far with it) I will be watching The Confederate States of America, if all goes well.

It just now randomly started thunderstorming. I am pleased about this. I didn’t realize it had begun until the lights flickered on and off.

Earlier today I began reading I’m a Stranger Here Myself, a book by Bill Bryson, author of The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid. I’m maybe halfway through and liking it.

Also earlier today, I prepared for a presentation for Biology. It is about mutations and includes a picture of a two-headed turtle.

I read an article by John Green about getting rid of high school proms (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/04/16/AR2009041603510.html?hpid=opinionsbox1), and I completely agree. Proms are expensive and unnecessary, and above all an excuse to participate in a variety of dangerous and inappropriate activites.

Here’s a picture of my eye:

Doesn’t it look neat? You’d think I would have noticed before now what my eye looks like.

“He’d make a lovely corpse.”
-Charles Dickens

“Human beings, vegetables, or comic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible player.”
-Albert Einstein

Now, for sake of more words, let me tell you a little bit about a subsitute teacher I frequently had in elementary school.

His name may have began with a D or perhaps an R. I cannot remember it correctly, but if given multiple choice I would surely be able to remember.

He brought wooden puzzles with him. They were made of wooden blocks, each with holes in them in certain places, and there were nails with them too, but not ordinary nails, but nails that were not pointy on the thin end. Instead, they had been dulled, and there were other pieces to put on the other end of them. When our classwork was finished for the day, or while anybody was waiting for everybody else to finish their work, we would raise our hand, sitting quietly until he came over to us. “May I have a puzzle, please?” we would ask, and he would ask what level we were on. There were levels, you see, and the higher the level you were on the higher the level of difficulty you could master. The highest level I ever got to was level five, a level I never did complete.

When you finished a puzzle, which had to be put together in a specific way in order to use up all of the pieces, you would bring it up to him and receive a candy, most often a tootsie roll pop.

He is, without a doubt, the best substitute teacher I have had, to date.

Tallyhoo, goodbye to you!

Question Twenty-One: What is your favorite type of pasta?

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BEDA Installment Nineteen: Earlier than Usual

April 19, 2009

Last night and this morning was the sleepover, the Alfred Hitchcock sleepover. It was great. Rachel arrived sometime between 6:45 and 7:00, and soon after we began the movie-watching.

First off, we watched The Wicker Man, the 2006 version with Nicolas Cage. Rachel has been telling me how ridiculous it is, and so we thought we’d start the evening off with some humor. As I just found out, it turns out there’s a 1973 cult classic Wicker Man, which is apparently much better. We may have to see that some time and compare it to Cage’s hilarious performance. Did you know that Nicolas Cage’s middle name is “Kim?”

Secondly, we ate dinner (hot dogs, just like at “Big Guys” [what Rachel’s mother once called Five Guys]) and drank soda, along with the second movie, Suspicion, which was on PBS last night, beginning at 9 pm. It was excellent, not overdone in the least, unlike so many films of today.

After that, we watched Psycho, which was also amazingly eerie. There was something about it that was reminiscent of something else, but I’m still not sure what it was.

Finally, we watched an hour, maybe, of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and it was after ten or so minutes that I realized I’ve seen it before: I never knew what it was called, but I saw it before, a while ago, all but the first bit of it. Rachel and I fell asleep while watching this.

In the morning, we first woke up at 8 am, then went back to sleep and woke up at 9:30. At this time, we woke up for good and had chocolate chip muffins for breakfast, then played Mario Kart and Pokemon Stadium, both Nintendo 64-style.

Then Rachel left, nearly there is where you see me now. Once I finish this, I will be watching two taped episodes of Twilight Zone and then hopefully some Doctor Who, coupled with beginning to knit the convertible fingerless gloves.

OH MY GOODNESS, I just found this edited version of The Wicker Man, turning it into a trailer for a comedy version of it. If you’ve seen it, you HAVE TO SEE THIS. It is possibly the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

And goodbyes to all of you, now! Happy Sunday, and good luck in any future endeavors!

Question Nineteen: What’s your favorite thing about Gene Wilder?

BEDA Installment Fifteen: I just felt my cheek, and it was tremendously soft.

April 15, 2009

No, seriously. I don’t know why, but my cheek is REALLY SOFT right now. It’s NEVER been this soft before.

Let’s start this fantastic evening off with a quote.

“The intelligent man finds almost everything ridiculous, the sensible man hardly anything.”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I decided this morning that I would have a good day, and, by golly, I did! This is despite the fact that I now have a forty-nine percent in PreCalc, and also despite the fact that I didn’t have my traditional breakfast of Apples and Cinnamon oatmeal. Math can’t bring me down! Neither can the lack of instant oatmeal in my system!

What did I do to make this day so swell? Many things contributed to this, not all occurring because of me, and in list form they shall be, in chronological order, starting…NOW!

[1]We collected our cheek DNA in Biology. This involved swishing tap water around in our mouth (it tasted of lead) and doing various things with the contaminated tap water, including adding alcohol to it (special alcohol’s cheaper than ordinary drinking alcohol, so the government added stuff to it that causes horrible vomiting so that nobody tries to cheat them, according to my Biology teacher). Then we put the cheek DNA in a tiny vial and were instructed to give it to our parents. I did as told.

[2]Next was Photography, where I developed two rolls of film (…at the SAME TIME!) and they actually turned out rather decently. Midway through the class, all sophomores were called down for an assembly about class rings. The guy hosting it was such a phony I could hardly stand it, standing up there with this great big sparkly ring on his finger and a fancy schmancy lavendar tie ’round his neck.

[3]Then was PreCalc, where I took a test that I inevitably failed. I’m not doing so great in that class, but I keep telling myself what someone else once told me, not to worry about anything that won’t matter in ten years. Not the wisest advice, in the scheme of things, but still helpful in keeping me from becoming extremely stressed out.

[4]My last class was Guitar, which went by very quickly and uneventfully. After school was when the real fun began.

[5]Today was Wednesday, therefore Wednesday Club, and therefore another trip to the library. I didn’t realize that the two Gene Wilder movies that I personally checked out, Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein, were due Monday, not Wednesday, as I checked them out on a Monday because of Spring Break changes. Unfortunately, that means I now owe the library money in overdue fines. Not much, surely less than five dollars, but still, it’s moderately down-hearting because I was just about to renew them yesterday and then ended up not doing so, as I knew I was going to return them today.

[6]Either way, I checked out four new movies as well as six new books. The movies are all destined to be excellent: Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Dial M for Murder, The Confederate States of America, and Psycho. All are seemingly classics and will be pippersnipper editions to my week of spare time. The books I checked out (also which I am excited to read) are: White People, I’m a Stranger Here Myself, A Good Story and Other Stories, When You Are Engulfed in Flames, Running with Scissors, and A Girl Named Zippy.

[7]In my spare time today, in other news, I knitted, and I also read My French Whore (a book by the ever-lovely Gene Wilder) and the play Waiting for Godot (both complimentary of Rachel). I don’t want to say anything about them because I would end up talking about them for ages (and I’d like to go to bed semi-early tonight), but I will say that they are two of the greatest things since words which mean nonsense (and I have a pretty big obsession with those sorts of words).

For goodness’ sakes, can you believe BEDA is halfway over? It’s going by so quickly.

I can’t wait to have a BEDA buddy! I love the idea of having my own, personal buddy that NOBODY else has.

Well, I best be heading to bed. It’s almost ten o’ clock, and, darn, I was hoping to go to bed earlier than usual. Cheerio!

NEXT DAY EDIT: I never added a question! Here it is, belatedly: Question Fifteen: What would your favorite room be like in your dream home?

BEDA Installment Eight: What did I do so far today?

April 8, 2009

I know that’s some kind of awful of an excuse for an interesting title, but you’ll have to excuse me for that bit of informality, as I’m more or less far too excited to post properly, as is evident by this neverending run-on sentence.

The source of this excitement is the Gene Wilder party, which, after many cancellations and non-cancellations, will be tonight! 

There was a bit of a scare earlier, when our computer became overloaded and stopped working.  I was sure I would fail BEDA, not even a third of the way through it, and was very disappointed in myself, even thought it wouldn’t have been my fault.

So, before I jinx it all– I read.  All day so far.  Actually, I did begin to watch more of Clean Slate, but after less than two minutes I stopped and came in here to write this.  What did I read?  More Augusten Burroughs, of course, in the form of the entirety of Possible Side Effects.  In the way that Wolf at the Table was more about Augusten’s father, this was more about his mother.  I can’t decide which I like better, though I definitely laughed out loud more while reading Possible Side Effects.  It was generally more lighthearted, anyway.

Besides reading, really all I did was a teensy bit of knitting, attempting to make a very long scarf but stopping and frogging it before it became so.

Now, since I have exhausted my list of topics (what I did today) with not even three hundred words under my belt, I am going to tell a story, a story from when I was young, if I can think of one…

For a short time, maybe months or maybe a year or two at the most, I shared a bedroom with my older brother, Jake.  We had bunkbeds.  He was on the bottom bunk, and I was on the top bunk.  Every so often, we would play a game before going to sleep, each of us in our respective locations, which involved throwing a stuffed animal up into my bed, then back down into his, and so on, in a circular motion.  It sounds so simple, nowadays, but back then I loved it so much.  Another game we played before bed, somewhat similar, was where Jake would try and pull my sheets down into his bunk, with me trying to roll up in them so he couldn’t.

When it came time for Jake to move upstairs into the newly remodeled attic, and time for my sister, Clara, to move into the room with me, I took my new position in the bottom bunk and she my old position in the top bunk.  Unfortunately, from then on bedtime was not nearly as fun.  Although, I did notice that there were an awful lot of stuffed animals between the bed and the wall.  Hmm…

Hey, did you know that there are 44,100,100 links that come up when one googles ‘twenty-five?’

Also, it is quite interesting to search your birthdate on Wikipedia.  On my birthday, in 1980, Alfred Hitchcock died.  So did Albert Hoffman, in 2008, the first known person to synthesize and ingest LSD.

Oh, joy of joys.

Well, I now need to shower and pack for the party, so I bid you farewell.  I’ll have lots to talk about tomorrow, once the party has ended and I am tired but full of new memories.

Question Eight:  What is a memory you have from a party you once went to?