The 24 Movie Meme

Yay! My first meme! I am a movie fanatic – rather particular about them. I shall not foist it off on anyone else but would love to see the rest of you put up your lists!

The Weird 24 Movie Meme
(Found at Billy’s)

1. Name a movie that you have seen more than 10 times.
Out of Africa, Aliens, Tremors

2. Name a movie that you’ve seen multiple times in the theater.
I shall admit this never again – Footloose. Hey, I was in a special “stage” of life.

3. Name an actor that would make you more inclined to see a movie.
There are several – some merely because they aren’t Socialists…Robert Duvall, Bruce Willis, Billy Bob Thornton, Adam Baldwin (gotta love that Jayne), Nicole Kidman (c’mon – even I wouldn’t kick her outta bed!), Angelina Jolie (same, same), Emma Thompson (sheer genius in terms of talent)

4. Name an actor that would make you less likely to see a movie.
To scavenge someone else’s list: Jane Fonda, Sean Penn, Tim Robbins, Susan Sarandon

5. Name a movie that you can and do quote from.
Aliens (“All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal’s a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the corps! “, “Game over man… Game over!”, “Marines, we are LEAVING!”) Monty Python and the Holy Grail ( “go away or I shall taunt you a second time.”, “It’s just a flesh wound.”, “ she’s got huge… tracts of land.)

6. Name a movie musical that you know all of the lyrics to all of the songs.
Sound of Music is easy enough. I know most of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, too.

7. Name a movie that you have been known to sing along with.
Seven Brides

8. Name a movie that you would recommend everyone see.
Oh, dear…the Firefly series would be top of the list tho it’s not a movie, really.

9. Name a movie that you own.
Geez! The DVD, VHS or Laser Disc? I guess Aliens is the one I’d grab in a fire. Laser Disc, huge editors version.

10. Name an actor that launched his/her entertainment career in another medium but who has surprised you with his/her acting chops.
Hmmm. I guess Billy Bob might have been someone that I would never have predicted to make it, regardless of his prior life.

11. Have you ever seen a movie in a drive-in? If so, what?
I think I did once but could not tell you what it was – way too young.

12. Ever made out in a movie?
Oh yeah…

13. Name a movie that you keep meaning to see but just haven’t yet gotten around to it.
Pretty useless fodder out there, now. I would like to see 300, though.

14. Ever walked out of a movie?
Don’t think so. I don’t go to many – has to be worth my time and money.

15. Name a movie that made you cry in the theater.
Gladiator – Scene 1 wherein his clean gear told me he was already dead.

16. Popcorn?
Not usually – I’ll take a handful from yours but Twizzlers are my snack of choice.

17. How often do you go to the movies (as opposed to renting them or watching them at home)?
Very rarely. Perhaps once every three months. Mostly due to lack of something worthwhile.

18. What’s the last movie you saw in the theater?
Mmm…it might have been The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe! Either that or Pride and Prejudice (gloriously done).

19. What’s your favorite/preferred genre of movie?
A very well-done period piece will always get me as will excellent military/action fare. Sci-fi but it had better be very good.

20. What’s the first movie you remember seeing in the theater?
I think it was Snow White. The one I really remember, though, is Blazing Saddles.

21. What movie do you wish you had never seen?
Any of the American Pie’s. I know, I know – guys love them. I think they’re juvenile.

22. What is the weirdest movie you enjoyed?
The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada – fantastic but quite strange. The Fifth Element and Fargo are also very different.

23. What is the scariest movie you’ve seen?
Easily – The Exorcist. Seven is a close 2nd.

24. What is the funniest movie you’ve seen?
Oh, man…Monty Python of any variety…but Blazing Saddles is also fantastic. And Serenity/all the Firefly eps have incredible humor.

Dumb Masses

I refuse to click through all the VA Tech news, refuse to turn the news on again and utterly cannot bear to hear another child brought before mic to express, “…you know, how, like, crazy it was, you know?”

Cold? Yes. Admittedly. Parents are grieving. Families are altered forever. But…I cannot help but think of a room full of people – young, healthy people who were facing their last moments and only one – ONE man with 9mm’s. That’s it. Even a professional isn’t going to be able to resist 30 rushing, resisting, bent on surviving human beings.

So what in the hell happened in that room?

Did they all look at each other, hoping one was packing, or that one was willing to die for the rest of them? Did they just line up to die like lemmings? Why didn’t they just think for a minute – a moment – that it was their last decision? That they could take it or dish it out and give themselves a 50/50 chance vs. the 0% he was presenting them?

I know, I know…it’s easy from this comfortable chair in my – relatively – secure home. But I’ve been in a similar place before, with worse odds and no backup. I saw the muzzle flit upward and the twisted smile after it lowered again. Just joking, yeah. A game…

But in that moment…knife came to hand from the counter and I had corners in mind – what would take a hit and remain intact. In that flitting, glinting glance came all my life in a roar in my mind and there was nothing I wouldn’t do to continue breathing.

What happened in that room with all that roaring between their ears?

Was there no man there willing to do it – to be the one to take the hit so the rest could have a chance? [Ed: There was. Liviu, meet Fabrizio. I think you’ll get along quite well.]

I don’t know if I can stand the talking heads long enough to find out if anything else is known. If facts have come to light.

And what of the shooter? What motivations could be possible? Sure, one or two people, perhaps – vengeance. But 30? You have to carry a lot of hate to manage it. Or absolutely no feeling at all. To be God, to be God to each of them and select them…a reaping. Surely. But why?

More questions than answers at this point. Dumb masses – none left to tell the tale, I mean. Mute. Silenced. And someone somewhere is in a funeral home, taking photos, and meeting families outside with dad’s that look just like their kids. And, just as likely, wondering what more they could have done.

But the one thing that I feel most clearly…no one was able to meet him on even ground. No other 9mm’s there. Because they wanted the school to be a place of safety, a haven of learning. Oh, they learned something alright. That all the lies you’ve told them over the years – that you’ll take care of them, that life is just fine if you will think this way, like us – that there is no truth in any of it.

Quietude

The Trooper is out on the roads, doing his thing today, and I am home, trying to get a handle on the messes. I am an admittedly poor hausfrau. I don’t mind some things – laundry, dishes, cooking, and even using the beloved Dyson – but I get behind in other things. My desk is always cluttered but then it isn’t only my clutter. My catalogues stack up (tho I now rip out pages I like and toss the rest) and the kitchen counters are a mess.

I think, though, that a part of it is because we knew this place was very temporary. I just don’t care. I knew I’d be repacking much of it. I accepted that this box would remain on the floor or that stack of papers would just be tossed back into another box…so I haven’t made a concerted effort, really. However, I am looking very forward to having our own home.

I like to think that I won’t let things get out of hand – that the boxes will all be tossed, the bathrooms kept clean, the CDs always refiled (of course, they’re alphabetized – are you crazy?)…I know that this is likely a bit of dreaming. Some habits die hard, after all. But I hope that the new place will mean enough to me – us – that we’ll work hard to keep it in shape.

I’ve a list, now – things to sell and things we’ll need to purchase. I even have a running mental list of plants I’ll need to disguise the less attractive aspects of the lot. It’s easy stuff. But a small part of me hesitates, still. It does not trust that it will actually happen. Something always goes wrong, after all, and why not in this, too?

Oh, I am a pessimist. Well, perhaps a stoic is more accurate. And he is the eternal optimist. So we battle now and again on that front. I am sure I am a wet blanket, as we used to say way back in the olden times. LOL But sometimes his breezy, optimistic attitude makes me crazy, too. You cannot go through life just expecting everything will work out. Frustratingly, for him it does! Oh, I cannot tell you how crazy that makes me. I will have a triple plan and redundancies before making a decision or taking a course of action. He just walks out into the mine field of life, so to speak, and looks back, smiling. And never missteps.

Sigh…I do adore him. But I wish he were wrong more often.

Anyway, he’s gone all day and I’ve been trying to get things done but I just can’t find it in me. I want to sleep, of course. But I managed to get a few things done and I console myself with that. I’ll even tackle a few more! I just want to enjoy this day, though. I want to continue with the silent rooms about me, musing over my thoughts and not taxing myself. It is a selfish thing, this pleased acceptance of quiet solitude. As long as I’ve lived on my own I have always done so – no TV, no music, no company – just…quiet. It’s soothing.

And, of course, I surf – I hit the usual spots (which I have been quite poor about listing over to the right, I’ll admit) and then see where they link off to and find an hour or more has passed. I think our little community is quite literate. Very smart, funny, irreverent and even thought provoking. I find it very interesting to see how alike we are and yet how divergent in many ways. And how we might never have known each other if not for this medium. Not that many of YOU know ME – yet. LOL I am a lurker…I would have been a tremendous analyst for the NSA. Just let me pour over documents, find connections…happy as a clam. Sadly, I had other…interests…in my youth.

Geez, let us NOT go there, eh? That is a tale for another time. Besides, I’ve broken ties with my historian. She was…not well. And it was unhealthy to have her in my life. It took a long time and a lot of BS before I could admit that. And it is sad because she was the one who remembered everything. I’ve only snippets here and there. And nothing proper for the lady of a Trooper. But I am wholly reformed. All of that was…so foolish. Such profligate waste. Such a cavalier way to live a life. It embarrasses me to think of it. Still, for good or ill, it is who I am. But I like this Me a lot more. I think you would, too.

Remember…

Fabrizio Quattrocchi, Italian Hero, May 9, 1968-April 14, 2004

This man and his name are honored by me each year. You may not remember that singular name so allow me to remind you of his importance to this world.

Fabrizio – I use his first name as I think he was the type that would have enjoyed having a woman do so and that he’d smile in that suave Italian way and maybe even wink – was an Italian security guard in Iraq. He was kidnapped and held by terrorists and, in the end, made to dig his own grave and kneel at its edge before they killed him.

It was his decision at that moment – that hinge upon which my world turned that day – to defy them, their beliefs and their utter callowness. I like to think he was even defying God in that moment, a God that would allow such nonsense to not only be permitted but to thrive.

I shall quote from the Wikipedia entry, “Quattrocchi’s kidnappers forced him to dig his own grave and kneel beside it wearing a hood as they prepared to film his death, but he defied them by pulling off the hood and shouting “Adesso (or ora) vi faccio vedere come muore un italiano!” — “Now I will show you how an Italian dies!” He was then shot in the back of the neck.”

My GOD. Does it get any better than that? Can you be more of a Man than that?! It as as large a FUCK YOU as any man has ever delivered in modern time and I adore him for it. So allow me this moment – this shaking, tear verging moment, won’t you?

Oh, and it makes me grin, it does, in that feral way that a soldier knows. I can feel deep in the belly a stirring that is respect – the kind that is known only in one soldier to another. I have felt it only rarely in the past but it tells me, subtly, that once there was a time when the armor rattled on bones.

Tomorrow night, Fabrizio, we shall dine on Italian – some puttanesca, I think – and drink to your name. Saluto!

The Kitchen Sink

As in…it’s all here, folks. An assortment of thoughts rumbling about this morning. It’s been an early one, too. So…where to start? Something pleasant…

We had the great pleasure of meeting Christina F2F this week. Trooper was very kind to drive and attend the somewhat girly event with me. He actually had a terrific time and was quite pleased with the company. He may have been influenced by the plethora of food presented to him, of course. There is no way to describe her sweetness nor the envy I had for the Diva In Training apron her little girl was wearing. I shall learn to sew and I shall have an apron for every mood! [shaking fist in the air] It’s glorious country out there, too. So unlike where we shall be living…

LOL Yes, yes – the hunt is over and it’s all done but for the signing. Oh, I’m petulant about a few things but I have come to consider it and decide that I am being a seriously selfish and unappreciative woman. So I had this list – a top 3 list of Not’s – and not one of the three is avoided in this home. At first, I was just sour faced and fighting it. Unfair, I cried out inside. But then I ran my mind over the truth of it – it’s better than anything I’ve ever had in that it’s MINE – well, OURS – and that I have no right to be so demanding when this is the very best we could do. Mind you, we’ve not the ability to fund a mansion and we had a range within which we had to reside to abide by DPS’ rules so the constraints were many and immovable.

Within those constraints we found something reasonably acceptable and with a good likelihood of paying off in the future. We know we won’t stay there forever. It’s likely a five year home. So that, too, has adjusted my thinking on the matter. Who knows where we’ll be in that time – especially if he goes for Ranger. Those openings are few, after all.

And what else…the news…pfft. I am so sick of it all. Ticks – they remind me of ticks all sucking off the same dying dog. Imus? He used a vernacular that is heard daily on the commute, pounding bass lines accentuating the “urban” decay. They will call it racism but the real racism is in declaring that he is too white to be saying that sort of thing. They are words, people. Words. Whatever happened to the old “sticks and stones” concept?

Anyone want to discuss Feinstein’s abrupt departure from the Senate Military Construction Appropriations Subcommittee? The profit her husband made from her voting record on military construction contracts? No? God, you can hear a pin drop, can’t you?

How about the chatter on the net about where that anthrax came from back during 9/11? Anybody?

Oh, the list of topics is long today and I’m running out of time. But there’s the start of it – the things percolating in my mind this morning. Now I think it’s time to percolate some coffee. Damned early shift…