Jane’s class Halloween party is coming up, and we volunteered to provide the drinks.
My husband went to the wholesale place and bought two flats of assorted juice boxes (one for lunches, one for the party), various household necessities . . . and the biggest bag of Hershey miniatures I’ve ever seen—and that’s coming from a woman who often dreams in chocolate.
“It’s for the Trick-or-Treaters,” he said, with commendable optimism. “Hey, kids,” he said to the two who had materialized in front of him the moment he said trick-or-treat, “do you think we should hand these out for Halloween?”
“Yes!” said Jane, her nose pressed against the plastic of the bag in an expression of cacao-ian rapture. “They’ll love them!”
“Daddy?” asked Sunny, her eyes huge. “Can we come by our house for Halloween and get some of those, too?”
Her Sharkliness, Janet Reid is hosting another one of her 100-word story contests over at her blog, presumably to celebrate the release of Sophie Littlefield’s new book, Unforsaken—the prize is a critique by Barbara Poelle, who is Ms. Littlefield’s agent.
The required words are: unforsaken, deadly, witch, ghost, decay, and slay, with extra points given for working in insalubrious.
You can place your story in the comments of the contest post starting tomorrow at noon EST.
It’s a fun little exercise and it’s free to enter.
I’m planning to start scribbling mine right after I google insalubrious.
Three Musketeers is coming out tomorrow. I’ll be going with my friend, Grace, as my husband, who is devoted to the 1970s movies,* which follow the books just a touch more closely, has declined to go anywhere near it. He says if they wanted to make Master of the World, they should have—but they shouldn’t call it Three Musketeers.
But I’m planning on reveling in its steampunk fanfic-y cheesiness without apology.
I say fanfic, because this clearly isn’t a remake—it’s a what-if brought to life, with much fanfare and use of rich fabrics and exploding ordnance. Barbie and the Three Musketeers might be marginally closer to the source material, and that’s one of the few books I’ve hidden under Sunny’s mattress so I won’t have to face them for a while.**
I may be asked to turn in my Bibliovore Society membership card, but I don’t care about any of this, as long as Matthew Macfadyen keeps talking in that lovely voice of his and Orlando Bloom keeps chomping scenery like a piranha in a fop suit:
Even Genevieve Valentine, who has already dubbed this film The Comedy of the Year, is planning to revel in its anticipated wrongness:
I suspect it’s one of those movies so wonderfully dreadful that, after I see it, I will feel as though it’s always been in my life.
That’s my kind of recommendation.
*The ones with Richard Chamberlain as d’Artagnan—both of whom irritate the behooey out of me, though the book character bugs me marginally less. While all the Musketeers sport some pretty big character flaws, which makes for more interesting reading, Mr. Chamberlain—a fine actor, I’m told, whose performance in Austin Powers I did enjoy—infuses the admittedly WTF dialogue of his d’Artagnan with just a bit more oblivious arrogant narcissism than I feel is strictly necessary. Or indeed tolerable. I actually prefer the Disney version, which might tell you something, though I’d swap all of them for The Man in the Iron Mask with Gabriel Byrne, Gérard Depardieu, John Malkovitch, and Jeremy Irons.
**I think there are one or two Barbie-wrecks-the-classics under there, but mostly it’s just because the best children’s books tend to lose their luster after the bazillionth reading. Parents, guardians, and caregivers, back me up: what books have you nudged under the couch?
12 thoughts on “Random Thursday: Candy, a Contest, and the Steampunk Cheesefest”
I agree with you about Richard Chamberlain; however, if you haven’t seen him in The Man in the Iron Mask, I highly recommend it. He should have just stopped making movies after that one. Speaking of which, I had no idea they had remade that film. I’ll definitely have to check it out.
Dreaming in chocolate. Yum. That’s right up Willy Wonka’s alley.
I’ll give Chamberlain one more try . . . the newest version takes some liberties, but the cast is so marvelous that once again, I don’t care.
I sometimes dream about Willy Wonka’s factory, too—the Gene Wilder one, but only because it got there first.
man in the iron mask.
i forgot all about that movie until just now. so good. (even better than the leo dicaprio one)
Two recommendations? I’ll see if I can track it down!
Candy and contest in your subject line – oh yeah, your stats will be way up today.
One can only hope . . . 🙂
Sunny is the brains of the operation. 🙂
Thanks for the heads up at Janet’s. (Off to google insalubrious…did I say I’m a reader? Huh.)
Janet’s contests are always fun. I won one a while back—got a mug and a copy of Vordak the Incomprehensible’s How to Grow up and Rule the World. Thank heavens Sunny can’t read, yet.
Oh my God. Barbie and the Three Muskateers? Is that a real book? Thank heavens my girls grew out of Barbie while she was still in her Disney Princess stage!
It’s all too real. And all too pink.
Give that girl some chocolate, mama. How can you resist the big eyes?
Practice. Lots and lots of practice.
Besides, in a week she’ll be awash in the stuff. A tiny curly blonde, blue-eyed girl in a batgirl costume? She’ll make out like a bandit!