Most Boring Movie Ever.

Warning: Serious "Twilight" slamming. If you're a serious fan, please don't read.
And if you want to challenge my thoughts on the subject of why Bella and Edward symbolize abusive males and abused females, you're welcome to it, but I honestly won't be convinced.
Let's just say that I agree completely with everything that Mark says in his wonderful blog on the subject.
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Mmm, Tea...

Last night, we made a blend of green rooibos tea and blueberry green tea and let it sit in the pitcher. The bags are still in there. The tea is the most wonderful dark color and deep flavor and wow that's delicious. If I had pure acai juice or pure goji juice, I would blend that in.

"When the news reporter said 'Shopkeepers are opening their doors bringing out blankets and cups of tea' I just smiled. It's like yes. That's Britain for you. Tea solves everything. You're a bit cold? Tea. Your boyfriend has just left you? Tea. You've just been told you've got cancer? Tea. Coordinated terrorist attack on the transport network bringing the city to a grinding halt? Tea, dammit! And if it's really serious, they may bring out the coffee. The Americans have their alert raised to red, we break out the coffee. That's for situations more serious than this of course. Like another England penalty shoot-out."
-Jslayeruk, as posted on Metaquotes Livejournal, in response to the July 2005 London subway bombings

http://www.quotegarden.com/tea.html

We write what we can write

Earlier today, on the phone with my mother, I mentioned that I had finally and reluctantly watched the movie version of Twilight with my co-sufferers -- er, best friends. And then, as we talked about my writing as we usually do, she once again suggested that I could "Just write commercial crap like Twilight that will sell easily to teenagers, then start working on more serious things. And write the damn screenplay!"
And I told her what I always tell her. First, I'm not good at screenplays. I could write a story and have someone turn it into a screenplay. But I don't want to write that.
(Note: This comes from the years I spent growing up in Sag Harbor, NY, which is nestled in The Hamptons, which is known as Hollywood East, which is the summer home for many celebrities. Including Steven Spielberg, who has a summer home near the house of Mom's billionaire art student in East Hampton. Mr. Spielberg has a yacht, Mirabella, that docks at the Sag Harbor Wharf. Dad met him once on the docks, a humorous and friendly encounter, and Mom teaches life drawing to his wife, Kate Capshaw, sometimes. My parents would love it if I could write a screenplay and send it to Mr. Spielberg. But I don't want to write a screenplay.)
And second, I don't want to write just any commercial crap. I don't want to write formulaic Young Adult fantasy that caters to romance-starved audiences. I just personally don't. There are so many writers out there who can write books that please a wider audience, that are instant brain snacks, that become wildly commercial. And they should write them. And that's great, it's really great. I read them all the time and many of them are beautiful. But I don't want to write for the masses. I don't want to cater, I want to write what I write. And if something I write does see great commercial success, that is wonderful. But I feel more attached to the stuff I want to write now that may not please the masses. I don't want a cult following. I don't want fan clubs. I'm not going to make a million dollars. I'm honestly fine with that.

I finally found a quote that sums it up: This is from the LJ blog of Caitlin R. Kiernan, a dark fantasy author whose books I enjoy immensely, and whose novel The Red Tree I am currently devouring.

Caitlin says, here:
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These boots. Oh, man.

Have I mentioned that the only tangible birthday present I really want is something I doubt I can afford right now?

http://cgi.ebay.com/TIMBERLAND-Prentice-Mid-Boot-Black-Boots-Shoes-Womens-6_W0QQitemZ390176852257QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Women_s_Shoes?hash=item5ad85a4921#ht_2343wt_962
or
http://cgi.ebay.com/TIMBERLAND-Prentice-Mid-Brown-Boots-Shoes-Womens-6_W0QQitemZ160418374067QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Women_s_Shoes?hash=item2559ae21b3#ht_2277wt_962

But I can stare. And hope that eventually another pair will be sold in my size that I can easily afford.

Note: My mother is kind of obsessed with shoes, but prefers shoes from thrift stores, consignment shops, vintage places, etc, since she's never had much money. When I was young, I never understood this thing with shoes. Or fashion. Or makeup.
*pause*
Hey, Mom? I'm finally catching up with you.
I rarely post about awesome footwear, but I am quite in love with these amusing-looking boots. Maybe I can save up the money to buy the black pair at the end of the month. No great loss if I can't, but oh, these are good boots for someone with knee problems and ankle problems and back problems.