I used to be a writer. When I was four years old, my parents taught me how to read and write my name and address. This was so I could get my library card. The world opened up to me. I was going every day. They had to stay there with me…for hours, until I got my fill…and then have me check out books for third graders. Only then, could I have books that I did not need to return tomorrow. The hours? So I could absorb as many of the books for those my age as possible. On drives, I remember reading all of the stop signs, and lights, and fast food signs…everything.
Within a few years, I begged for a typewriter (this was the late 80s/early 90s), and I GOT ONE! It was amazing. I was SOOOO excited. I wrote ALL OF THE TIME. Not in all caps, like that. I would have chucked those pages. This is for emphasis. I loved it so, though.
I mainly wrote short stories. Even through junior high I was writing, short plays, that would occupy my friends, mainly. In high school? Abysmal poetry was my jam. I thought that if it actually stuck to the rules that it was too mainstream, so a lot of it was complete nonsense.
As an adult, the pressures of life, and my more limited imagination led to this, my blog. I mean, not ONLY this. I wrote at other places on the web as well, but rarely fiction. That marked a bit of a change for me. I loved sharing everything that I was enamored with with the world. It was amazing. It was the grown up version of the e-zine that I had published in high school, only way better.
However, this has change been the biggest. During the last three years I have rarely written at all. Right now I feel the urge to write, and what am I talking about? Writing. No offense to the lovely authors that I adore, but this is often an exercise in how to deal with procrastination and/or writer’s block.
Do nonfiction writers/bloggers get writer’s block? I would have to say yes. Nearly two months ago, I had a huge revelation, but I cannot blame that solely for this. I mean this had been going on for a while.
I do not know my current end game. I only know that this blog will not fully end, not any time soon. I pay to keep it up…every month. I do this for a reason, even if I do not fully know why yet.
What was there to do, she pondered. Seven hours until I’m outta here. Not much to do, okay, not really anything to do, except sustenance. She did need to eat. Dying phone (plus no physical map either, fucking present), what’s a girl to do? Remember a previous time in this city, but of course.
It’d been a year, yeah, things change. She found it though, she fucking found it! Her yummy Mexican eatery. Overwhelming arrival? YES! Last year they had mentioned switching to a sports bar theme, but she didn’t know if that’d really go over. It totally did, like gangbusters, in fact.
She asked the hostess if she could get grub at the bar. After a yes, she made her way there. Fuck waiting on a table for one. Fuck that for sure.
What awaited her? A super “IMPORTANT” national sports event. Yeah, not her style. Looking back, it’d seem more calculated than it really was, but she scoped out the bar. She spotted “kindred” souls but it was a flock, a flock of dudes, not her style. She was more like a guy, go for the unencumbered one. Plus, he was hot.
A bit of chattering (not quite flirting, though), but it seemed there was a viable specimen. Cute and willing to chat. Don’t be too eager with food, her inner monologue instructed, that comes off poorly for women, stupid double standards.
Eventually, she got her grub on. More importantly, she was able to chat up the hot, single dude at the bar, conveniently seated directly to her right.
After a few brewskis, hours of a sport she just could not get into and some light flirting, she made a move and it fucking worked. SCORE!!!
They “hung” for a few hours. It was nice, it was sweet, it was sexy. She had no regrets. It was a nice time. That can be an anomaly in times like that.
“Pack my bags and mount my horse I’m gonna ride on into the next town Spend all my money on absolutely nothing Need no man to pay for anything”-Imani Coppola-Legend Of A Cowgirl
“I roam from town to town I go through life without a care”-Dion
While reading through the LAMB‘s retweets I came across many bloggers participating in a super awesome blogathon. The Life, Love and the Movies blogathon is fantastic. It reminds me of those surveys we used to do on Myspace that you now see pop up on tumblr or occasionally Facebook, except it’s all about movies and how they have related to your life and your love life, specifically. Get ready to learn a lot about me.
1. What was the first movie you saw in the cinema and what do you remember about that visit?
I saw Who Framed Roger Rabbit when I was 5. My older brother took me because my little sister (who was 2) had to be taken to see a doctor. We don’t remember what she was sick for or anything though. I was very excited to see a movie in the theater. I still love the film BTW.
2. Are there any movies you have very strong memories of which are not because of the movie (for example something which happened at the time you were watching it)?
I usually give a movie my full attention. I have two memories from the theater that come to mind but they are due to the movies themselves. I saw W. with my sister when it came out. She wasn’t going to be in town for very long so when we realized that the movie was wasting our time together (we were so bored) we walked out. That’s the only movie I’ve ever walked out of. I also remember seeing that Heath Ledger fantasy film, The Brothers Grimm. It wasn’t very good but the reason that it comes to mind is that the theater was having a glitch and the film stopped about three times. We were not amused.
I also remember a few movies that were so exciting because they were like events. Titanic was exciting as a horny 14 year old girl. It was also the first movie that I saw that had an intermission. When the Star Wars films were re-released (and later the first prequel) we went to see them during a midnight screening. Waiting in line with all of the huge Star Wars fans (as I’d become once I saw them) was exciting and the original was my first midnight screening. As an adult my most anticipated movie that my sister and I went to see at midnight was The Simpsons Movie. It was awesome to be there with all of the other Simpsons fans in their tees. There was a problem with our theater’s projector though so we had to move after getting there early and picking out prime seats. It still rocked though.
3. Which movies had a big impact on you and changed a (small) part of your view on life?
One of my dad’s favorite movies is The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He was a big fan of watching it on Halloween when I was a kid. I think that helped with realizing that there were people out there who didn’t conform to social norms. As a little kid I didn’t get that it was so sexual.
Trainspotting, A Clockwork Orange and Fight Club are some movies I saw as a teenager that changed my outlook on life. They showed me that some people live outside of what society expects of us. Even though I can be materialistic I like the idea of materialism not making you happy as they mention in Trainspotting and Fight Club. A Clockwork Orange also appeals to that side of me that believes that people never fully change. Plus as an atheist I think it’s hilarious when he reads the bible for the violence.
4. Do you have any comfort movies which you return to because you are in a specific mood (for example if you are feeling down/nursing a heartbreak)?
Showgirls is my favorite movie. If I’m in a depression it helps a little.
5. If a movie would be made about your life, what type of movie would it be and who would you like to portray you?
It would be awesome if it were a sex comedy. Since it would be about me though it would have to have my issues (not just my sometimes awesome sex life) in it. So maybe Amanda Seyfried. She’s a great actress with blonde hair (I’m not natural but I always go back to it) who has had IRL issues with anxiety and panic attacks. Plus she’s not naturally that thin so she could easily gain a little weight to look more like me. Acting wise I adore Nicole Kidman. I guess she could also do it since she can do anything.
6. Which existing movie best represents you?
As someone who figured out that they have PDD-NOS (basically asperger’s, autism spectrum disorder) and was bullied a lot in school I totally relate to that part of Ben X, which sucks. I’m not a gamer though. As an adult in that regard it would be Adam, even though I am not a fan of Rose Byrne.
I don’t think any movie really represents me though. Maybe The Net? I know most don’t care for it, but I totally do. Ways Angela Bennett (Sandra Bullock) is like me: she works from home on a computer, orders pizza online, saves up money for vacations in which she dresses provocatively, drinks and sleeps with a stranger. She’s very alienated so it’s possible she suffers from a bit of social anxiety, especially since she is pretty paranoid even before everything happens. So yeah, that one.
7. If you knew you would die tomorrow, what would be the last movie you would want to see?
8. If you can spend your life working in the film industry, what would you be and why? (you know, director, producer, actor, cinematographer, costume designer, sound designer etc?)
I wanted to be an actor when I was young. I love clothes but I don’t think I could deal with the actors’ demands and weight concerns. I’d want to write/direct these days.
1. Did you ever have a first kiss with someone while at the cinema and if so which movie was playing?
No. I’ve given hjs to a bf at the movies though.
2. What is your favorite movie relationship and why?
When Harry Met Sally is definitely up there. It actually sucks that they wasted years just hanging out when they could have been dating when you think about it but I end up going back to it often. A completely different example of onscreen love that I adore is Secretary. BDSM and fear of commitment! If you mean a movie in general, not just a romance, a great family dynamic is played out between the sisters in In Her Shoes. If I watch that I have to be prepared to cry and call my sister.
3. When did your love for movies start and how has it grown?
I’ve been watching movies since childhood as a result of my father being really into movies. I didn’t really think about the reality or impact of movies until I was in junior high. I think that’s when I started truly appreciating and studying them. Although when we were kids we still did really like watching movies. The local video store had a one day rental on new releases so if we loved something we had to re watch it the next morning before it went back.
4. If you have to choose one film to watch with your loved one, what would it be and why?
This depends on the day and what’s happening. Tangled is awesome and family friendly though.
5. If you can choose one character from a movie to be your significant other who would it be and why?
Either Indiana Jones or Christian from Moulin Rouge. Christian from Moulin Rouge as played by Ewan McGregor (sighs) is super sweet and I think he’d always be there for you. However Indiana Jones is fuckin’ Indiana Jones, I mean he reads, he travels and he’s played by Harrison Ford at his sexiest! Sure, he’s emotionally unavailable but I bet he’s great in the sack!
6. What was the first movie that made you fall in in love with film and cinema?
I can’t really pinpoint this. The Wizard of Oz has always loomed large though. I also remember being really excited when I got to see Beetlejuice when I was 6, not just because it looked awesome but because it was rated PG!
7. How did your passion for movies turn you into a movie blogger?
I’ve been writing since I picked up a pencil (age 4). I used to write fiction but as I grew older I started writing outside of that. When I was a teen I had a psych class that forced us to keep a journal. I was at a point when I didn’t have that much going on so I would often write a short review of a movie I’d seen over the weekend on Mondays.
8. What is your favorite date from a movie?
This is a tough one. I’m going to go with Before Sunrise though. It’s great how they seize the moment and feel that immediate connection.
Click here to answer these questions for yourselves fellow movie lovers!
“I feel like Nancy”, she stated gleefully, sipping an iced coffee in booty shorts. He just smiled, saying nothing. Having watched the premium cable show about a coffee sipping, scantily clad, dope dealing mom together he knew to what she was referring. There were speeding down a highway in the summer sun. She wasn’t worried about a destination. She assumed there wasn’t one. He just liked to drive sometimes.
She felt sexy, content and loved. Maybe he was driving out to another town or going to turn abruptly and take in some nature. Either way they were together.
To soon he turned into a rough looking housing development. She hadn’t been there since childhood but the sign stating their location made her uneasy. “I’ll just run over there and talk to those guys, stay here”, he instructed her, gesturing to his van.
Nervousness creeped up on her as he crossed over to a group of men in his incredibly unfortunate ensemble. His preppy, high end mall wear clashed with their baggy casualness. She cringed as they made him produce his driver’s license.
Eventually he returned, trying not to look flustered, “I don’t have a connection here”. A few minutes later one of the men came over, “It looks bad with you sitting here, drive around the corner”. “You’re not gonna beat me man are you?”, he inquired, now obviously worried. “No, just go around there”.
“Maybe we should just leave, I think they’re gonna beat me”, he repeated his phrase for someone just keeping his dough. They didn’t leave though. A different man walked over a few minutes later, asking for more money for his wife, who was standing around with their kids, offering him something better. He agreed, though he once again asked, “are you gonna beat me?”.
Not long after she turned her head slowly to try to avoid the scene. Three men, features partially obscured by bandannas were thrusting guns into his face as he handed over the remainder of his money.
As they sped away he repeatedly apologized, “I never should have put you in that situation, I never will again”. She was in shock. She couldn’t speak on the way home.
Upon entering the kitchen she immediately poured them tall drinks, lots of whiskey. “I’m so sorry”. She thrust him his drink, “let’s never talk about it”.