Thursday, December 31, 2009

Ears

Exercise #110 : "Ears"

In specific detail, describe some of your characters' ears.

Here are a few cues:
shape
color
texture
thickness
jewelry
hair, moles, freckles, etc
scars, wounds
placement


I'm not going to lie; I really don't want to do this one. Ears are totally not my thing... That being said, I'm going to take today's exercise off and think about possibly coming back to it in the future. :)

Oh, how I love being the boss of my own blog. heh

Peace.
Stef.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

At Least...

Exercise #109 : "At Least..."

In his Fictional International essay "To Begin, To Begin," Clark Blaise writes: "The most interesting thing about a story is not its climax or denouement - both dated terms - not even its style or characterization. It is its beginning, its first paragraph, often its first sentence... the story seeks its beginning, the story many times is its beginning, amplified."

Opening a piece with "At least" is to open in medias res, that is, in the middle of the action. For example:

At least the cake was white.

Or:

At least they approved of the groom's gerbil.

The exercise is this: Pick one of these lines (or one of your own, beginning with "at least") and continue writing.

GO!

For this exercise, I decided to pair it with an image prompt. I headed on over to Google Search, typed in "at least,"and rifled through the first page of pictures. What I got was this:


So I guess we'll go with that! :) Let's begin, shall we?

"At least we're not all dead," said the petite blonde girl who was twisting fresh blood out of her skirt.

"Right," the large man sitting next to her said. He was entirely still with his eyes closed, and he was covered in dirt and blood.

The two of them were huddled around a small bonfire along with several other people who were equally as soiled as they.

"Of course," she said, "we are a bit worse for the wear, but I bet we'll be back up and running by tomorrow afternoon."

The man took a deep breath and opened his eyes. "Right," he said.

"At any rate," she continued, "we're alive. That's all that matters."

The young girl decided that her skirt was dry enough to leave alone, so she dropped it. It fell heavily to her ankles and made a thump sound.

One of the people sitting across the fire from them stirred, a slight sob falling from their lips.

"Tsk," said the girl. "What do you tell someone who just lost everything?" She began to bundle her hair behind her head.

"Nothing," said the man. He pulled a cigarette box out of his pocket and lit up.

The girl dropped the golden tendrils. "Huh?"

"You say nothing."

"You can't just say nothing." She waved a hand in front of her face.

"Sure you can."

Turning her face away, the little girl said, "If I had just lost everything, I'd like someone to talk to."

The man took a long drag on the cigarette, put it out on the ground beside him and leaned forward. "You did just lose everything."

5 minutes up.

Hmm... I'm not sure how I feel about that one. I want to know what happened. That's one thing that frustrates me about these exercises. I sit here and write stream of consciousness for 5 minutes (or at least I try to do that...), and I come up with all of these new and interesting ideas! hah I guess that's the point, though. I'll have to keep this one in mind for later.

Did anyone else do this exercise? What did you come up with?

Peace.
Stef.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Tunnel

Exercise #108 : "Tunnel"

What if there was a secret tunnel underneath your house? Where would it take you? What would it be like inside? Where would you find the hatch?


GO!

Am I a dork for having already thought about this very idea? It all started with the Nancy Drew series (the REAL, original series of books... Not this nonsense where Nancy is now this hip, modern woman. Blah.). She would constantly find herself in these places where a hidden switch or lever would open up a secret door that led to her eventual cracking of the case. Clue was also an influence. All of those rooms tied together by secret hallways... It's engrossing. All of the kings and so on had fancy castles with hidden passageways. Why not me? hah

And then you've got The Lord of the Rings. Now, Bilbo Baggins's home wasn't much of a secret tunnel, but I would imagine that's what my tunnel would be like. It would be dirt, but, as J.R.R. Tolkien wrote, "it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."

The hatch to my tunnel would most likely be found in my basement or the lowest part of the place in which I'm currently living. I'd use it for a place of my very own, where I could escape the trials of everyday life. It would probably lead directly to a single room with the world's comfiest couch with a desk and a pantry, and there would be ample lighting, of course, due to the underground nature of this room. Simple living, yes, but oh so wonderful. It would be tastefully yet simply decorated, and a large fireplace would dominate one of the walls.

Can I move there now? Sigh...

What about you guys? Have you ever thought about anything like this? If so, what is your tunnel like?

Ok, this has gone on long enough. Time for me to get off here.

Peace.
Stef.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Rx

Exercise #107 : "Rx"

Take a character from a piece you are working on or make up a new one. Over the course of his life, what medicines have been prescribed for him and why? Be as specific as possible, and be sure to describe the color, shape, size, and taste (etc) of the medicines.

Interesting. As the daughter of a surgeon and a nurse practitioner (Where did my sister and I get these writing / singing genes? That's the question of my life....), I know a great deal of pills and what they're for, etc, so this will be a fun little exercise to do. The question is... which character should I use? I think I'll go with my NaNo character, Savannah Hansley (I swear, this chick has gone through so many name changes... When am I finally going to stick with one?? Only time will tell, I guess.).

There is a bit of explaining to do, however, before I get started. As a general rule, Savannah's father is relatively anti-meds. He only uses them when absolutely necessary. So if Savannah's list seems a bit short, you know why.

GO!
  • Age 2 - penicillin for an ear infection, oval-shaped, white with a small indention down the middle to make splitting it in half easier, chalky and bitter taste
  • Age 5 - penicillin for strep throat, same appearance and taste as above
  • Age 9 - futuristic unnamed antidepressant for severe depression. Sav witnessed her mother's first miscarriage and took it to heart, worrying everyone who knew her. As a last resort, they sent her to a therapist, and she recommended said antidepressant. It was a blue pill, smaller than her pinky nail, and round. It had a sugar coating, so it tasted sweet.
  • Age 16 - Sav goes back on the aforementioned antidepressant after having been off it for several years. Her mother had her 2nd miscarriage and loses her mind. Sav cannot cope, so she withdraws and worries her family and friends once again.
  • Age 16 - New antidepressant as old one is not working. This one is a very small trapezoid, pale yellow in color. It has no taste.
  • Age 17 -Ethynodiol (birth control) to keep the babies away. She's terrified of having a child due to her mother's trouble, and even though she does not take part in sexual activities at this point in her life she wants to be absolutely sure that she is never put in that position.
In other news, I did a bit of research (thanks to Roni's comment on my NaNo Teaser post), and I have decided that my opening might not be a good idea due to the fact that it begins with her waking up, and it's super complain-y. Savannah isn't a complainer, and the waking up thing is... old hat. There's no real tension in the opening, so I am out to find and document said tension. I have an idea, and I think it's going to do well. I'll post and excerpt up here once I have that figured out.

Well, that's all for today! It's weird that a new year is about to start. It sounds so cliche, but this year really flew by. I'm excited to see what happens in 2010. :)

Peace.
Stef.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Language Overlay - Music

Exercise #106 : Language Overlay - Music

Sprinkling in language that reflects a character's concerns and passions add richness and texture to a narrative. For example, if I have a character who loves sports, when he goes outside to rake the leaves, I might have him "grip the handle like a bat." The idea of this exercise is to generate vocabulary - nouns, verbs, adverbs, adjectives, phrases, gestures, metaphors, etc - that would have to do with sports and then sprinkle some into the narrative as it suits. In this exercise, try it for music - assume your character loves a certain type of music; or teaches, plays, or composes it. What vocabulary would be in his or her mind? Certainly things like notes, scales, perhaps a metronome. Make as long a list as you can in 5 minutes.

GO!!!

For being someone who is musically minded, I'm finding this exercise to be... confusing. Maybe that just makes me dense. Here's the thing: I understand her sports analogy
. That makes sense to me. Music, however, is one of those things that, while incredibly physical, I view in a mental sort of way. When I sing, I view pictures through my mind's eye. I don't think about my intercostal muscles pushing and pulling against my ribs in order to expand my ribcage. I don't think about how my abdominals are working like crazy while I'm floating a high note. Of course, I've had to focus on these things while practicing, but it's the practice that's turned it into muscle memory so that I don't have to think about it. I guess you can say that it's always something that's on my mind, but it's so far in the back recesses of my brain that I'm able to focus on other things.

That being said, I sat here staring at my computer for a full 5 minutes without coming up with a single example to fill this exercise. FAIL.

Does anyone have any ideas? I'm fresh out, it seems.

Peace.
Stef.

P.S. CHRISTMAS IS TOMORROW!!!!!! I'm going to be taking it and the weekend off. Expect a new exercise up on Monday! :) MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! And a Happy New Year!!!!!!!!! :-D

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Soft Things

Exercise #105 : "Soft Things"

Make a list of soft things.

GO!!!

This should be easy enough, shouldn't it?

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Taking the Day Off & a NaNoWriMo Teaser... Ooh...

No, I'm not really taking the day off. That's just the name of the exercise. I've taken too many days off of blogging in the last month anyway. Time to get back on the horse! If you're here to view my NaNo teaser, click "Continue reading..." (from my blog's front page) and scroll to the bottom of this post. It's short little snippet, but I'd really appreciate any comments.

Without further ado...

Exercise #104 : "Taking the Day Off"

If you were to take the day off, what would you do?

GO!!!

I haven't had a day off in... ... ... a long time. Going to school full time and maintaining 2 jobs kind of makes the day off thing impossible. If I were to take a day off, I would SLEEP. I know that sounds pathetic, but I really would. I don't get enough because of everything I have to do, so unhindered rest would be greatly appreciated. What else would I do? I would read. Oh, that is a really good idea. Simply sitting in a comfy chair and throwing myself headfirst into a novel sounds so attractive right now. I haven't had the time to read for leisure in such a long time.

The sad part is that, while I was doing all of this sleeping and reading, I'd be working on my laundry and cleaning my room. Both need to be done pretty desperately at this point. I find myself shirking on these duties whenever I have other things to do. I hear this is normal, but it gets to the point where I just do not ever want to do them, so they pile up... Whoops. I should probably get on that...

While my day off might seem awfully simple, it sounds perfect to me.

Now on to my "teaser." I have what I believe may be an appropriate opening for my NaNo novel, and I want to post it on here to hear your thoughts.

Savannah Hansley woke each morning to a world filled with glittering jewels and ostentatious wealth, but each night her dreams were comprised of ways she could escape from this oppressive opulence.

On the morning of September 18th, in the year 3059, Savannah woke from one such dream only to be reminded once again that her dream was not, nor would it ever be, a reality. With a sigh, she shut her eyes again and tried desperately to rejoin the subconscious storyline.

"This morning's dream was that fantastic, was it?" said Awder, her close friend and the family butler. He was just setting down the breakfast tray on the small, oak table by the window when she sat up and propped herself up on her elbows, finally acknowledging that she was awake despite her best efforts.

"It was wonderful," she said wistfully. "I was exploring an alien jungle on some distant planet."

"And did you find anything of note?" he asked.

"I was just coming upon something groundbreaking when I woke up." She closed her eyes and imagined the strange, tangled vines draping around her, the unfamiliar yet exotic alien landscape, the feel of sweat dripping down the nape of her neck. "I don't know what it was, but it was big. I could feel this overwhelming sense of importance."

"Perhaps it wasn't just a dream," Awder said, a look of mischief subtly twitching at the corners of his mouth.

Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, Savannah chuckled. "Perhaps," she said. "Or maybe it was just a dream." As she crossed over to the table, the smell of freshly baked bread gently caressed her face. "Breakfast looks wonderful," she said. "Give Annette my regards."

"Of course. Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you," she said. "I'm fine with this."

What do you think? Does it make you want to read more? Are you completely bored by it? Do you have a clear idea of the main character's (Savannah) problem? Etc... This is my first full novel EVER, so I'd love to hear what you think, good or bad. :)

Peace.
Stef.

Monday, December 21, 2009

"Beginnings with Food"

Exercise #103 : "Beginnings with Food"

To repeat what was written in a previous exercise: "In my experience, good beginnings - whether of a short story, novel, essay, or memoir - intrigue or charm the reader with the first 3 sentences, no later. The best beginnings suggest that something is off-balance - peculiar, not quite right - ergo, something interesting is going to happen." Today the focus is on food - anything to do with food, perhaps shopping for it, cooking it, eating it, sharing it (or not), saving it, hoarding it, etc..."

Today's exercise is this: In five minutes, write as many beginnings as you can that have to do with food. Write one, two, eleven, whatever you can do. Again, by a "beginning" I mean anything from a sentence fragment to three full sentences, but no more than that per beginning.

GO!!!
  • Jean shuffled through the pantry and quickly realized that she had absolutely nothing that would compliment the savory taste of her latest victim.
  • Bill hated dumplings.
  • Allyson looked disparagingly at the lumpy gravy sitting before her. She doubted that even Rachel Ray could come into her home and make the food she prepared into something edible. Apparently, the evening was destined for failure.
  • Indian food always gives me gas.
That's all I've got for now. I'm actually interested in these stories. Maybe I'll turn them into flash fiction in the coming weeks. It's always a possibility.

In other news, Christmas is THIS WEEK!!!!!! I love this time of year. Truly. I could do without all of the materialistic drivel that goes on, but there's just this feeling in the air... I don't really know how to describe it. This feeling is also highlighted by the fact that I absolutely adore giving gifts to those I love. For example, one of my roommates left for his home in Wisconsin today, so we had "Roommate Christmas" last night, and I couldn't sit still I was so excited. 2 of my 3 roommates and I had banded together to get the 3rd a record player, and I just couldn't hold it in any longer. The look of surprise on her face when she unwrapped the gift was priceless. It's those moments that I wouldn't trade in for the world.

I still have a bit of shopping to do in the next couple of days, but I'm ready for the most part.

We're actually going to do Christmas a little differently at my household. You see, every other year we've opened one present on Christmas Eve and then the rest on Christmas Day sometime in the afternoon (It used to be much earlier when we were kids, but we have since begun the value of a few extra hours of sleep in the morning.). This year, however, we're opening all of the presents on Christmas Eve. I've invited 2 of my friends to have Christmas breakfast (which will be eaten in the late afternoon) with us, and opening presents in front of us would be... awkward. 1 of the friends is a classmate of mine: Michael. He also works with me at my church job on Wednesdays and Sundays. Oh, you know what? He's not a classmate anymore! He graduated from Belmont this past Friday! Congrats, Michael! The 2nd friend isn't so much my friend as he is my boyfriend. :) Yes, folks, I have a boyfriend! And I just realized that the previous sentence came out badly. I mean, he is my friend (Micah's his name.)... He just so happens to be my boyfriend as well....... Ok. I'm going to stop digging this hole.

The point is that neither of them were going home for Christmas, so I invited them! I actually did the same thing for Thanksgiving. My roommate Andy and Micah(pre-boyfriend status) weren't going home, so I extended an invitation to both of them to come celebrate with me and my family. It's kind of a thing of mine. I don't remember if I talked about this already, but I cannot stand it when people can't celebrate family-centric holidays with their own, so I try to include people in my own little family. I think it's important to spend those days with SOMEone, even if you're not related to them.

Well, time to get off here. I hope you're all having wonderful days and that you're getting super excited about FRIDAY!!!!

Peace.
Stef.

Friday, December 18, 2009

My First Spam Comment & Exercise #102

I know that spam comments are a bit annoying, but I was actually really excited to get my first one on this humble little blog here.

In late November (the 24th, to be exact) I posted a writing exercise entitled "Trouble Sleeping." The exercise went as follows:

Here are the names of the characters:
Glenda; Howard; Fecky Hastings; and Asa, the old sheepdog. For each one, in three sentences or less: when and why did each of them begin to have trouble sleeping? How did each one cope (or not cope)?

Well, I received a notification today in my e-mail. You have a new comment on your post: "Trouble Sleeping." I think to myself, Self, didn't you post that a long time ago? Why is someone commenting on it now? So I click on the link, and I come across this:
Looking for the ideal destination over the internet to buy sleep aid pills is not an easy task as some of the websites, pharmacies or drug stores selling sleep aids are proved to be fake stores selling counterfeit sleep aid pills. Therefore, you should be careful while looking for an online store to purchase sleep aid pills and in this regard, it is noteworthy that [INSERT WEBSITE LINK HERE] is a reliable online destination that directs customers to reputed online pharmacies selling genuine sleeping pills.
Now, normally I might be a little perturbed by someone putting spam on my blog, but I actually got a little giddy when I saw that. Now, I don't know what getting a spam comment means as far as the circulation of my blog goes, but I have a feeling that it means more people are looking. That's always a good thing, yes? I'm going to leave the comment up as I feel strangely excited about it, but any others will be removed post haste. :)

Now that I've gushed about my spam comment, let's talk about today's exercise.

Exercise #102 : "Your Desk Speaks Volumes, Possibly"

What exactly is on your desk?

GO!!!!!

My desk is kind of a war zone right now. I have more pens and pencils than I'm able to count, several notebooks filled with notes and random scribblings, lotion, and a pair of socks. Yes, there is a pair of socks on my desk. Why? Well, I don't really know. Consider them removed...

How about you guys? What do you like to keep on your desks? Do you even write at a desk?

Peace.
Stef.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

"A Manic Morning" & I Have a Chat With the Internet

Exercise #101 : "A Manic Morning"

Your character is experiencing the beginning (but not a full-blown) manic episode. Describe his or her morning. Do not use the words "manic" or "bipolar." Show; don't tell.

GO!

I know absolutely nothing about bipolar disorder. I know that they have manic episodes, but I have no clue whatsoever about what someone goes through when having one.

Research time? I'm thinking so.

The following interview is my conversation with The Internet about the bipolar disorder. Bear with me. I'm in a weird mood.

Stefanie: Hello, Internet. How are you?

Internet: I'm well, thanks. What can I do for you today?

S: So I'm doing a little research--

I: Well, you've come to the right place!

S: Um... Well, thanks. Anyways, I'm doing a little research on bipolar syndrome. You see, I have this blog--

I: Oh, I know!! It's great. Totally the best blog ever.

S: You're just too sweet. So you know the premise then. I'm doing an exercise that requires me to know the sordid details of a person's manic episode, and I know little to no information. Thoughts?

I: Hmm... A manic episode, eh? Well, manic episodes can range from mild to severe, and they can also last from a day to months.

S: Oh, that would suck.

I: Yep. Someone who is currently undergoing a manic episode will encounter feelings of agitation or irritation, inflated self-esteem and an elevated mood (i.e. hyperactivity, increased energy, lack of self-control, and racing thoughts), inflated self esteem, little need for sleep, poor temper control, and reckless behavior. Oftentimes, this recklessness comes out in binge eating (or alcohol or drug use), sexual promiscuity, excessive money spending, and impaired judgement. A manic person is also easily distracted.

S: Wow. That's intense.

I: You're telling me.

S: Well.......... Thanks for the info, buddy.

I: Anytime. I mean, that's why I'm here.

S: I'll tell my readers you said hi and that you helped me educate myself.

I: Of course.

S: Peace.

END

Well, that was fun.

Actually, it was really helpful. I don't know if you guys remember, but one of my characters for NaNoWriMo last month was mentally ill lady, and it's helpful to hear all facets of mental illness.

Anyways... It's time for me to head off of here. I need to get some stuff done around the house. Yay for being a responsible grown-up (or at least trying to be one...)!

Peace.
Stef.

P.S. The Internet says hi.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

"Foamy Things"

DUHN DA DAHHHHHHHHH!!! This marks the 100th exercise posted on my lovely little blog here. :) Exciting, right??? School is officially over for the holidays, and I've finished most of my shopping, so I will not be neglecting my 52 week promise as I have been doing for the past week.

It's time to jump back on this wagon!

Exercise #100 : "Foamy Things"

What things are foamy? Be as specific as you can.

GO!!!
  • beer just after it's been poured
  • anything at Starbucks, really - i.e. steamed milk, cappuccino, coffee
  • soap bubbles caused by water agitation while washing dishes
  • styrafoam
  • foam fingers
  • uhhhhhh...
I have no idea. I just sat staring at my computer for 5 minutes. hahaha Oh, gracious, it would seem that I'm out of practice! Must work on it.

Anyways, happy 100th exercise to me! Can anyone else think of any foamy things? I am at a loss...

Peace.
Stef.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

FINALS WEEK!

I forgot to post this on Friday, but I'm going to take a week hiatus until Finals Week is over here at Belmont. Must. Study. BLARGH.

See you guys on Monday!

Peace.
Stef.

Friday, December 04, 2009

"What's In Your Kitchen Drawer?"

Exercise #99 : "What's In Your Kitchen Drawer?"

This is a vocabulary expanding exercise - not about using new words, but rather words you already know but seldom use. List the objects in your kitchen drawer(s) - from the spatula to the grapefruit knife to the soup ladle.

GO!

I love junk drawers. They're just something great about them. Don't know where something goes? Put it in the junk drawer! Voila! Problem solved! haha Of course, when said drawer becomes full, it's a little difficult to locate some things, but... who cares?! haha

Anyways, on with the exercise.

What's in my junk drawer?
  • various medication - Advil (ibuprofen), Tylenol (acetaminophen), etc...
  • latex gloves (for when I henna my hair)
  • a pair of crab-like pot holders (pictured below left) - We call them the Dr. Zoidberg gloves.
  • an annoying cat toy that makes too much noise when played with
  • a few pens
  • the agitators for an electric mixer
We're pretty boring. haha Everything else is pretty much categorized. If I were to go through the junk drawer in my bedroom, this list would be much, much longer. I may have to introduce you to those drawers at some point in the future. hehe Ah, what torture.

Well, it's time for me to head off here. We're filming Christmas at Belmont this Monday, so I'll be absent until Tuesday, but after that posting should resume as normal.

I have decided, however, that I like this weekend off thing. I think I'll be doing that from now on.

So what's in your junk / kitchen drawer??

Peace.
Stef.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

The Twilight Saga: New Moon - A Review

Before I get started with the review, here's today's exercise.


Exercise #98 : "S. Gossips"


"S." said he say they said something really horrible, and it got back to... Oh, boy... Who is "S."? Describe him / her. Why did S. say that? What exactly did S. say?" Show, don't tell. Write the scene.


Anyways, here we go.



I went to see New Moon with my sister, Jenn, and my roommate, Andy, last night. It was hilarious. I mean, absolutely 100% comedic. They were going for comedy, right? Right?



Now, don't get me wrong. I enjoy a nicely shaped male torso as much as the next chick (or guy even), but when said torso belongs to a minor I'm kind of icked out by it. My favorite part, however, was when Bella fell off the motorcycle and started to bleed copiously from a wound on her forehead. Well, Jacob (For you oh-so-intelligent non-Twihards who haven't read the books or watched the movies, this is the minor I was referring to earlier. He's a werewolf who is in love with Bella Swan, the main character and is pictured left.) decides that it would be a good idea to dramatically take off his shirt and pat at the wound with the t-shirt. When this happened, my sister, my roommate, and I immediately burst into peals of laughter that filled the entire theater. Thankfully, the theater was relatively empty, and there was even a group of people behind us who were chuckling heartily as well. It seriously was just... ridiculous. It was better than the first, but that really isn't saying much.



One thing that was noticeably different was the directing style. The first movie was directed by Catherine Hardwicke (Lords of Dogtown, The Nativity Story), and I'm sure she's a very nice woman... but she is not meant to direct. It was apparent in every single shot, in the acting of the actors, in every aspect of direction during the entire film.



I'm not a really big fan of Kristen Stewart's acting style to begin with, but everything she did on screen was amateurish and inexperienced. Her main form of expressing emotion was to blink more times than humanly possible and sigh audibly every 4-5 seconds. Huff, huff, huff...Ok, Kristen Stewart, I get it. You're upset. Now, part of this is the poor acting ability of the actor, but I've seen her in other movies. She's not that bad. In the first Twilight movie, however, she is just dismal. That reflects the director's abilities to get an emotion from their actor. I can imagine as Kristen was doing a scene, Catherine was standing just off camera. "Look flustered! No, more! Huff a bunch and blink! Good job!"



Don't even get me started on Robert Pattinson. First off, I absolutely do not see what every teenage girl in the world has gone gaga over. He's alright, but he's creepy. I don't know the actor, so I'm not saying this about him personally, but Edward Cullen (pictured right) is a creepy, co-dependent, stalker who is pasty white and thin as a skeleton. Not my type at all. I just don't see how someone would find him attractive in this movie. I will give props to the actor, though. Pattinson has stated that he plays Cullen on the creepy side because, well... Cullen is creepy. hah



But I'm not here to talk about the 1st movie. I'm here to talk about the 2nd one. The Twilight Saga: New Moon. It was absolutely ridiculous. As I said before, it was hilarious. I've not laughed that hard in a theater in a very long time. Too bad it was supposed to be a dramatic romance.



There were some things that were better in this movie, though, than in the first. There was a different director, thank God. Instead of Catherine Hardwicke, Chris Weitz stepped in to guide the cast and crew. Of course, there was an obvious change in appearances, specifically with the women, because Chris is, in fact, a man. Bella and her female cast members suddenly wore more makeup. Their hair was smoother and more flawless-looking. That actually kind of bothered me, but that's neither here nor there. Chris also seems to have an obsession with circling camera shots. Take an actor, stick them in the middle of a room, and then move the camera around them in a circle. I swear, I got dizzy a few times. On the other hand, Weitz seemed to get a much more genuine performance out of the actors than Hardwicke had. Kristen Stewart was still huffy, but much less so. Edward was barely in the movie, but he seemed a tad bit less iffy. There was one part where he and Bella were kissing, and they started grunting. It was so awkward and unexpected that I'm even chuckling a little now as I type this.



As far as the plot... Well, me and Twilight do not mix. I got to the 4th book and simply could not continue reading that drivel when she got pregnant with Edward's baby. Needless to say, the whole idea of killing oneself because the one you "love" has perished... It's romantic, sure, but I hate Romeo & Juliet. It's my least favorite of everything Shakespeare has ever written, but that's another blog for another time. Let's just say that I find it ludicrous.



In the end, I'll most likely refrain from seeing New Moon again... That is, unless I need a hearty laugh, in which case this might be the first thing I'll think of.



Peace.
Stef.


P.S. I just found out that they're in talks to make a TV series out of Twilight. Seriously??? You have got to be kidding me. A TV series? Really? I mean, REALLY? When did they think this would be a good idea? Sadly, a lot of people will probably watch it. Too bad Robert Pattinson (He's in talks to play Edward, of course.) will be typecast for the rest of his life if he goes ahead with this.

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