last night i was kind of tricked into seeing new moon. i mean, i dunno, that’s probably giving myself too much credit. some friends of ours wanted to see it and for about 20 minutes the ak and i were swept away in some kind of weird twilight hysteria. by the time we came to our senses, we were sitting in the theater waiting for the previews to start.
i intermittently laughed and cringed at the overwrought dialogue, adolescent moping and sparkly-vampire drama. i’ve never read any of the books or seen the first movie, so i’ll admit: i don’t get it. that being said, i hope everyone out there who is a fan of this saga realizes that edward and bella aren’t in love. they’re in a co-dependent, borderline emotionally abusive relationship, and if my teenage daughter found herself mired in the kind of angst and depression that bella experienced, i wouldn’t let her stare out the window for four months straight. i’d send her to counseling.
the only remotely cool things about this movie were jacob’s hair before he cut it, and the volturi. honestly, i would have had more fun watching 130 minutes of footage that cut between jacob’s hair blowing in the wind and the volturi acting superior and creepy. oh yeah, and the other good part was the bon iver/ st. vincent song.
in conclusion, let me leave you with some quotes from different reviews of this movie:
I can’t comment on the acting because I didn’t catch Pattinson, Stewart and Lautner doing any. They basically primp and pose through the same humdrum motions they did before.—Peter Travers (Rolling Stone)
All three lovers are so joyless, it’s hard to imagine why any of them would want to spend eternity together.—David Germain (AP)
The Twilight Saga: New Moon takes the tepid achievement of Twilight, guts it, and leaves it for undead.—Robert Ebert (Chicago Tribune)
As Edward, Pattinson is all pale passion and tortured restraint; his eyebrows, like muskrats determined to mate, hunch together in the middle of his sunken face; the few times he smiles, it looks as if it hurts, and he still seems reluctant to move his mouth when he talks.—Nancy Gibbs (Time Magazine) (muskrats! omg!)
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"There are those who talk about God’s cause, and about wanting to serve that cause. This is all very fine, but how, exactly, is this to be interpreted? The common view thinks that God has a cause in the human sense of the word, that he is some kind of advocate, interested in having his cause win and therefore eager to help the person who would serve his cause, and so forth. If we follow this line of thinking God becomes a minor character who arrives at the embarrassing dilemma of needing human beings.
No, no! God has no cause, is no advocate in this sense. For God everything is infinitely nothing. Any second he wills it, everything, including all opposition to his cause, becomes nothing. Wanting to serve God’s cause can never mean the same thing as coming to his aid. He is quite able to accomplish his will alone."
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The three McSparran children in the shower together are wonderfully illustrative of entropy, the degenerative chaos at work in the universe.
If posting to Tumblr were like breathing I’d either be that kid at camp who won the breath-holding competition or I’d have died a month ago.
- Emma: Daddy, can I do pretend homework?
- Me: umm...sure.
- Emma: Yah!
We are redoing our dining room and we hope to get this tiny fan to go in there.
Today I tried to go drop off some items at the Goodwill and/or Salvation Army. They would only take about half of what I brought. I found out today that I have lower standards that the Goodwill since these were items from my house. They were both very polite in rejecting my item. The best item to be rejected was a long, low dresser. There was nothing wrong with it except that a drawer fell out of the dresser and out of the truck somewhere on-route. The best part is that I found the drawer laying on the side of the road on my way home! I am going to go risk getting rejected again as soon as Karin gets back from the grocery store.
One time I stayed up until 3 am making a new chart to plan out all my classes for next year. I’ve only been out of school a week; I am such a work-a-holic dork.
When we finally redo our stairs, I want to build this.
