Upon my mother’s death all of my family members at one point or another were harassed by a yellow butterfly. I kept seeing yellow butterflies show up everywhere I went, even on the job interview that landed me my first job. I kept thinking, “How strange.” I of course thought this was stranger upon hearing about my families experiences as well. It wasn’t until today I happened upon a site that speaks of butterflies as omens. Continue reading “Butterflies in the…office”
I remember one of my film writing professor mentioning once how easy it would have been to mess up Lars and the Real Girl. There were many ways to do so, but I am certain that he and audiences alike were determined this would be through sex. After all, if Lars is going to have a relationship with the doll then why would the writer or director not include that scene? The answer is because they were smart. The film is handled in such a way that surprised me and when a local Blockbuster went of out business some time ago, the film became a part of my movie collection.
For a while now my radio will randomly shut off. This has more to do with the CD player in my car and I’m not sure what is wrong with it. I’m positive this has to do with a wire somehow because while sometimes the CD player just shuts off and other times it shuts off and unlocks/locks my doors. Either way this has made my mornings and afternoon drives super frustrating. Some days it doesn’t shut off at all, which is awesome. Other mornings I feel like I’m a part of a phone call where I’m trying to tell the other person the connection is bad and to stop talking and call me back later. This has prompted a bunch of insane outbursts from me. Granted, driving in general prompts a bunch of insane outbursts from me, which I will write about at a later time, that includes random profanity I have been trying to use less.
In 1960, Alfred Hitchcock changed the face of horror and the way movies were viewed entirely with birth of Psycho. While he was known as the Master of Suspense beforehand, Psycho was the film that sealed his nickname for decades to come. There are directors that have of course come close to producing features that take audiences on a thrill ride, but still none like Hitchcock. In fact, after watching a documentary through my cable provider, Dial H for Hitchcock (1999), I learned even more about Psycho.
I feel like I ghosted my own site for a couple of days last week. My apologies to all of you. That is mostly due to letting a text I received earlier in the week get to me in ways I never wanted something to affect me. Feeling vulnerable is not easy. People make feeling vulnerable out to be this easy task, but the truth is it’s not. I did not want to speak about the majority of how I felt because admitting those feelings made them true. But the truth is as good as I was feeling, just like that I felt worthless all over again. I felt, and continue to feel, as if I’m not good enough in certain areas of my life. People’s words are far more degrading and condensing than they might intend for them to be and the receiver is often left wondering how to take them. We are left being told that everything will be okay ultimately because the same person who just made us feel this way says so. If only.
A while back I received an email asking me to review a foreign film. I’m still flattered I was seeked out for this review. The review in question is about the French film, The Hedgehog. The film is based off of the New York Times bestseller entitled “The Elegance of the Hedgehog“ by Muriel Barbery. Like most other New York Times bestsellers the film has recently be adapted for audiences, but this time in French. Don’t worry, if this is something you are interested in as there are subtitles! And subtitles are never a bad thing. Don’t let them intimidate you or deter you away from viewing this film. Continue reading “The Hedgehog film review”
Being overweight my entire life has provided me with a different outlook than some of my other friends. I’ve had sentences said to me over the years that quite frankly suck. I’ve had assumptions made about me over the years that are the furthest thing from the actual truth. A while back I noticed a good friend of mine online posting her progress with walking so I started walking. I told myself to do at least 10,000 steps everyday humanly possible after work. I stuck with this for a while and my goal is to get back to that eventually. I want the weight off is all I know. I don’t have to be a size 0, but I would like to be at least a size twelve. I’ve always said that if that size is good enough for Marilyn Monroe it is good enough for me. Now for my height, I don’t know how good it will look on me but still.
A friend of mine and I were talking recently about good customer service. I also talked to a man from the company, Power, we purchased new windows from about this as well. he pointed out to me that most of the time the main time people want to leave a review is when something has gone wrong. I couldn’t disagree with this, but I also haven’t gone out of my way to leave bad reviews online either. Most of the time in fact I try to leave good reviews about the experiences I have places. I especially love being able to say, “This place has the best customer service.” The goal of any company is to build a solid relationship with their customer(s) because that is what makes us loyal consumers. We will always go back to a place where we had good experiences. We will always go back to places that fix a mistake. While I cannot say I am breaking up with Moviepass, I paid for the annual pass back in December so I’m with ’em at least until then, I can understand why people are breaking up with this company currently.
Scream (1996) was a token part of my teenage years. This might sound strange or even pathetic to some, but just like yesterday there is a memory of sitting in my room, glued to my small television set in awe of the opening sequence. Who could believe that Drew Barrymore was not going make it through in the entire film? The opening scene even ranked in Bravo’s 100 Scariest Movie Moments at number 13. And despite the number of horror films I already viewed at my young age, I can still remember yelling at my television that Jason Voorhees was the killer in Friday the 13th along with Casey Becker. The correct answer of course is Mrs. Voorhees, which made me feel like a complete idiot. I got a horror trivia question wrong and played right into the killer’s hands!