Posts Tagged ‘twilight zone’

Half the perfect world

July 12, 2009

Today was another day much like others recently past. I watched part of “Gone With the Wind,” read part of Gone With the Wind, watched a Twilight Zone episode, finished making plans for the Harry Potter movie premiere, watched a minute more of “Goodbye, Mr. Chips,” knit and then un-knit various hypothetical projects, cleaned the bathroom, and then read Harry Potter fanfiction for the remaining time. That was my day.

This is Scarlett O’Hara:

This is a gooseberry bush:

An Evening of Books and Otherwise

July 8, 2009

So, last night was my Mommy and me night (we do those every summer in my family). Before leaving, I babysat Lydia and watched some Twilight Zone and Shatner’s Raw Nerve (with Leonard Nimoy!!!) and after leaving we headed off to Borders.

I got a twenty-five dollar gift card (I always want to call it a gift ‘certificate’) for my birthday and I hadn’t used it as of yet, so it was the perfect time. I like having gift cards because I have a horrendous time buying things with actual money (more about that later… I’m terribly indecisive) so having something that pretty much forces you to confine it to one store (though the gift card can be used at Waldenbooks and somewhere else as well- same category of stores, anyway) is excellent.

The first thing I bought was pretty much a given as soon as I saw it:

Star Trek Uno!

Next was a bit more difficult to decide on, but I ended up buying this:

41 Stories by O. Henry!

After Borders, we went to Philly’s for dinner, and then on to WONDER BOOKS (oh, and I re-realized for the umpteenth time that it’s actually called Wonder Book, without the S on the end, but after calling it Wonder Books for so long it will be hard for me to change.

Okay, so we spent AGES in Wonder Book, because it is so awesome. I ended up being more drawn to the sales, mainly the dollar section (which boasted a frightening amount of books about Scientology), and I ended up bringing home:
-A Russian-English dictionary (it’s HUGE and all Russian books were ninety-nine cents, so I got it for LESS THAN A DOLLAR)
-A Russian children’s book translated into English (written by Alexander Pushkin)
-A ninety-five cent print that I got just because I liked it (upon closer research, I have found that it is a print of Francois Marius Granet, an adorable French painter)
this is pretty much exactly what it looks like:

-Three postcards, two with pictures of foreign scientists on them and one with the Toy Story crew on it… I’ve always loved Toy Story (postcards were three for a dollar)
-A book of Alfred Hitchcock’s anthologies (one dollar)
-A Hedwig bookmark (rest in peace)

And then, our evening was over and I had the worst’s night sleep of my life. It involved a nightmare where I was being shot at at a mall, freezing cold temperatures, waking up literally every couple of minutes, and then me waking up, taking my temperature, and realizing that I really am sick, running a temperature and everything. That’s strange, because I hardly ever get sick, and I only missed one day of school last year for being sick. (the other day I was absent was when I missed the PSATs because I forgot it was a full day of school)

I’ll probably have a nap now and hope that my throbbing head rests soon.

Aw, I just looked up a picture of Alexander Pushkin, and he’s fantastically cute:

EDIT: I was going to dutifully post last night, but as it turned out our computer wasn’t working. It’s all better now.

Stripes or polka dots?

July 4, 2009

Today was the fourth of July, as you all well know.

I made plastic bag yarn and watched Twilight Zone more or less all day, though I also watched an old Late Night with Jimmy Fallon episode with Zachary Quinto and Leonard Nimoy. It was one of the funniest things ever. Whenever I see anything Star Trek related, I literally squeal. It’s so exciting to see something so well-loved in everyday life. Naturally, this makes it difficult to get through William Shatner’s autobiography Up ‘Till Now, as I am laughing every few seconds, out loud and all, and then various family members hear and come in the room and pester me as to why I’m laughing, and they aren’t all that interested in William Shatner’s quips and so it all turns into this great big hilarious mess.

Anyway, I already have this HUGE ball of plastic bag yarn but I MUST MAKE MORE.

Tomorrow I hope to go to Goodwill, if only I’ll be able to convince my father into bringing me there.

Saddest Twilight Zone episode ever:

(I’m getting teary just thinking about it)

(Time Enough at Last)

One of the most moving episodes:

(Eye of the Beholder)

Attempted and/or succeeded

July 2, 2009

Today I attempted to:
knit a Sherlock Holmes esque hat for an unknown child.
teach myself to keep a straight face.
keep dry while sitting on a wet swing outside.
improve my psuedo Russian accent.
wish myself up some summer dresses to twirl around in.

Today I succeeded in:
waking up in a pink chair with an ottoman below my feet.
watching three and a half Twilight Zone episodes.
reading the first hundred pages of William Shatner’s other autobiography, Up ‘Till Now (did I mention it was returned to the library, finally, and Rachel and I found it during Wednesday Club yesterday?).

Now, I will go and memorize a Star Trek related monologue. I’m pretty excited about that. I’m thinking maybe Spock’s eulogy as recited by Captain Kirk.


Starbursts are better slightly melted

June 25, 2009

A lot of people died today, as like every single other day. The difference is that two people happened to die today that are well-known. I knew of them, but not much more.

Today I baby-sat Lydia for about six hours and knit half a sock and watched one and a half Twilight Zone episodes. No more, no less.

This may end up being sixty-six words.

“We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard.” -Voltaire

May 13, 2009

So I spent the entire evening cleaning the sunroom, making it perfectly squeaky clean to ready it for my birthday party. It is on Friday.

Before that, as like every middle-of-the-week, I went to Wednesday Club. It was very much a repeat of a past Wednesday Club, in that we got miniature Ben and Jerry’s ice creams and ate them outside. The only difference was a few of the people, that and the fact that we have changed so much since then. That day was June 25th, 2008. So many days separate then from now, so many new memories and so much new knowledge.

Sorry, I’m becoming nostalgic once again. I guess it comes with the territory of this age, not-long-after-sixteen, when seventeen seems so far away and eighteen is absolutely unimaginable.

Anyway, after the ice cream extravaganza Courtney threw Valerie’s vitamin water across the walkway and it burst open, spilling its contents completely. Not long after, Courtney and I went inside, where we stayed for the remainder of the time. I’m not sure where the others ended up.

Inside, both of us did our homework, and then I went off in search of new books. I ended up getting nine, I believe, and all seem to be fantastic in each and every way. One of them is by the same author as The Stepford Wives, Ira Levin, and one is about Einstein, another about politically correct versions of popular fairy tales, and all in all I wish I could begin reading them all at once, though that, of course, would not be practical.

I also checked out two new movies, to be added to my lengthy list of movies I need to finish. Actually, there aren’t that many on the list. Never mind. I almost finished watching The Stepford Wives today while cleaning the sunroom, and tomorrow I shall try and finish Twilight Zone: The Movie, and then I will watch the new movies, Sybil and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

I am rather far in with re-reading The Princess Bride, which is even more excellent than I remember it. I really hope to re-watch the movie just as soon as I can. I’m beginning to forget which bits of the book are in the movie and vice versa.

Well, a new night of sleep is upon us and a new day will soon follow, so I must bid you brief farewells in the least lengthy fashion possible.

(how do you feel about redundant goodbyes such as the above?)

Oh, and still nobody’s won the three hundredth post contest yet. Keep commenting, and perhaps YOU shall be the victor!

P.S. And I forgot to mention that my bangs were trimmed tonight! That always leaves me with such a crisp, green-apple-like feeling.

BEDA Installment Twenty-Three: I’m pretty sure my left knee is plotting to kill me.

April 23, 2009

About a week ago, I noticed a small twinge on my left knee. By twinge, I mean a small amount of pain on it when leaned on. Each day, it slowly started hurting more, and now if I lean on it for even a moment, of even if I accidentally brush my hand across it, it hurts most dreadfully. I have been wondering why on earth this is happening, and eventually came to the conclusion that my left knee is, in fact, plotting to kill me. Naturally, if it suddenly killed me all at once, somebody would notice. People would get suspicious and dig around. My knee doesn’t want that to happen. The only logical plan, therefore, is for me to die a slow, painful death. I expect by my birthday it will have schemed with various other joints and I will further begin to suffer. The really annoying (and genius on the knee’s part) thing is, bandaids don’t stay on knees. Not long after putting a bandaid on one’s knee, it will inevitably be pushed off. This is not mere coincidence. Have you not noticed that it ALWAYS happens on knees? There is something going on in this situation, something very fishy indeed. However, my knees are most likely reading this over my shoulder and will COOPERATE in the future. I am going to put a bandaid on each of my knees just as soon as I finish this post, to test this theory. If not, well… there will be severe punishment.

At this very moment, my knees are quietly arguing amongst themselves about how to treat this situation. I know their secrets. What will they do now? My left knee is joking to my right knee, “Don’t worry, she won’t punish us, she KNEEDS us,” and my right knee is slapping the left one right across the ligamentum patella furiously for the ridiculous and uncalled-for pun (you see, I’ve been studying for many long nights).

I don’t know what to do with them anymore. They’re like an old married couple, and seeing as they are part of ME I SHOULD be able to control them, and yet… here, they are, plotting to kill me…

Let me try and take my mind off this frustrating matter.

I read over half of Magical Thinking today, which is a memoir by–you guessed it–Augusten Burroughs. I actually read it last year or maybe the year before, without realizing who it was by, as I’ve mentioned before, but I couldn’t remember much of anything about it so, of course, I decided it was time for a recap. Now that I’m reading it, I am remembering it all, but sometimes it’s nice to read things twice, anyway. The sudden familiarities are comforting.

I also watched two and a half episodes of Twilight Zone. My favorite was one about an old woman who never opened her door for anybody for fear of letting Mr. Death in (as she called him). In the end, the woman unknowingly let him in, in the form of a young police officer who had been shot, and she ended up going with him willingly.

This afternoon near the end of school, I gave a picture of a trio of gnomes (taken at the grocery store and printed today in Photography class) to an extremely hyperactice kid named Michael who previously thought I hated him. It read-
“To: Michael
From: Hope
I don’t hate you.”

I hope the message was clear enough.

Well, now I need to go put bandaids on my knees. We have quite a collection of interesting bandages, and so it will be a tough decision. I’m thinking unicorns and caution tape.

Question Twenty-three: Which of your body parts seems the most sinister?

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 Thirteen: Is that another one of those Nicholas Cage movies?

April 13, 2009

Today I went to the movies with my family, and, no, we didn’t see Knowing, with Nicholas Cage, also known as “Knowing exactly what’s going to happen even with a completely different plot.”  As I’ve spoken about with Rachel on numerous occasions, all of Nicholas Cage’s movies are exactly alike, most of all his various characters.  They’re all sulky, with a dry, sarcastic in a trying-to-be-lovable sort of humor.

So, what did I actually see?  Monsters vs. Aliens, of course.  In 3D!!!  I must admit, it was awesome.  Afterwards, we had Chipotle, and I was wearing my Mountain Goats shirt and thus reminded of the concert, the whiz that it was.

My mother won a contest online for her choice of handmade bookmark.  They’re all shaped like mice of different colors, and she said I could choose one for myself since she doesn’t read all that often.  I chose a little blue one with a sparkle snowflake thing on its ear.

I went in the woods behind my house today, for a brief moment, and there was a tree in the woods that was twisted.  As in, twisted completely around itself, but perfectly uniform, like a humongous wooden candy cane.  Here’s a blurry picture of it, for your viewing pleasure:

I just now discovered this website:
and I must say it is great. After this, I’ll be checking it out thoroughly, or as thoroughly as I can check out a website which seems to be endlessly full of scrumptious words and articles about words and everything relating to obscure words. Ooh, and the guy who made this website is the guy who wrote two books on my birthday list of books that I made two or three years ago! A small world it is.

Earlier today, before the movies, I watched three taped episodes of the Twilight Zone. My favorite was one which is about a pilot who flies into the future, or 1959, from the past, or 1917. The guy who played the pilot was fantastic. He sounded so kind and sweet. He talked about how he was afraid of the German pilots and dreaded flying with the royal flying corps for that very reason, and he had these little curls in front. Here’s a picture. He’s the one on the right:

Isn’t he adorable?

“Witness Flight Lieutenant William Terrance Decker, Royal Flying Corps, returning from a patrol somewhere over France. The year is 1917. The problem is that the Lieutenant is hopelessly lost. Lieutenant Decker will soon discover that a man can be lost not only in terms of maps and miles, but also in time. And time, in this case, can be measured in eternities.”

Apparently, the actor who played him is a British bloke named Kenneth Haigh.

Well, Clara and Emma are watching Hairspray, which I’ve attempted to see but not actually done so a number of times, and I think it’s time for me to really and truly watch it.

Schools starts back again tomorrow. I’m pretty sure I’m glad about that.

Question Thirteen: What is one of the first things you remember from when you were young?

BEDA Installment Six: Who would have thought that the library has everything necessary for a Gene Wilder party?

April 7, 2009

Today was Wednesday Club on Monday, and it was absolutely epic. Rachel, Eleanor, and I ended up being the dynamic trio there, or so the story goes. Rachel and I checked our four Gene Wilder movies (!!!) for the Gene Wilder party we have always planned on having, which will hopefully and most likely be held during Spring Break at Eleanor’s house (if all goes according to plan, it will be in a shed in her backyard– it will be just like camping!). These included Young Frankenstein, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Blazing Saddles, and The Producers. We also found out that Gene has written two novellas, or at least two that we know of, titled My French Whore and The Woman Who Wouldn’t. We’re taking turns reading each of them, with me beginning with the latter title. And guess what? It was so fantastically good that I read it tonight, even in the midst of all of the activities that I will very soon describe.

Firstly, there was Wednesday Club on Monday, as I already stated. (oh yeah, and the library also has every episode of Twilight Zone!!!! that will be perfect for our Twilight Zone party) Next, we (meaning nearly my whole family, except my mother, Zinnia, and Lydia, who stayed home) went on various errands, also including Hour Eyes (why pay more?), where I finally finally finally got my glasses fixed (and it was all free of charge– isn’t that crazy awesome?!?). The nose resters (or whatever they’re called) were missing, and also one of the screws was placed incorrectly, and now it’s all fixed and I feel like my glasses are brand-new once more.

We also went to the pet store to take a look at the fish. I don’t have my tank set up as of yet, but I’ll be setting it up most likely tomorrow and then getting real live, actual fish this weekend, perhaps. Speaking of weekends, tomorrow is the last day of school before Spring Break! Hooray, oh joy of joys! I plan to spend much of the break reading, as I checked out six or seven delightful books of note.

I’m in an even more deliriously happy mood than usual right now, as I just finished my math homework and, surprise, surprise, I understood it! That hardly ever happens– perhaps I’ll manage a B this term. Then again, I would still be thrilled to scrape up a C like last term.

Oh yeah, so, the Gene Wilder novella I read– It’s about this guy named Jeremy (who is a violinist who suffered a nervous breakdown) who falls in love with a seemingly unattainable dying girl named Clara. It sounds a tad cheesy, I’ll admit, but it really isn’t like that at all. The style of writing is so breezy and cheery, even in the sad points, and, above all, it had a happy ending. There’s nothing I love more than a happy ending.

Speaking of happy endings (aren’t I always speaking of something?), I must be off. It’s nearing ten o’ clock, the time I try to be in bed by, and it will be hard enough getting to sleep when I’m this excited.

Farewell, my lovelies.

Question Six: What do you think of book endings, in general?