Saturday, February 28, 2009

Because you never know when you're going to need one

Going through a box of stuff this morning, I came across a list of adjectives, which I now share with you because, as noted above and as I was told when it was given to me half a lifetime ago, you never know when you're going to need one.

Things I like about this list include:

  • Its absolute and unapologetic lack of any kind of order whatsoever.

  • The fact that it was typed on a typewriter, using tab stops (this list goes back to my college days which are, many of them, 20 years gone. Yow.)

  • The fact that only one word was misspelled on the original copy ("whistful" - or perhaps the author is a card aficionado?)

  • The fact that all but one of them are, in fact, adjectives. I fixed the misspelling, but I left the noun in there. Makes the whole thing more human, wouldn't you say?

  • Even more human: the small check marks next to about 13 of the sadder adjectives (not marked by me, and not transcribed here).

  • And, of course, the thing that really makes this list appealing: They are adjectives of feeling, and you, personally, have probably felt every single one of these things at one time or another. Well, possibly excepting "virile", depending how literally you want to take that one, and whether you have the requisite bits.
Small disclaimer: The fifth column was in my own handwriting and, I think, added with the help of a group of students.

healthy
irritated
placid
interested
restored
strong
ecstatic
dissatisfied
troubled
congenial
excited
disappointed
passionate
tired
relaxed
energetic
pleased
depressed
gluttonous
honorable
flustered
helpful
benevolent
invigorated
gloomy
blessed
selfish
disturbed
infuriated
tranquil
indifferent
brisk
robust
fortunate
forlorn
private
sulky
accommodating
competent
simple
chipper
distant
deserted
shamed
limited
discarded
dishonored
spry
alarmed
agitated
appeased
isolated
resentful
exasperated
pleasant
exhausted
sparkling
virile
peaceful
melancholy
private
solemn
agitated
encouraged
charitable
strained
lively
vital
successful
tormented
stingy
inhospitable
delighted
perplexed
bitter
stimulated
yawny
gratified
grouchy
worried
defeated
embarrassed
fatigued
weary
frail
vivacious
forsaken
charitable
confident
confined
capable
docile
wistful
vain
despised
dignified
accountable
denied
avoided
restless
cowardly
determined
loyal
sterile
trapped
mild
devoted
amused
limp
inactive
sick
miserable
extravagant
rough
harassed
fearful
delighted
inspired
dull
honored
elated
destitute
wasteful
cross
troubled
sentimental
weak
relieved
moody
miserly
cranky
pleased
hindered
gratified
overworked
active
blissful
lucky
regret
free
imprisoned
stimulated
wanted
bashful
whimsical
alone
wicked
bewildered
absurd
unwelcome
ignored
sluggish
bold
neglected
withdrawn
censured
scarred
gentle
attracted
cheerful
vigorous
merry
thrilled
abandoned
petty
provoked
composed
contented
disinterested
holy
dejected
feeble
discontented
blue
selfish
powerful
tempted
infatuated
drained
jolly
hopeless
generous
ignorant
plagued
apprehensive
malicious
rested
involved
heavy-hearted
mortified
closed
cordial
idle
qualified
useless
modest
bored
abandoned
disgraced
dormant
abused
betrayed
vague
timid
eager
isolated
united
activated
disoriented
chaotic
wry
neurotic
impatient
morbid
horny
snide
proud
meticulous
hysterical
chatty
greedy
paranoid
mellow
disappointed
nonchalant
suave
harried
overzealous
homesick
betrayed
meditative
sarcastic
ambiguous
compulsive
vindicated
vengeful
insulted
lethargic
manipulative
psyched
doubtful
dubious
panicked
introverted
invaded
torn
wretched
lazy
apathetic
ambivalent
scattered
shattered

Friday, February 27, 2009

A low-demand weekend

redo profile text
attend friend's birthday cookout
replace turtle tank

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I love the ladybugs, but I drink a little

Oh, wait. That was the other post.

Actually, I don't have strong feelings one way or the other about ladybugs. (Lest we embark upon a years-long "give Jen ladybug stuff!!!1!" binge - which is to say, let's not. The geckos would get jealous.) Gladys loves the ladybugs and we both drink a little. Let's just leave it at that.

All that said, I do have a ladybug, and she created a stir at work today, by being gesticulated with during a Very Important Phone Call, and then being lost (along with the Very Important Phone Number whose safekeeping had been entrusted to her) when the gesticulator put her absently down in what turned out to be plain sight, but really not where you'd be looking for lost ladybugs.

She is also top-heavy and susceptible to ceiling fans.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The best pathetikitty ever

funny pictures of cats with captions
more animals

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

As young as you feel

So, some of us are ready to branch out from the mom jeans.

Others go somewhere back in time.

It was actually pretty hard to explain to my Costa Rican coworker (who rides to work with me) why I found it so funny that there was a billboard announcing an Iron Maiden concert in Costa Rica next week.

Monday, February 23, 2009

The 100 book thingy

Oh, cool.

I was casting about for something to post this evening, and I wanted to do the book thing that's been floating around, but I thought I'd already done it.

But, it turns out that the one I did was about the list of the top 100 banned books, which this is not. Ergo, this is not a rerun, so don't bother complaining to the management.

Someone somewhere says this is a list of 100...what? Great books? Greatest books? Anyway, 100 books that most of us have heard of. And someone also said that the BBC thinks most people have only read six of them. Now, I rather doubt the BBC ever said that (I was probably exposed to six of these by the age of six), but it's fun and makes you feel all edumacated and stuff, so let's go.

  • Bold those you have read
  • * Star the ones you loved
  • Italicize those you plan on reading
  • Adding my own twist - # symbol on those I've read more than once
  1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
  2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
  3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte (High school)
  4. * # Harry Potter series - JK Rowling (Well, I'm on book 5, and on 2 with the girls)
  5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee (High school)
  6. The Bible
  7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte (High school)
  8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
  9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
  10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
  11. * # Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
  12. Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy (High school)
  13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
  14. The Complete Works of Shakespeare (Yeah, right - But, a few of them. In high school.)
  15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
  16. * # The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
  17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
  18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger (High school)
  19. The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
  20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
  21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
  22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald (High school)
  23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
  24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
  25. * # The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
  26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
  27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck (High school)
  29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (Started it with the kids, but they were too young)
  30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
  31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
  32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
  33. * Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
  34. Emma - Jane Austen
  35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
  36. * The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
  37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
  38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Berniere
  39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
  40. * Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
  41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
  42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown (Thanks, Erin!)
  43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  44. * # A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
  45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
  46. * Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
  47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
  48. The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
  49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
  50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
  51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel (Started it, but it didn't grab me)
  52. Dune - Frank Herbert
  53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
  54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
  55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
  56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
  57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
  58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
  59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
  60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez (I think I may have read this one in Spanish - do I get extra credit?)
  61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
  62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
  63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
  64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
  65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
  66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
  67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
  68. Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
  69. Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
  70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
  71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
  72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
  73. * The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
  74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
  75. Ulysses - James Joyce
  76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
  77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
  78. Germinal - Emile Zola
  79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
  80. Possession - AS Byatt
  81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens (Possibly? Or maybe just some children's version?)
  82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
  83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
  84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
  85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
  86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
  87. * # Charlotte’s Web - EB White
  88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
  89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
  91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
  92. # The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
  93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
  94. * # Watership Down - Richard Adams
  95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
  96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
  97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
  98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare (High school)
  99. * # Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
  100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
Hmmm. I didn't italicize anything. I guess I'm not an ambitious reader? If I were to pick one of the above that I haven't read, it would probably be The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, because I think Lisa read it and told me something about it - and if so, that probably means she liked it, and if so, I probably would too.

I guess I'm more of an opportunistic reader at this point, what with no English libraries at hand, and no good access to the English used book stores.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Insurmountable

That's how the following list of tasks, each of which I accomplished today without undue ado, would have looked and felt to me a year ago. Actually, many of these individual tasks and any two of them in combination would have been daunting, never mind the whole list.

And yet, it's all just regular stuff.

  • Made my bed
  • Did last night's dishes
  • Did second load of weekend laundry so school uniforms will be ready to go on Monday morning
  • Got breakfast for three kids (we imported one yesterday afternoon), including sending Julia to the corner store for missing items
  • Watched Robin and her friend practice their choreography
  • Took the extra kid home and stopped by the park for a few minutes with my own so they could skateboard/sneaker skate, respectively
  • Got lunch for two kids
  • Helped Robin with her homework, with no angst and not at the last minute
  • Walked back over to the park because it was fun the first time
  • Gave kids generous turns on the computer and let them choose the music for much of the day
  • Planned school lunches for tomorrow and dinner for tonight
  • Did breakfast and lunch dishes
  • Got Julia bathed and shampooed and entirely presentable for school tomorrow, despite the current lack of hot water in the house, and with her willing participation
  • Cooked a dinner all three of us enjoyed
  • Read a chapter of Harry Potter to the girls - and then another one
Regular stuff is nice.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Get off my lawn

You don't really think it's going to happen to you, but it totally does.

We've been learning about ripping CDs to the computer and creating custom playlists in Windows Media Player. And as a result, I say this without reservation:

The music the kids are listening to these days? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.



Harrumph.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Turtle note

I may have more to say later on, but for now I would just like to note that the turtle has eaten twice her own surface area in lettuce today.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

OOOOooooh. Mom jeans. I get it now.

You may recall that my trip to North Carolina included a thrift-store-based initiative to correct my wardrobe which, it turns out, was heavy on the "mom jeans" - I had never heard the phrase before, but if it involves a couple of hours at the thrift store with Lisa and better clothes for work, I'm up for a little intervention. And we did, and I bought new stuff, and that was fun.

So, this morning I discovered something about mom jeans vs not-mom-jeans.

I'm dressed for work in my not-mom-jeans and have my arms raised to brush my hair, and Robin asks, "What happened to you there, Mommy?"

So, I explained to them about stretch marks and how pregnancy makes your body change faster than regular growing, and how the skin can't always keep up. They thought it was cool, and liked seeing which ones were "theirs" (the ones on my hips are from Robin and the ones in the middle from Julia, IIRC).

Raise your hand if you're surprised that one of the things about "mom jeans" is that they hide the fact that you're a mom. I like the low-rise just fine, thanks.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Produce-laden truck


That's all, really. I was driving along just now and I suddenly realized I was absently analyzing the angle of the tailgate and the slope of the piled fruit and stuff, and it occurred to me that that's something you just don't see everywhere.

So I took a picture and here it is.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Snoopy Sandwiches

Steve is my hero. It's an hour before the New Semester Meeting at school and I have to feed my children something. It's the last day of the retreat, also known as The Week Without A Weekend, and cooking was just not on the agenda for this evening.

Snoopy Sandwiches were the exact right thing. Quick, easy, novel enough that even if the kids don't end up liking them that much,* they'll still be into them this first time out. And they smell good too.

Thanks, man.

* Never mind. They liked it.

Monday, February 16, 2009

2009: The year we had a plan

So, the girls are finally back on their regular school schedule, as of today.

Here's the plan:

After school we have a snack. (That part we're already pretty good at.)

The girls unpack their lunchboxes. (Also a carryover from last year.)

They also empty and wash the lunch box containers--uneaten food gets wiped off and put away (if whole fruit or an unopened package of yogurt or crackers), or dumped in the plastic bag in the freezer if rejected & deemed inedible.

We decide, probably weekly, what they'll be having for lunch and I buy it.

They pack their own lunches. (I can not adequately express how glad I am to be passing that one on.)

They change out of school clothes and do homework.


...I know. How ambitious am I? I even threw in a thing about the clothes they take off being put in the laundry basket.

Update, two hours later:

Q: Who goes shopping on Monday at five p.m.?

A: Everyone who ever lived.

But not all of them bring two kids and a neighbor. All that wonderful after-school planning falls down a little when you don't get to start making dinner till nearly bedtime. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.*

* Just kidding. There's not tomorrow at all. Tomorrow, there's a parent-teacher's meeting at nearly bedtime.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

The advance of the retreat

We stayed in and sewed today, so no real stories to tell. These are some of the most prolific ladies we've had at a retreat, so they're all pretty much done with the four blocks included in the retreat project, and are planning on doing all the remaining blocks as well - some while they're still here and others after they get home.

Tonight, we're all going to sit around and watch Mamma Mia!, which I've never seen.

Update, two hours later:

Could that have been farther from what I was expecting?

No, it could not.

Don't get me wrong, it was very good. But, see, all I knew about it was the name. Italian name. Let's see...Italian shows. There's The Godfather. There's Sopranos...

Yeah.

Meryl Streep singing more than one ABBA duet with Pierce Brosnan on a Greek island in a manically-paced musical with more 70s costumes than one generally expects to find in tiny Greek towns, I was not prepared for.

To say nothing of watching a mother-daughter story where the mother is Meryl Streep and the daughter is a young adult, and identifying with Streep's character rather than the daughter.

Good times.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A change of scenery

So, you're spared the same-old same-old pictures this time around, because that place where I always took those bird pictures was destroyed in the earthquake. Instead we took the ladies to the Basilica in Cartago, and around the Orosi Valley, which looks like this:





It was a lovely day and I'm beat.

Happy Valentine's day, y'all.

Friday, February 13, 2009

The advance of the retreat

C'mon, it's a great title. I'm using it all week.

  • I could hear the news on while having some ice cream and then actually sat down in there for about 5 minutes, and that's plenty of plane crash coverage for me.
  • The Magic Jack, which works very poorly at my house, worked famously here; all the ladies called home and chatted with their loved ones (or left messages). I guess it's got to do with the quality of both the computer and the connection.
  • I didn't go along on the orchid trip today (I stayed back to wait for a call from the one guest who was getting here a day late), so no orchid pictures after all. I suspect you'll manage nonetheless.
  • We're off to Cartago and the Basilica and the scenic Orosi Valley tomorrow.
  • Hanging out with a bunch of quilters and teaching them a new technique and not going to the orchid thing is actually pretty tiring.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

The advance of the retreat

So, the girls are with Alex this week, the parrot & turtle are boarded out, the computer is unplugged and the ... well, that about covers it.

We have a quilt retreat, starting today, so I'm bopping from one job to the other for the next six days. Today turned out to be an unusually busy day at Job the First, so I arrived a little later than expected at Job the Second, but the arrival day is always laid back anyway, and it's not like I missed dinner or anything :)

I'm tempted to say "Posting will be light for the next few days," but I've been rather given to short posts lately anyway, and I'm still down with the 365 thing, so you may not in fact notice much difference. Except that ... well, there will be photos of orchids.

I'm sure you'll manage.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Grammar FAIL

Okay.

I am the last one to be saying that people shouldn't make up words.

People totally should make up words.

Word inventation is fun and entertaining, and harms no one.

However. If you're gonna do it, you gotta do it right. And if you're gonna publish it, you really want to get it right.

This snickers bar I couldn't even wait until I finished cleaning the parrot cage to eat (don't worry, I held it by the wrapper) claims to be substantialicious. They'll get no argument from me. It tasted good and it's gonna hold me off till dinner. Substantialicious it is.

Tragically, the inside of the wrapper reads as follows:

Substantialicious \sub-'stan(t)-shu-li-shus\
(noun) The weight of something when you weigh it with your tongue.
They were so close, too.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I love the ladybugs

This was the absolute exact right thing for me to watch this evening.

I'm thinking blue and white, with red insignia

Rita and I have a quilt retreat this week and met today to do the grocery shopping.

We had an unexpected encounter with Incompetent Man in the deli. I swear, the guy should have a cape and tights. Having purchased deli meat a couple dozen times in my life, I believe I would have done a more efficient (and accurate) job of selling me meat than he did.

It's a good thing he was friendly.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Like a breath of fresh air

So, the wind is settling down a bit.

The slamming on the roof is becoming an occasional "wow" rather than a constant "oy," and the signs, billboards, bus shelters and trees that haven't already succumbed are all probably fairly safe at this point.

My personal tally was one sign (revolving, illuminated, probably about 4x6 feet), two billboards (standard smallish billboard size, looked like trucks hit them - except for being about two stories out of reach of any trucks), one bus shelter (previously noted) and two large trees, observed this morning when dropping Julia off at Alex's house. The larger, which I could probably just about get my arms around at the base, was uprooted wholesale, and it had a very shallow root mass, so you can kind of see that. The other, upwards of 12" in diameter at the point in question, was snapped in half, the top half taking out power to the neighborhood for, I'm told, about three days.

Aside from the slamming and general unease of so much unbridled nature going on at all hours, the only thing I've suffered is intermittent Internet outages, which hopefully will cease as the wind settles, and dust. So much dust, especially at work.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Same ploy, different generation

When I was Julia's age, I remember once I put my dolls & stuffed animals to bed. I lined them up on the pillow and pulled the covers up to their little chins.

Yeah.

Mom saw straight through that.

"That's fine for today, but tomorrow you have to make your bed the regular way."

Julia's version of that is: It's not in the closet, it must be dirty.

Sorry, kid. Just cause you tried it on, or knocked it off the hanger, or even slept in it, doesn't mean it goes in the hamper.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Not *complaining* about the wind, mind you...

But posting right quick-like because my Internet service has been coming and going a lot these windy days and just went, and came, again.

Today's activities included a puzzle (Ravensburger, Wonders of the Sea), washing the car (really fast because it turned out it was not at all warm enough to be outside tossing cold water around), and...yeah, that's pretty much it.

Quiet weekend, thy name is February 7.

Friday, February 06, 2009

In which I totally do NOT complain about the wind

This is a picture I took last week when I was commuting by bus.

It was meant to show the Irazu Volcano in the distance, but the sun was strong and I guess my camera isn't so good with the far-off stuff. It's there, I promise.


I include the photo here today, because I was planning yet another complaining post about the wind. And, in case you think I'm being a weather weenie (which, granted, I totally am), that bus shelter in that picture there? Blew off last night.

But!

This is not (see the title) another complaining post about the wind.

This is a post of warning.

See, look. Here it is now:

Warning

If you are the sort of person who gets grumpy about rainbows, Costa Rica in February is most assuredly not the place for you.

Oh, for crying out loud. Another one?


And this one, always hanging out in my neighborhood. What, it's got nothing better to do? Sticking practically straight up out of my apartment Every. Single. Day.
Sheesh.


Gratuitous Additional Warning

You should also avoid Costa Rica if you are offended by free samples of Bailey's in the grocery store.

Yum.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Does anyone sense a theme here?

Wind in the Willows
A Wind in the Door
Gone With the Wind
Winds of War
Inherit the Wind
Earth, Wind & Fire



So. Much. Wind.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

I got a new mouse pad and a box of gothic paper clips at work today

Yup.

Sorry. That's all I've got.

And "gothic paper clips" isn't even as interesting as it sounds.

But the wind is buffeting the place with great loudness, and I can't think of anything else to say this afternoon, so gothic paper clips it'll have to be.

Better luck tomorrow!

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Hello, Goodbye

Wow.

The Internet is out at home, so I walked up the street to the cafe to check in, since the girls will be home later and I won't have a chance then, if it doesn't come back.

Did I mention, Wow?

These Spanish keyboards sure are fun. (Every single apostrophe in this post is cut & pasted in, because I can't find the apostrophe here.)

And, too, the Internet Explorer, Jurassic Version. Tabs? We don't need no stinkin' tabs. Let's just open a whole second window, and take 10 seconds any time you may find yourself wanting to switch between one & the other. To say nothing of the second window automatically opening with the full content of the first, which was my mail. That wasn't confusing at all.

Uh, I see no denouement in sight, so I'll just go now. These little outages are usually short-lived, so I'm sure things will be back to normal tomorrow, if not in a couple of hours.

(PS: Wow.)

Monday, February 02, 2009

That's my lyric-appreciating girl

So, Julia and I spent a lot of time together last weekend, and she was here again last night. Shrek I, II, III and the Shrek Christmas special figured prominently in this time spent together, and last night I showed her videos of a number of different artists singing Hallelujah, which is our favorite song from the movies.

(The song is by Leonard Cohen, but unimpeachable Internet sources say there are 198 different covers by almost as many artists. It's just that good.)

I've posted the movie version of it here before, but that one is hard to find on YouTube right now, and the copies I have come up with "Can not be viewed from [my] location." And the one I did manage to view doesn't support embedding, so I can't post it here.

So here's a nice cover by John Cale instead:



It's one of those songs where different artists tend to use different versions of the lyrics, and unsurprisingly, the movie version is particularly sanitized, using the lyrics I've marked in bold and omitting the others:

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah


Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah


There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah



No real surprises there.

Actually, though, my point wasn't really about which lyrics were kept in or left out, but about Julia's reaction when she started paying attention to them.

In addition to giggling at (and asking about) the hair cutting and the throne breaking, she picked up on one line that is in all the versions I've heard:

It's not somebody who's seen the light

"That's right," says she. "Because Shrek couldn't see Fiona in the night time. She was an ogre and she was hiding. And in the daytime she wasn't an ogre."

Hallelujah, y'all.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Remember then?

Don't have much to say today, but don't worry! I have something amusing for you nonetheless!


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