First, a gentle reminder from your Emperor:
And a very quick reminder from the rest of us:*
Except maybe it should have ended like this?
And fourthly, this one again, because it’s just that awesome:
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*You know, there are worse examples of synopses out there, if, like me, you struggle with ‘em.
It’s Random Thursday!
Have some Random!
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You Count
Well, technically, he Count . . .
. . . . but you do, too. Yes, you do!
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I Still Got It
Jane rushed into the kitchen, where I was playing Tetris with our dishwasher and skidded to a halt . “Mom! Mom! Mom! Can we watch TV?”
“Sure,” I said, wedging in a glass. “Just don’t turn it on, okay?”
“Okay! Thanks!” She rushed away.
My husband stared grinning. “Did she hear what you—”
“Wait for it.”
One . . . two . . . three . . .
“Wait, what? Mo-OMMM!!!”
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For Lyra
She knows why . . .
. . . or I hope so, because if she doesn’t, I have some explaining to do . . .
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The City of Wessonville
I brought home a Powerpuff Girls DVD from the library last week for Jane, who had seen a lunchbox or something and wanted to know more about them.
For those of you who have no idea what a Powerpuff Girl might be when she’s at home, here’s the deal:
Yeah, I know, but it’s oddly addictive.
Jane liked them, but it’s Sunny who became an instant, rabid fan.
Last night, I told her the DVD needed a break, so she played in her room. I heard growling at one point, so I checked:
“What are you playing?”
“Powerpuffs. Bubbles is fighting Mojo Jojo.”
“Is Bubbles winning?” I asked, thinking that there was some resemblance.
“No, I am,” she said, striking a pose. “For I am MOOOOJO JOJO!!”
Okay, then.
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Mission Totally Possible
Anyone remember Cello Wars?
The Piano Guys—and Lindsey Stirling—take on my favorite theme song of all time:
Awesome.
Carmina Burana is a centuries-spanning collection of medieval poems and songs, most of them rather earthy.
In 1936, Carl Orff set twenty-four of them to gorgeously textured music. It’s the general consensus among people who know about these things that he did a pretty good job.
“O Fortuna” is probably the one everyone recognizes—I think at one point there was a Hollywood town law mandating that any movie containing broadswords and/or slow-moving violence had to set at least one scene to this particular piece—and it never fails to give me goosebumps, no matter where and when I hear it:*
I think the confetti cannons are a nice touch. But there’s something about The Piano Guys version . . .
Pure adrenaline in musical form.
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*Heard this version over at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books yesterday and promptly swiped it.
The Piano Guys never fail to stun me and uplift me at the same time.
I haven’t seen the latest few Bourne movies, but that didn’t stop me from loving this:
For those of us not suffering winter gladly:
