DAMN YOU, BLOG

Can you imagine the frustration
Of trying to pen a post
And have it erased
Once you've finished all of your thoughts?

I wrote a post about Harry
Potter, of course. It was great.
More precisely, the book was better
But that's often the case
Is it not?

I went with a friend
Whom doesn't read them;
The books, that is,
She waits for the movie.

I told her I couldn't understand
Not wanting to know how things play out.
But she prefers her way,
And I mine.
That's life.

I am starting to wonder
If I fell in love
At the age of fifteen.
I've never really recovered.

I've loved the same guy
For all of these years
And I couldn't imagine
Marrying anyone else.

He's the guy I compare
All the others too.
And often turns out
That they don't stack-up.

He's my best friend.
He makes me laugh.
He grates on my nerves.
Sometimes I want to kill him.

Oh, dear.

YES, I SAW HARRY POTTER...D'UH

And it was enjoyable, indeed. Quite long, though it had to be to fit-in all of the material. Not as good as the third one, movie-wise. I wish they would have stuck with the director from the last one because he seemed to focus more on the emotional journey of the characters. This one seemed like they were really focused on trying to get all of the stuff that happens in (and it's a LOT), and they lost the smaller, character moments. And there was even a good amount of stuff left out. Anywho, it was still cool to see all the things I'd been picturing in my head come to life on screen.

I went with a friend that's never read any of the books! Wha?? As enjoyable as the movies have been, the books are still a Ka-Jillion times better than any movie could be. My argument was if she enjoys the movies and the characters so much, how can she not want to know the story in the author's own voice? To understand the little nuances of things and the small details of the world she created? I am an avid reader in general, so someone preferring to "wait for the movie" just doesn't compute with me. I'm like, "But what happens to these characters is out there, in a book, right now...you could KNOW." She's over it. Oh well, can't win 'em all.


On a different note, I had a completely enjoyable Sunday. I got a massage and went on a hike and memorized a sonnet and had dinner with a friend and spread-out like a fruit roll-up on the couch to watch innocuous television. Good times.

SONNET FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT OF THE DAY

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face;
For no man well of such a salve can speak
That heals the wound, but cures not the disgrace.
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I still have the loss.
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love
sheds'
And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

Ahhhhh....love. I love love love this film. So beautifully done and subtly performed; really my favorite of the year. I saw in the first time on Friday with some friends that didn't like it because they were enamored with the Colin Firth version and couldn't see past that. And then I saw it again on Sunday (which is how you know I like it, to sit through it twice in one weekend), and the friend I saw it with that night enjoyed it immensely, despite knowing and loving the Colin Firth version. I haven't seen the other version, so I have no basis of comparison, I just know that I loved this film. I tried to place my finger on what exactly I liked about it while watching it a second time, and came to this conclusion; it made me feel like the first time I understood one of Shakespeare's sonnets completely. The depth of that kind of love and the poetry in it's description; it all makes you want to live a little more gracefully and with more gentle purpose. It makes me feel like sitting on a hill under a tree in a light rain while reading a book and sighing into the wind. Ahh, flights of fancy.

But, I really must recommend seeing this film. The performances are subtle and captivating and must surely be recognized this award season. Donald Sutherland as the father was so endearing and such a reminder of my relationship with my dad that it brought a sweet lump to my throat.

Other than that, I have lost my voice. ME. The supreme talker. How absurd. I got a little sick and then blew my voice out at work and now I sound like a raspy jazz singer. I am doing my best to not speak at all today. Tough one, that.


LOVELY P AND P MOMENT OF THE DAY

They dislike each other instantly, right? Everyone knows the story. Well, one of the first signs that they are affecting one another is when Lizzy goes to get into a carriage and finds that a hand is helping her up, and it is Darcy's. The physical contact shakes her, and while he is walking away, he flexes the hand that touched hers, as if electricity had shot through it. I love that crap!

THE OLD MAN IS SNORING?

"It's raining, it's pouring; the old man is snoring. He bumped his head and went to bed and didn't get up in the morning." Wha? What kind of poem is that? Were his kids trying to kill him? What does a guy getting a concussion have to do with the rain. Isn't it funny the rhymes and songs we repeat when we're children that we really don't understand?

So, I was at work last night on my night off, hanging with some friends, and one my bosses comes up to me and asks if I want to work that night. I was like "Are you kidding...look how adorable I look right now." But he wasn't kidding and they really needed help, so I went home and changed and came back to work for about two hours. While I am bummed I am not having a night off this week until Sunday, it worked out better that instead of spending money going out, I made some money and was still off in time to have a drink with my friends at the end of the night. And that's life.


AUNT MEGHAN'S TOP-CONTENDER BABY NAMES FOR FUTURE NEPHEW

Logan Douglas Ayola Carver Douglas Ayola
Avedon Douglas Ayola Moriarty Marshall Ayola (joke)
Marshall Douglas Ayola

*yawn*...NICE NAP

Allrighty kids, I'm back. So Sorry for the long time away, and I am certain I have lost most of your readership by now, but I just took a little "intellectual breather". I honestly had too much to say about everything going on in my life and in the world, and I didn't know where to begin every time I wanted to come back. But, here I am. Voila.

Not much has changed since we last spoke, but I'll update you on the finer points.


My ridiculously adorable niece has turned THREE!! Can you believe it? She's huge. If you click on the link to my bro-in-law's blog, you can see her three-year portrait. She defines the word precocious and she's a very smart girl. I love her to pieces.

My sister has become a baby-house, once again! She will be having a bouncing baby BOY in the springtime. I am so excited, I could spit. I was the first one to know that she had gotten preggo after she found out because I was at her house when she took the test. I knew they had been trying and all, and I was sitting on her couch watching TV when she comes out of the bathroom and shows me this white stick. It took me a moment to figure out what it was and what it meant, but when I did, I jumped around the room shouting "Woo-Hoo!!". I knew the moment she told me that it was going to be a boy; I just knew. They weren't so sure. They found out a week ago that I was right. Always listen to the Aunt.

Still slingin' liquor in my current gig on the Sunset strip, clinging on for dear life. I work for some people that like to scare people into selling better by holding their jobs above their heads. Never mind the fact that it's the slow season and the economy isn't what it should be; sales are down, it must be the fault of the bartenders. Couldn't be that less people are coming through the door. Whatever. Business is business, I guess. We have monthly meetings because our owner likes to think he's some kind of CEO. He has us show up to a hotel meeting room on the first Saturday of every month to tell us how wonderful a businessman he is and how we should never dare to steal from him and don't be so silly as to want the holiday's off because we're a business like any other and in any other field they couldn't request off for the holidays. Ummm...wait, isn't every other business (for the most part) closed on the holidays?? Don't play that card, just tell us we can't have off. We're young; we're not children.

Nobody special in my life at the moment. I had a brief and very amusing affair with a man I NEVER thought I would date. I mean, this guy was so far on the opposite spectrum of the guys I am usually attracted to and yet, there you go. Motorcycle, tattoos, never-shaves, party's hard...good times. Like I said, brief and ill-fated, but amusing. Got it out of my system.

Hmm...I think that's about enough for me to talk about for this first foray back. I'll have more to say about the current political climate and such when I write again.

I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND OF THE DAY

I get that guys are all about the football. But do you really have to watch EVERY NFL game and EVERY college game on Saturday and Sunday? I mean, really? All of them? End of the day, it's just a game. Do you really need to uber-analyze every aspect of the players and their records and the yards they ran and who's going to be good and whom used to be good and blah blah blah? My roommate is a football-freak and tends to try and claim the TV on the weekends for whatever game is on ALL day. NO!! No more. How long until the Super Bowl?