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1. Catching up on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dracula1897 which I have been shamefully neglecting and man, we really are getting into the good bits now aren't we? *bounces* Go Mina!
2. Watching the first episode of the new dramatisation of Jane Eyre with Mum and tearing it into little itty bitty pieces. You can see the screenwriter's sticky fingr prints all over it; the characters are wooden, their speech sounds like they're delivering lines instead of speaking naturally, a red scarf keeps flapping 'dramatically' from one of the upper windows, Jane has been upgraded to a 'spunky' heroine, there were about two seconds spent on her childhood, huge swathes of character development are missing that should explain why the characters are suddenly acting the way they are... *stops and pants for breath* Also, Rochester is not Rochester! He's just an obnoxious jerk - there's no mystery hanging about him - no sense of dark and deep depths, no brooding. And he's too short.
3. Burning loads of stuff on my brand new shiny dvd burner! It's so quick and quiet - just kind of. Purrs. mmmm. So, yes, have a mountain of cds to transform into a molehill of dvds and it's all very satisfying except timeconsuming.
4. Watching a documentary on a romance fiction and scaring the dog by laughing hysterically when a doctor studying stress came on. Called Angela Clow.
5. Enjoying the benefits of having a teacher as a mother - discount tickets through school trips to the theatre! Went to see Cat on a Hot Tin Roof by Tennesse Williams which I've never looked at before, but immediatley pegged two key elements of the plot - suicide and homosexuality. I now have a sudden craving for RPHS - Tennesse of the angst ridden, southern type, and Oscar Wilde, cynical and biting. I um, may actually end up writing something about this. *contemplates the amount of research it would need and cringes*
6. Eyeing the blind_go entries and trying to guess the authors, then missing the deadline anyway. Probably a good thing. I was a mile of in those I had tried to guess anyway. :p
dracula1897 which I have been shamefully neglecting and man, we really are getting into the good bits now aren't we? *bounces* Go Mina!2. Watching the first episode of the new dramatisation of Jane Eyre with Mum and tearing it into little itty bitty pieces. You can see the screenwriter's sticky fingr prints all over it; the characters are wooden, their speech sounds like they're delivering lines instead of speaking naturally, a red scarf keeps flapping 'dramatically' from one of the upper windows, Jane has been upgraded to a 'spunky' heroine, there were about two seconds spent on her childhood, huge swathes of character development are missing that should explain why the characters are suddenly acting the way they are... *stops and pants for breath* Also, Rochester is not Rochester! He's just an obnoxious jerk - there's no mystery hanging about him - no sense of dark and deep depths, no brooding. And he's too short.
3. Burning loads of stuff on my brand new shiny dvd burner! It's so quick and quiet - just kind of. Purrs. mmmm. So, yes, have a mountain of cds to transform into a molehill of dvds and it's all very satisfying except timeconsuming.
4. Watching a documentary on a romance fiction and scaring the dog by laughing hysterically when a doctor studying stress came on. Called Angela Clow.
5. Enjoying the benefits of having a teacher as a mother - discount tickets through school trips to the theatre! Went to see Cat on a Hot Tin Roof by Tennesse Williams which I've never looked at before, but immediatley pegged two key elements of the plot - suicide and homosexuality. I now have a sudden craving for RPHS - Tennesse of the angst ridden, southern type, and Oscar Wilde, cynical and biting. I um, may actually end up writing something about this. *contemplates the amount of research it would need and cringes*
6. Eyeing the blind_go entries and trying to guess the authors, then missing the deadline anyway. Probably a good thing. I was a mile of in those I had tried to guess anyway. :p
