Showing posts with label obsessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obsessions. Show all posts

26 July 2009

Fangs a lot

Back in the day, I was a devotee of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I came to the series late - sometime in series four, and the episode with virtually no dialogue to be exact. Once I did, I got seriously hooked on the drama, the witty repartee and the suitably reigned-in angst. The Chosen One battled some big problems (homework, teenage misunderstanding and sending her beloved to hell as well as the weekly vamp patrols), all while managing to keep her dignity in tact wearing extraordinarily short skirts. I loved me some Spike too, although at heart I was more of an Angel girl, even though I didn't find the series Angel as compelling as Buffy.

(As an aside, it was Buffy, together with Jane Austen, that introduced me to the joys of the worldwideinterweb and fanfic in the early days. I remember trawling through the excellent buffyguide.com for a synopsis of episodes I missed, because back then VHS tapes of television programmes were expensive.)

I've not really been much interested in vampy-flavoured literature or drama since then, but here I am ten years later completely entranced with them again. It seems I'm not alone, as suddenly vampires and the human gals who love them are absolutely everywhere, rating their moody socks off. Here's what I've been watching lots of lately.

Although rather similar to Angel (without the supernatural overtones), I found the one-series wonder Moonlight most entertaining. Vampire detective, pledging not to bite any human unless absolutely necessary, Mick St John had great chemistry with the heroine of the story, journalist and human Beth. It's glossy and disposable television, if a bit twee, but thoroughly enjoyable.

Much more compelling is TrueBlood, the first series of which I have nearly finished watching and am now completely hooked on, just like in the old days of Buffy. These are people - both un-dead and alive - behaving very badly indeed, but so sharply written that you can't help feeling sympathy for almost every character. It's set in the South, full of oppressive heat and a sense of decay, and twangy accents. I particularly like the plot device of having vampires coming out into mainstream society (albeit only at night), rather than hiding away in the shadows.

Most of all, I like the way the character of Bill, a 173 year old vampire, is portrayed. He retains something of his time - the Civil War - in his speech, manners and clothing. Great acting and writing indeed; I'm about to start reading the first of the Sookie Stackhouse novels by Charlaine Harris, which the series is based on. They are meant to be a fantastic read.

Of course, there's also the biggest vampire-fest around - the Twilight juggernaut. I've read a couple of the novels, and found that while they can be engaging, it is essentially far too teenage angsty for my taste. (And, yes, I know that I am way out of the demographic it's intended for.) I liked the film better.

But seriously, Edward Cullen needs to get over himself already, as this brilliant Twilight/Buffy mash-up proves.



All most entertaining, but why can't we have a series in which the troubled vampire is female, struggling with what she has become, living in the contemporary world struggling with her doomed attraction to a human male? Is it too much to ask?

29 November 2008

Speedy

There's a big push on saving water in Melbourne. Our water storage levels are frighteningly low, and, while it may have been raining a lot over the past week, we're now a parched city.

We're on 3A water restrictions, which means watering the garden is restricted to twice a week between 6 and 8am, among other things. In an attempt to prevent us moving to level 4 restrictions, the government has launched a big campaign about reducing everyone's personal water consumption to 155 litres per day, with the four minute shower at the heart of the campaign.

They were handing out tiny four minute hourglasses at Flinders Street Station earlier in the week, so I now know that I already take a speedy shower - two minutes without washing my hair, three minutes with. All well and good, with an interesting side affect. While showering this morning, I took to making deals with myself, considering when I was next going to shave my legs - a two minute job? - and exfoliate said legs in preparation for summer fake-tannery. If I washed my hair this morning, and shave one leg (I'm wearing jeans today), I can shave my other leg and exfoliate both legs tomorrow.

Modern life. So complicated.

(On a related matter, someone I spoke to recently was amazed that my 13 year old son still takes a bath rather than a shower. But my way of thinking, it saves more water to have all three kids use the same bath water - separately! - than have him take a shower, while the other two use a bath. I'm keeping the serial bathing going as long as I can.)

10 April 2008

Ex-libris

Another month has rushed past, and I'm afraid there's been no blogging to be had. In the midst of juggling work and school holidays, and now the busy-ness of the children returning to school for second term, I've been re-arranging our bookshelves, which has kept me away from the 'puter. (Except for a bit of a current dalliance with e-Bay, but that's another story.)

It's been fun, attempting to create some order in three big bookcases. About two years ago, and while recovering from an awful headcold, I arranged all of our books by the colours of their spines. It looked great - and individual books were surprisingly easy to find - but I couldn't really do that again. This time our books are located in two rooms, and our newest bookcase has smart square 'pigeon-hole' shelves, so the look of the books is quite different.

This time around, I've organised the books according to category, not colour. Except for the orange-spined Penguins, which are all on one shelf and are colour coded.

There's been some surprises in this category focused arrangement; I didn't realise we had so much poetry. Which in itself was an odd thing to think, as we both have Arts degrees and I majored in English Literature. They sit above my collection of Shakespeare, which I took quite a bit of time arranging as I kept checking out the annotations I wrote in margins 20 years ago. It seems that in 1983, I was very concerned about the recurring theme of time.

I have created full shelves of non-fiction categories too, like the cookbooks that aren't in current use and therefore have been banished from my kitchen. There are sections devoted to interior design with a bit of gardening thrown in. And reference books for pregnancy, childbirth, and raising toddlers. Books with confronting titles like He'll Be OK (Growing Gorgeous Boys into Good Men), Some Girls Do (My Life as a Teenager) and The Puberty Book are now finding their way onto this shelf.

And it's been fun to discover the fiction too. Some of my Marian Keyes novels are mislaid, and I have a whole lot of dodgy chick-lit that I've obviously read, but can't remember their plots. There's also quite a few books that I've started but haven't finished, and which I can't yet part with.

A nice surprise was to find a Georgette Heyer I've had lurking around but had not read. She's one of those writers that I've been meaning to read for a while, as there's been a surge of interest in her work this past decade. I'm currently reading Devil's Cub, and I must admit that it didn't leap up and grab me at first. Too self-conscious in its creation of a time and place I felt. But now the story has hit its straps, and I'm enjoying it immensely. Just plain fun!

Naturally this task means that I have only increased the number of books on my 'to read' pile. And I've just joined a bookclub, so there will be even books that I must read (and find space for) this year.

And that can only be good.

19 May 2007

It's on the list

Now I have a whole three days to myself every week, I've been getting around to that list of jobs that need doing. You know the one - that list we all have of things that we need to do, or should do, and even perhaps want to do, but never manage to get around to because there's too much to do at the end of the working day, like eat, or fold washing, or catch up on the episode of Heroes that you recorded the other day while you were watching Spicks & Specks.

Here's what I've ticked off my list over the past five weeks.

1. Tidied up my shoe shelves and thrown out the shoes I'll never wear again.
2. Taken The Little Guy to the doctor for his four year old immunisation, and to have his pigeon-toed stance checked out.
3. Got rid of the dust-bunnies lurking in every corner of this house (they'll be back by the end of this weekend).
4. Done our 2005-06 tax return. Yes I know we left it right until the end of the yearly cut-off date, but we always do.
5. Been to the art gallery.
6. Had some of The Little Guy's friends over to play during the week.
7. Started sorting out the kids clothes, so I can pass on the ones they've grown out of.
8. Been on a kindergarten excursion.
9. Been to watch Miss Mucks play a basketball match (and they won!).
10. Had lunch in the city with The Hubster twice.
11. Regularily made biscuits for the kids' lunchboxes, rather than giving them commercially made snacks.
12. Seen my brother a lot more than I used to (usually he and I work completely incompatible hours).
13. Reconnected with friends.
14. Cleaned out all of the heater vents ready for winter.

However, there are some things I still have to knock off that list ... like finish cleaning up our study (which involves at least two years worth of filing), rescue our garden from despair, and finish tidying up the wardrobes in this place. I even have vague plans to make a quilt out of Miss Mucks's old clothes; I've been saving the prettiest of her old dresses and skirts since she was tiny, and my sister has promised to help me conquer my fear of the sewing machine to put the quilt together.

At least I'm not driven to sort out our CDs in alphabetical order. Just putting them into their right cases would be triumph.

04 April 2007

Square eyes

I spend a sizeable proportion of my life in front of a screen.

Most of my job is spent responding to emails, writing, editing and coming up with cunning (communication) plans. I'm obviously a big internet consumer too; while I don't have to log on every day, I do miss it if I don't get a regular dose of Go Fug Yourself, AustenBlog or even my dinky online 2002 mothers group.


My lifelong screen addiction, however, is to that one in the corner of the room, the blessed television. We've been in a devoted relationship for over 40 years, starting with my first great love Adventure Island, right up to my current loves Grey's Anatomy , Gilmore Girls and Spooks.


It's a love that's seen me through being home sick from school, study avoidance, lonely Saturday nights, newly-married-we're-staying-in-on-Friday-night-so-we-can-save-for-a-house-deposit-bliss, breastfeeding, and now a diversion when The Hubster is snoring merrily and loudly away on the couch. It's bonded me with friends and family, and provided me with hours of (sometimes) guilty pleasure. Recently, it's also helped me get through a bad bout of the blues.

I also have a bit of something on the side with cinema. I don't get to the movies much these days thanks to the combined talents of Number One Son, Miss Mucks and The Little Guy, but I love it when I do, even when the film is all kinds of bad (come on down Music & Lyrics). I still clearly remember my first ever cinema experience, which was Snow White. It scared me witless, and I loved it.

As I often have the urge to blabber on about my latest screen experience, I've decided to devote a separate blog to it. You can find it here.

29 October 2006

Five things I'm obsessed with right now...

I haven't posted for a while. It's been a busy time; lots on at work, little time to write. Time then for a quick of five things I'm obsessed about right now (that have nothing to do with work).

1. My iPod. I'm rediscovering music. Keane. Madeleine Peyroux. Simple Minds! Nouvelle Vague. Now I want to have one of those nifty stereo thingies that you pop your iPod into, and have my favourite tunes blasting out on for all to enjoy. On shuffle.

2. Walking. A few weeks ago I started walking regularly with a friend. It makes me feel great, particularly when I'm stressed. Unfortunately, I am so busy at present that I don't have the time to go on a 45 minute walk. Well, I do, but it would be at the risk of divorce, as my husband is having to take on the bulk of the child wrangling duties at present, and isn't getting to do the things he needs to get done for himself either.

3. Commando Christmas shopping. This year if I see anything remotely suitable for someone, within the right price range, I buy it there and then. None of this wandering around, pondering the possibilities. I've already got quite a cupboard of goodies at the ready, and not all of them are toys. I intend spending the last few days before Christmas serenely wrapping presents, photographing happy children, and cooking nice food. Ha!

4. Maggie O'Farrell. I've read great reviews of her first novel After You'd Gone. I'm really enjoying reading it, a chapter at a time, before I go to sleep. Very happy that her other novels are out there for me to read as well: her latest is getting great reviews. Nothing like discovering a new writer that you like.

5. Food. Cooking dinner is a bit of an escape from the madness of life at present: I find following the steps of a recipe rather relaxing. A few weeks ago, I discovered Melbourne chef Karen Martini's first cookbook. I can't recommend it highly enough. I'm about to cook her Chicken & Broken Pasta soup for tonight. It is truly the best soup I've ever made. Even the children love it - just don't tell them that there's cabbage in it!

11 September 2006

Ten things I'm obsessed with right now...

At any given time, I am obsessed with a number of random things, feelings or questions. Here's my current top ten ... in no particular order.

1. My garden. It's a mess. It's spring, and I want to get planting again.

2. Not leaving all the packing for our holiday until the last minute (we go away at the end of this week). I packed all of the sheets and towels today. I detest packing for five people to go away for a week at the beach - but it's so worth it when we get there. Tomorrow night, I pack the children's clothes.

3. My children's happiness. Especially my daughter who's had a tough time of it recently. Seeing her bounce around with joy makes my life a lot happier.

4. Grey's Anatomy. My current fluff television addiction. Tuesdays are made fun at work by dissecting the amusing dialogue and general McDreaminess of Monday night's episode.

5. What to do about my job. I have to work, and I really like what I do, but there's things about my current job which are soul destroying.

6. The BBC is about to screen a new series of Jane Eyre. I don't think I can wait until it's finally screened here in Australia next autumn or winter (which is the usual lag time 'tween the UK and here). I'm buying the DVD when I can!

7. Reading blogs. Wish I could be inspired more to write mine.

8. New York. And not just because of today. I was there for a day earlier this year - my first visit to the States - and I loved it. I want to go back and see it properly, without the snow and the jetlag, and with my husband.

9. Reading. I haven't been immersed in a good book for a long time. Any suggestions?

10. My iPod. It wasn't charged up today and my tram journey was damn boring without it or something to read (see number nine). I am about to put some David Essex on it too. Yes, I'm that old!