Hi all.
Be heading off for work soonish, so this won't be a long post :-)
But I'm in a sort of ridiculously excited mood because MY TEA WITH WATSON PERFUME CAME TODAY! SO EXCITED!
And it smells of cinnamon and other gorgeous things. I'm going to be sniffing my wrists all afternoon now. Also. Go and listen to some Cabin Pressure. I'm going to spruik the heck out of Cabin Pressure forever. Because it's awesome.
“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
Tuesday 28 February 2012
Saturday 25 February 2012
BBC Emma, Episode Two
Was going to do all the episodes of Emma one after another... then the internet went slow. I've lost momentum, but here's episode two: (click on the pictures for larger versions)
It was a sweet view—sweet to the eye and the mind. English verdure,
English culture, English comfort, seen under a sun bright, without being
oppressive.
A mind lively and at ease, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer.
There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.
It was a delightful visit—perfect, in being much too short.
There are secrets in all families.
Surprizes are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable.
It is always incomprehensible to a man that a woman should ever
refuse an offer of marriage. A man always imagines a woman to be ready
for anybody who asks her.
The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, "Men never know
when things are dirty or not;" and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to
himself, "Women will have their little nonsense and needless cares."
Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does.
I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.
Oh! dear; I was so miserable! I am sure I must have been as white as my gown.
How can Emma imagine she has any thing to learn herself, while Harriet is presenting such a delightful inferiority?
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
There was no getting at her real opinion. Wrapt up in a cloak of politeness, she seemed determined to hazard nothing.
The charm of an object to occupy the many vacancies of Harriet's mind was not to be talked away.
Young ladies are delicate plants. They should take care of their health and their complexion.
What right had he to come among us with affection
and faith engaged, and with manners so very disengaged? What right had
he to endeavour to please, as he certainly did—to distinguish any one
young woman with persevering attention, as he certainly did—while he
really belonged to another?—How could he tell what mischief he might be
doing?
How much I love every thing that is decided and open!
A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he
takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.
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Saturday 18 February 2012
BBC Emma, Episode 1
Rewatched the latest BBC version of Jane Austen's Emma the other day. It's one of my favourite adaptations. The casting is perfect, the costumes are gorgeous and the entire colour palette of the miniseries has me delirious. So, although I have not her skill nor her patience, I decided to take a leaf out of Erin's book and try my hand at some screen capping. My computer is horrible and produces some of the worst screen caps that exist, so steel yourself for some dodgy attempts at colour and quality enhancement on my part.
"Mr. Knightley, in fact, was one of the few people who could see faults
in Emma Woodhouse, and the only one who ever told her of them...."
"amusing herself in the consideration of the blunders which often arise
from a partial knowledge of circumstances, of the mistakes which people
of high pretensions to judgment are for ever falling into...."
"Where little minds belong to rich people in authority, I
think they have a knack of swelling out, till they are quite as unmanageable as
great ones."
"Vanity, working on a weak head, produces every sort of
mischief."
"Her character depends upon those she is with; but in good hands she will turn out a valuable woman."
Silly things do cease to be silly if
they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.
"He could not see her in a situation of such danger without trying to preserve her. It was his duty."
"One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.'"
"Doing just what she liked;
highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgments, but directed chiefly by her own. The
real evils, indeed, of Emma's situation were the power of having rather too much
her own way, and a disposition to think a little too well of herself...."
"I cannot make speeches, Emma . . . If I loved you less, I
might be able to talk about it more."
"the resolution of her own better conduct, and the hope that, however
inferior in spirit and gaiety might be the following and every future
winter of her life to the past, it would yet find her more rational,
more acquainted with herself, and leave her less to regret when it were
gone."
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Monday 13 February 2012
I hear the drizzle of the rain Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls.
Well spent evening:
After spending my afternoon cooking beef stir fry and singing and dancing Ringarosies and the Dingle Dangle Scarecrow I decided to spend a luxurious evening in with:
The voice acting and character design in this are somewhat spectacular, particularly
the hero and villain. Though I'm sure the images from this terrifying
film will haunt me for weeks. Oh, and the DVD menu is horrible.
All I need now is my dressing gown...
After spending my afternoon cooking beef stir fry and singing and dancing Ringarosies and the Dingle Dangle Scarecrow I decided to spend a luxurious evening in with:
Cat
Two small squares of dark (cooking) chocolate
One mug of vanilla tea
One laptop (which I can't take a picture of because I'm using the webcam... which can't take pictures of itself)
My knitting
The Blind Banker because I've realised that I can plug my USB into the television and watch Sherlock that way. Doing a mini marathon before A Scandal in Belgravia! (Tomorrow: The Great Game!)
Basil the Great Mouse Detective because I apparently have a masochistic streak. Looked up from blogging just now in time for this moment:
All I need now is my dressing gown...
Thursday 9 February 2012
Floating on a sunset cloud... of pain.
Ah, the reason for my panic attack of yesterday has become more plain to me... unexpected pre-lady-time! Whilst researching this post (because, of course, all my blogs are meticulously pre-researched) I found some interesting euphemisims for 'that special time of the month' but none I'd feel comfortable adopting, even for a one-off blog post, so I decided to invent my own. From now on I shall refer to 'floating on a sunset cloud', which hopefully is icky and unsettling enough for everybody - though not quite as pretty and delicate as 'the tears of my disappointed uterus', which is an honest-to-goodness thing someone said somewhere. Don't worry, I'm not about to spend a great deal of time discussing MENSTRUATION because it is, in fact, quite gross. In case you didn't know.
Instead I'll tell you that in an attempt to ignore the pain that nurofen is doing a lousy job at defeating, I'm listening to Peter Gabriel and music from The Rescuers.
I shall also here express my simultaneous emotions of befuddlement that people in general do not find the face of Benedict Cumberbatch completely gorgeous and marvelloustastic
and intense frustration that stupid Channel 9 will not hurry up and give us Australians a damn release date for Sherlock season 2!
Oh.
No.
Just looked it up... and they have. It's next Wednesday evening. My brother's birthday. I AM SO ANNOYED RIGHT NOW. And the episode has a dominatrix and nudity and stuff in it, so watching it with my family is not going to be an option.
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Deep breaths. There is such a thing as catch up TV. At least there had better be. Though the fact that I will probably have to resort to such a thing is annoying beyond all belief, particularly seeing as the one reason (besides the law) that I didn't just download it off the internet back in January (which was pretty tempting, let me tell you), is because I didn't want to use up downloads on something that I would be able to watch on television legally anyway. AUGH.
I shall hereby assauge my feelings with some more Cumberbatchery thus:
Instead I'll tell you that in an attempt to ignore the pain that nurofen is doing a lousy job at defeating, I'm listening to Peter Gabriel and music from The Rescuers.
I shall also here express my simultaneous emotions of befuddlement that people in general do not find the face of Benedict Cumberbatch completely gorgeous and marvelloustastic
and intense frustration that stupid Channel 9 will not hurry up and give us Australians a damn release date for Sherlock season 2!
Oh.
No.
Just looked it up... and they have. It's next Wednesday evening. My brother's birthday. I AM SO ANNOYED RIGHT NOW. And the episode has a dominatrix and nudity and stuff in it, so watching it with my family is not going to be an option.
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Deep breaths. There is such a thing as catch up TV. At least there had better be. Though the fact that I will probably have to resort to such a thing is annoying beyond all belief, particularly seeing as the one reason (besides the law) that I didn't just download it off the internet back in January (which was pretty tempting, let me tell you), is because I didn't want to use up downloads on something that I would be able to watch on television legally anyway. AUGH.
I shall hereby assauge my feelings with some more Cumberbatchery thus:
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Wednesday 8 February 2012
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What is wroooong with me? I have had opportunities to do nice and good
things that are nice and good and my brain is like 'now is the time to
be cynical and angry for no reason. Enjoy.' In a place right now of... not poverty, because that implies desperation, but financial discomfort. Will have to go and look for work very soon. When I can afford the petrol to drive to places and apply for jobs. Which is pretty damn scary. And phoning people and looking up avaliable jobs is proving ridiculously challenging right now. I'm sorry for being so babyish.
Went back to work for a few hours in the afternoon yesterday and today. Lovely to see the babsies again, but I'm still in a state of continually simmering panic. My comfort zone is infinitely too small and stupidly uncomfortable.
Good night folks.
Went back to work for a few hours in the afternoon yesterday and today. Lovely to see the babsies again, but I'm still in a state of continually simmering panic. My comfort zone is infinitely too small and stupidly uncomfortable.
Good night folks.
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