Fantastic Mr. Fox

Last wednesday, I finally took my friend Robato-san to see Fantastic Mr. Fox. I get free tickets, and it had been a while since I had seen a movie in theaters. I'm so busy all the time that I rarely get to see movies, event though I work at a theater.

Fantastic Mr. Fox was, as I'm sure every movie critic has described, fantastic. Based off the Roald Dahl book, Wes Anderson took the story of a fox who moves into a house next door to some very mean men who do not want him there and transformed it into its film formatt. Filled with dry humor, both polite and modern humor, Fantastic Mr. Fox does what most children films had been lacking, substance. Pixar had been picking up the slack for a while with movies like UP and Ratatouille focusing on characters and their flaws and how the overcome them. Mr. Fox does it with class. In the film, they touh on existentialism, what it means to be a human or a fox, what it means to sacrifice and give a part of one's self, and what community means, what growing up means.

I appreciate this film for it's rounded, sanded nature, and I also appreciated it because it effing fantastic.

Novel

I have an interesting idea for a novel and it came to me through a song. I'm not sure if I should go through with it though, because it requires some research and perhaps some real involvement. It's also a subject that may not appeal to some. Yet, I really like the idea of taking a typically bad character and turning that character good. Not like, "oh he's so bad, but wait, oh he's good now" more like, "wow, so not all of them are bad," but not necessarily. You know how you can take a rat, give him a name, change a quality about it, and suddenly the rat isn't evil anymore? I wanna do that, with character development, a plot, and romance(although not with a rat).

Working at Concessions

I hate working at the concession stand. I like doing work and I like being paid to do it, but i cannot stand some customers. As Chris Pine would say, "The customer is not always right. Sometimes the customer is an A-hole." I concur with this statement as I seem to get a lot of them. I never know what to say when a customer has been rude to me. I'm not sure if I should react like an employee or clock out and then act appropriately as I would as just a person.

People complain about our prices, yet at the end of the conversation they still give me their money, all the while giving me this sneer like some kind of taxman. I know the American mind is wrapped around the idea of a tradtional movie-going experience: you should buy popcorn, a soda, and candy to go with your feature. However, you really don't have to. I never make anyone buy anything and yet one man even accused my job of robbery saying the uniform should also require masks. I wanted to say "but sir, we already wear a mask. It's called a smile." But I refrained from backtalking. After all, customers just want to have fun here and a memory of me disagreeing with them or giving them a hard time would hold still in their minds, and that's not what I want to do. That's not really how I want to be remembered, but I also don't want to be treated like I am just the operator. I am not a personality-less robot on the other end of the telephone telling you someones isn't available. I go to school 15 hours, plus work 15 hours a week. I take care of myself, and only myself because that's all I can handle. I also have a family and friends and a whole career planned beyond this theater.

Sometimes I think people forget that they don't know who I am, and therefore should not assume anything beyond my nametag and uniform.

Hamlet

I've read Hamlet before, for an English class, and I very much enjoyed it. I like Shakespeare. I like the plot, the syntax, the words he invented, and the actions that went along with the words. Every actor that does Shakespeare acts like William Shatner. They speak slowly, then move quickly, their movements are like that of a swan sometimes then like a mountain lion the next. It's not accurate, but really, really amusing. Oh and they always say the lines as if they were poetry. The words are poetry, but they are still dialogue. Dialogue first, poetry second. Possibly why actors says their lines this way is because to us it sounds like poetry, but more than likely in the right time period, it was just banal conversation. This is my observation.

On another note, I'd like to mention how awesome Hamlet is. The character, Hamlet, is amazing in actions and in words. He is a son, a killer, a lord, and a man. He is a child in the most where all he wants is to get revenge fore his father and protect his mother. He is a killer when he stabs Polonius and now blood taints his soul. He is a lord to his subjects who follow his will. He is man when he is conflicted whether or not to show affection toward Ophelia when he knows his mission must com first. He's also a bloody genius. I love the fact he uses madness to make suspicions of him useless. "There is method to his madness," is possibly my favorite phrase in this entire play.

Thanksgiving

Suddenly it all makes sense again. After a 12 hour drive(done in 10 hrs actually), I fell into place at my parent's apartment. It was strange at first, they had made dinner and gotten ice cream and mom was working on 4 different dishes for dinner tomorrow, and I was just sitting around not doing anything. It felt really weird. I'm unacustomed to not having something dued in the next couple of hours and my cramming everything in that small amount of time.

Eventually that feeling came back to me when I made plans to hang out with my cousins. They wanted to do this, I wanted to do that, and eventually we did it ALL. But I would have preferred more time to do my things. It was okay. But yes, we did time and people into small vehicle(and short weekend). In the end, I hope I did my best at being a neice, a cousin, a sister, a granddaughter, and a daughter this thanksgiving break. I tried my best.

It's 2 AM I Must Be LONELY

It's 2 am, I must be crazy. I have to leave for Houston in a couple of hours, what am I doing still awake? I have to drive 12 hours out to Houston to see my family. 12 hours on the road, by myself. Ugh. I'm so nervous, but at the same time, i know it will be good for me. I have been so busy lately, I need some time to just relax on the road, not worry about anything but staying under the speed limit and alive.

The good thing about this trip is I'll be able to listen to all my horribly music without someone whining. That means terrible crappy music along with awesome, hilarious comedians. And hiphop and good music and Stephen Colbert. Oh yes. I am excited.

Real, A Hallucination, or Sarcasm

I think the memory chip in my brain is slowly dying because I can't remember if blogs are due this week. I know we discussed in class about not having any blogs due this week, but i'm not sure if that was real, a hallucination, or sarcasm.

I'm incrediably ill, but still moving at the speed of light it seems. I really appreciate my body because it keeps together for me when i'm falling apart on the inside. That's not meant to mean I'm emotionally unstable, just doubting a lot of previous beliefs. It's not a fantastic body, definately not, but it does have its advantageous such as when the wind blows particularly hard, I don't fly away. Which sounds like a silly reason to like a body but when your friend is 90 lbs and you have to hold her hand to walk to the mall, it's something to appreciate.

Today I appreciate my body, even though it's enduring some allergic symptons, it's holding up pretty good.