The Awakening

Have you seen this yet?? I watched this movie last Friday, and was mesmerized by it. Some reviews find it too be a bit too much, but I quite liked it. The soundtrack is amazing and powerful.

(ps: obviously not quite giving up this space anytime soon.)

Ten Things I've been loving this November

I started this post a back in October, but since I've been lacking the time to finish it, I've just decided to add on.

Hurrah, we made it to December people--bring on the snow! Here are some more things I'm loving this month: 

1. Pumpkin Chai Tea. Ok, it's not the pumpkin spice latte, but when you add the foamed milk, it darn well could be. It's deliciioussss. (I also bought a red velvet flavoured tea to go along with it!!!! I'm in love.)


2. Scary movies. Ok, it's long past Halloween. By two months. But I'm particularly fond of the black and white films, like The Uninvited. (Honestly, aside from the 1940s shmaltz, it's legit. creepy) And how about them Cat People?

3. Ahh. Ahh. AAHHH. Get thee to a Starbucks immediately.


4. Supernatural. I didn't think I would start watching it again, but it's not so bad this season. And honestly, it's getting to the point where Castiel and Dean should simply be together.

5. Pumpkin bread. I made it! Finally! And sadly ate it before I could get a nice picture of the results.
But here's the lovely recipe I followed.

I found this, and enjoyed it greatly.

6. National Novel Writing Month. Not that I have the time to write one (aside from newsworthy items,  har har), but I have a few possibilities kicking around in my brain. (One involves rabid 1,000 year old trees. Don't ask.)


7. The start of Christmas music on the radio. Plus people like this fellow.

8. Doctor Who preview. Wonderful, glorious spoilers.

9. The Who. I saw them in concert last week, and it just reminded of how great music was (and still is) back in the 60s and 70s. PS: These guys haven't changed at all.

10. The fact that I am only a mere few weeks away from having nothing to do. I'll take doing this as a way of relaxation. That, and watching this clip. Ahh, if only I were there!

Images from here

Rainbow War

Having first seen this back in--was it kindergarten?--I never thought I'd find it. But aha! Watching it now, it is just as awesome (perhaps even more!) as I remembered it to be.

ps: Ryan Stiles is in it. I laughed when I found out, because when you find him it's so obvious.

Thursday Afternoon Meanderings

-I have a bit of time this afternoon (no class!! For the time being) to write a post.

-So folks, here I am.
-I should be taking this free time to study, yet I choose blogging instead.
-Go figure.
-But my theory is, blog now, regret it later.
-Mm.
-Or do both.
-What would you rather fight: duck sized horses or a horse-sized duck?
-Be honest now.
-I have a feeling some online meme is going to start with Justin Trudeau like it did (which the above line relates to) with Romney & Obama.
-Mittens!
-Someone walked by with perfume that smells like bathroom spray.
-After the fact.
-Dessert would be lovely.
-May find myself making Pillsbury chocolate chunk cookies when I get home tonight.
-Late as it may be.
-At least they're instant.
-I feel slightly more exposed blogging in a newsroom than I would on my own laptop.
-For obvious reasons.
-I can only imagine reading a woman's mind is like listening to the radio while constantly turning the dial. 
-That made me snort.
-I like that one, because it's probably true.
-That deserves... A facebook status?
-I don't do those anymore.
-And my profile picture consists of a spotted llama instead of myself.
-Priceless.
-Or just plain sad.
-I still haven't started studying.
-The fate of my test this coming Tuesday is sealed.
-law law law.
-Everything is coming up... Libel.
-I am the LAW.
-I would be on my way home right now if it weren't for a late class.
-Oddly enough.
-At least I got to sleep in this morning.
-Otherwise it would have been a long-ass day.
-Ok, it's still long, but not as long.


-I thought watching TWD would be too suspenseful. Now I kind of want to start watching it. The theme is awesome, and I want it for my own dramatic happenings in life.

The past few months in pictures

It's Sunday. I have a soft lead to work on, yet I'm also watching You've Got Mail, trying to send off an email, and thinking of things I should bake sometime. (How productive I am.) And to add on to those things, I'm writing a new post. In short, here's what I've been up to lately:

My birthday cake from a few months ago--long since eaten, but still lovely to look at. Mm.

A recent trip to a farm for my up and coming photo essay.

Trying my hand at speed photography

And a few from a trip to the Royal Winter Fair

This little guy (or girl) was my favourite!

And not to mention, lots of writing. Whether it can/will measure up to my days at Dal, we'll soon find out.

Thoughts on a Friday

I used to eat Nutella by the jar, but no longer. 

-How I've missed doing this.
-Doing Thoughts on a Sunday doesn't have the same affect as Thoughts on a Friday.
-I have school work to do today, but that makes me all the more want to do Friday's thoughts.
-So I shall.
-At the moment, I'm being journalistic and trying to work out the beginnings a soft-lead story.
-So far, so good.
-I hope I do okay on it, because my news reporting prof is tough as nails.
-He tends to rip his students to shreds, I guess as a way to buffer us for "the real world".
-Ok, I'm sure the real world is in fact tough, but not everywhere, depending on where you work.
-For my last pretend news assignment, he wrote on my paper that my opening sentence was "kind of lame."
-Wow, I've never had that happen before.
-I'm not so much offended by it as I'm mildly surprised.
-Is that what they do in the real world of journalism?
-But I'm only in college.
-Okay, perhaps it was a little weak, but not lame.
-And maybe I am a tad offended by that.
-Ok, maybe it was.
-He is, however, a pro at grammar, and definitely knows what the hell he's doing.
-After all, he's apparently been in the field for about 30+ years.
-He gets frustrated easily when he sees something that have unnecessary words like "entirely destroyed." Nope, that would be just destroyed by itself.
-If he were to check this blog out, he would probably want to crumple it up into cyber space because nothing here is CP Style (Canadian Press) and/or grammatically incorrect.
-I've used he quite a lot.
-Before I take up half this space rattling on about my prof, let's move on to something completely different, shall we?
-And it's not going to be about the news.
-Maybe one day, but not today.
-Unless it's about Rob Ford, whom I enjoy ripping.
-Or would that be considered libellous?
-This vid was just begging to be found.
-All the more reason for me to get a cat one day.
-Snow? In Manitoba?
-Oh my.
-It's supposed to be cooler here in Ontario, but with no snow accompanying.
-Pumpkins.
-My goal is to make a pumpkin loaf this season.
-Going to Graceland.
-My article is going no where, and my computer's running out of power.
-Goes to show where my priorities are, eh?
-Turkey time!
-My thought priorities: food, and food.
-Oh, and study.
-Thanksgiving this weekend, whooo.
-And we actually have company this year!
-As for previous years, I was in school.
-You know, it's the 50th anniversary of Dr. No? And if the opening doesn't interest you, this might.
-Ta ta!

As of a few years ago, I associate the fall season/Thanksgiving with this particular piece. 

From here and here

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

   Steady thy laden head across a brook;

   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?

   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

   Among the river sallows, borne aloft

      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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