I Am the One Who Knocks (And No One is Home)

oh god ali

So, I’m only now getting into Breaking Bad (I know, shut up, I am the one who knocks last apparently), and found this picture, and turned to show it to my much-farther-into-the-show-than-I-am sister.

She smiled, but looked a bit confused, so I said “It’s blue rock candy,” because that’s probably the only confusing part of the picture.

She gave me a look, and, still smiling, said,

“But why does the baby have a goatee?”

She thought the baby was supposed to be a leprechaun.

A leprechaun guys, a Leprechaun.

She says she worries that she’s living inside of a blonde joke sometimes.

To those in the know of my other blog posts, you can find my sister, Lexy, at the link in her name.

Anyone But Rosa

So, I wanted to do a continuation of THIS story I did, where the prompt was to use the sentence “Rossamund was a boy with a girl’s name”… and then I did.

Simple enough, I think.

This is set far into the future, beyond its prequels middle school setting, and I hope you enjoy 🙂

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Anyone but Rosa 

“Hey Tuesday!”

He turned, smiling, and accepted the pat on the back as Rudy slid past him to the bus. His rucksack was full to bursting, same as Jackie’s, and he shared a look with Monroe. He and Monroe had packed the suggested amount of clothing for the trip, had packed the weather-specific pieces in the fairly full suitcase the four of them were sharing… and they were likely the only ones who would be able to travel comfortably on their hitch-hike around Scandinavia.

“Ross, why do you still let him call you that? Why do you still go by that nickname?”

He shrugged, and helped the driver get their suitcase into the storage compartment, handing over his backpack and then Monroe’s.

“That’s the thing about nicknames… they tend to stick.” Sadly. Tragically.

He’d gotten used to it.

“Mundy, get in the bus already! I’m not sitting next to tuna breath over here!”

He’d also gotten used to Jackie. She had a unique way of addressing people, in that she never used their actual names.

He did end up sitting next to her on the bus, and so got the honor of listening to her snore for most of the ride.

He sighed, and looked over her head out the window.

He thought it would likely be confusing for any friends they met along the way… because what would they call him? He had so many names to choose from.

His parents called him Rossamund, as that was the name they put on his birth certificate; from that Jackie called him Mundy, and through that nickname his classmates (including Rudy) stated calling him Tuesday, and later in college he was known primarily, as Monroe called him, Ross.

He was a man of many names…

But, Rossamund, Ross, Mundy, or Monday, at least he was consistent in his personality.

Jackie, once she’d moved on from her identity of the Tomboy of the class, had jumped from protest to protest, each cause greater than the last, with the latest being the injustice of feminazi’s trying to say tampons were Anti-Feminist.

She was currently very against feminazi’s giving feminists a bad name.

Rudy had shed his quiet-boy skin from middle school and had reveled in how genetics had favored him, finding sports more challenging and more extreme to throw himself into… it occasionally meant he also found various things to throw himself off of, the higher the better, and this trip was his way of trying to find himself.

He wanted to be able to throw himself entirely into his occupation, and to do that he had to settle on one thing.

He could only hope that finding himself didn’t turn into Rudy getting the rest of them lost.

He wasn’t terribly worried though, as Monroe had everything in their trip planned out, maps and back up maps on hand and in backpack and in pocket…

From what he’d gleaned, Monroe had been a bit of a bully as a child—a fact, he supposed, that would likely explain why he was so sensitive to his various nicknames. Now he was the very definition of a gentle giant, but once upon a time he’d likely have been one of the boys to make fun of him for having a girl’s name.

He’d met Monroe in college, sharing a room and then an apartment with each other… Monroe didn’t understand how he could introduce himself as Rossamund, offer the option to call him Ross, and be entirely fine with a manic girl crashing into their dorm calling him Mundy, and another guy shouting out for him, for ‘Tuesday’, across campus.

“Look, if they’re bothering you,” he’d once started, concerned and protective and likely thinking back to his own days of bullying, but he’d waved him off.

“I have a strange name, for a boy, and there are worse things to be called.”

He always remembered that. There were worse things to be called.

When signing things, he always signed his full name. He signed Rossamund, because at the root of it, that was who he was.He didn’t think he’d changed all that much

Ross was from Rosaamund.

Mundy was from Rossamund.

And, strange as it was, Tuesday was from Rossamund as well.

Okay, it was from Rossamund after taking a side trip through the mind of a dozen thirteen year olds, but the origin was there all the same.

Now, he looked out at the passing landscape, down to the blur of faces alongside the road, and wondered what other nicknames he would get here.

He was looking forward to it, actually, what different people with different languages would do with his name… because as ‘bad’ as any of them could end up being, there was always something worse.

Because Rossamund could be Ross, or Mundy, or even Tuesday, but he would never, ever again allow himself to be Rosa.

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So, hope you enjoyed that, and look forward to more fiction 🙂

I’m looking forward to the next prompt 🙂

Looked a bit like I had a Boner…

So, one thing that I’ve noticed bout when Lexy goes on Walks, is that she usually carries a bag with her. One to sling over her shoulder and hold onto a water botle, a fold-up dish, and the poop bags.

The other day when I went for a walk with Gwynn, I decided that it was hot, yes, but we were only going out for a half-hour for now, and another short walk later, so I decided to forgo grabbing a bag and just shove the bags in my pocket.

A few streets from my house, I looked down and noticed that the tube of bags I’d shoved into the pocket of my shorts was looking a bit odd.

A bit like I had a boner…

I’m sure no one thought that I, in my girly short shorts and floral shirt, was a man showing off my junk, but still, in the same way penis jokes have amused me when I was in middle school, I was still amused at the thought.

Makes me wonder if other people would have connected the bulge by my crotch was a roll of poop bags (lavender scented, even) and what else they could have thought it was.

Just thoughts.

Sisters, Not Twins Though…

This past Easter Weekend my family came to Ottawa.

This was nice, as it meant that I wouldn’t have to make the treacherous journey myself to Toronto.

There was a great deal of walking (not as much as one would think though), we went to the Museum of Civilization (GO THERE! Especially if you have kids. Not specifically kid-oriented, but a lot of things for them to touch, look at, all that stuff), ordered too much food on more than one occasion, and, among other things, they helped me start packing up.

Some may be reading this, checking the date, wondering why I am packing up now rather than later, closer to when the actual school term ends, and I’m going to have to say it’s because there’ll be less crap to pack up at the end of the year this way.

Three bins of stuff, a couple of boxes, a shelving unit that they brought down part way through the school year, and some other things, and my room is much sparser, but likely will be much easier to pack up in May.

See? I’m not just crazy here.

The packing was done on Sunday, with much cleaning and failed organization on my part (and cleaning on the family’s part, I admit), and at one point, nearing the end of the moving-stuff-to-car phase, Mom and I were in my room, and Lexy was in the kitchen…

I heard the Yeti, my only female roommate come in and say “Hi!” to Lexy.

In my mind, this was a normal thing. The Yeti is being friendly. Ok.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, and said Hi myself.

“WHOA!”

The Yeti had apparently thought that my sister was me. I at first thought that her startled yell was over the bins in the kitchen… but no. It was the startlement of saying Hi to someone, getting a response, and then having the person you thought you just said Hi to come into the room. And say Hi back again.

I still giggle over it… I think I take too much pleasure in people mistaking me for Lexy and Lexy for me, and us for twins…

we really aren’t.

There is more than a one year gap between Lexy’s and my own age. More than 3, in fact.

So it’s funny that I look that old, and Lexy looks that young, and we look that much like each other despite such a gap…

And we sound pretty much the same as well.

I mentioned that I probably take too much pleasure in us being mistaken for each other?

That extends to the phone.

So it is totally understandable that the Yeti thought my sister was me, and despite me having some colour in my hair, and Lexy’s hair being shorter than my own…

To show, here are two pictures of My sister and I side by side

Lexy: Left & Me: Right

This is over last summer, taken at Grundy Park (where I worked).

Me: Left & Lexy: Right

This is a slightly more recent picture, before I got colour in my hair.

So yeah, entirely understandable…

But still makes me giggle.

Another highlight of this weekend was Blueberry pie.

We had some…

and I have the leftovers 😀

Pie is delicious.

Hope you all had a wonderful Easter!

Confessing my Skating Guilt….

So, this past weekend I went with a couple of my friends down to the canal to go skating. It was fun, and brought back memories even as I saw huge changes to what I remember.

We went at night, so there was skating snow everywhere on the ice, and it reminded me fondly of when my parents used to get REALLY angry and concerned for me when I was a child.

See, I had the habit of deciding to sit down and play with the snow. During the busy day-time hours, in the middle of the canal.

I don’t remember this being because I was tired or anything, just that I wanted to try making a snowman or something. Sometimes a snow angel.

Nevermind the blades of horrible child-death that were whooshing around my tiny form.

I was a kid. I was brought there by my parents.

No harm could come to me.

I was invincible. No harm could come from sitting in the middle of this.

The area’s I remember for having booths for hot chocolate and beavertails still had those odd little buildings on the ice, but they now have this even larger building thing for changing into skates and whatnot. They also had a building to rent skates, knee pads and whatever else you may need as a tourist.

When I was little I think I asked just about every year how the buildings managed to stay there when the ice melted.

I had never been there during the not-frozen-over years, and thought that the buildings were maybe stuck to the side of the canal.

Or maybe the canal was frozen over all the time.

Or maybe the buildings had huuuuge basement parts that went down to the bottom of the canal, so that the buildings weren’t floating on the canal, they were sicking out of it.

I don’t think I ever believed my parents when they said that they brought the buildings onto the ice, they didn’t stay there year-round.

Now, of course, I know that they use some sort of Ottawarrian ice magic to put the buildings on the ice as soon as they have forced the ice to be thick enough to support them.

But when I went with my friends, it was about 8:30pm or so, and so significantly less busy.

It was darker than this, but about as busy

Meghan, a native Ottawarrior, I thought she would be closer to my level skating-wize, as she had the opportunity to go skating on the canal every day should she want to. It didn’t matter that she’s from Kanata. Turns out that she’s more of a rusty skater than anything, and I”m fine with that. A lot of my friends are at this stage in Toronto, and so I’m used to skating around them and working with their pace to do huge loops around them to be able to go as quickly as I want, get as much exercise as I want, and still be able to keep up a conversation.

Eleanor, I admit that until this past winter break I thought she would be at the same level as Meghan is actually at. This past winter break she got a job to teach children how to skate. When we went skating, I saw that she doesn’t look as comfortable skating as I thought she would, but she’s good at skating. She definitely doesn’t look as comfortable skating as I do.

I’m going to pause on that here, and mention for the sake of people who don’t know me that I have been playing hockey since I was 5. Lets round that up to 6 though, because I was signed up for playing hockey when I didn’t know how to skate.

Then, up until I was about 10 or 11 I did skating lessons, and Hockey Skills classes where they taught me how to skate better than all the other kids my age group, and do it while having a stick in my hand and doing my best to carry a puck, aim, keep it away from all the boys in the class (I was pretty much the only girl, but that was no difference to the fact that I was on a boys team), and NOT fall down.

I still fell down a lot, but I had Hockey equipment on.

My mom, confidence boosting as she is, has mentioned numerous times that she can’t believe how ‘graceful’ on the ice I am. I’m fine with that. I take it to mean that she can’t believe how awesome on the ice I am.

I’m not being overconfident. I know that there are people out there who are better at skating, who are better at playing hockey than me. Hell, I still have problems raising the puck when playing (shooting the puck so that it lifts off the ice).

But it’s not arrogance to say that I’m a more than decent player, or more than decent at skating.

Meghan can skate. Eleanor is a decent skater.

Melissa, the other friend who was with us when skating, is not a good skater.

She does that shuffle down the ice, looking stiff and uncomfortable as she stares at the toes of her skates and hopes she doesn’t fall down.

I really don’t like skating with her.

I really like her, she’s a great friend, has a great sense of humour, and I feel really bad about thinking this, but I really don’t ever want to go skating with her.

Again, I mean.

I’m a horrible person.

She hasn’t gone skating for like 3 years, and after skating with her for 30 minutes I’m thinking she sucks and I don’t want to skate with her.

I’m thinking that she needs to get a chair to help her skate.

I’m thinking that I really don’t want to ever go skating with her again.

I suck.

GUILT!

I feel like I wouldn’t have thought these things if she hadn’t been as bad a skater as she was, and made it seem like we should have at least one of us skating right next to her.

I feel like she wasn’t having fun at all either.

I also feel like if I hadn’t been as enthusiastic about skating as I was, she would have felt better about saying that she didn’t want to skate anymore.

I SUCK!

What kind of friend thinks this stuff up and then posts it on a blog???

I just needed to mention it to SOMEONE, and I didn’t want to mention it to a friend 😦

I love skating, but I don’t like skating alone if I can help it…

BAH!

Now the internet can see my guilt, and point its gigantic finger at my shame. I feel a bit better after three days, but still…

Answers From Randomized Music

Hey all! I challenge you to complete this test, because this can be really funny 😀 (This means you Lexy)

I saw this on another’s profile, and thought it would be interesting to try 😀 I used my phone, as I have all my music on it.

iPod About You Test.

1] Put your iPod/MP3/iTunes, et cetera on shuffle.

2] For each question, click the next button to get your answer.

3] You must write that song down no matter how silly it sounds.

4] The artist of the song goes in brackets (]) next to the song.

5] You can put any comments in parentheses next to the song.

6] Put it on your profile.

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What would you say about your boyfriend/girlfriend?

Drunken Lament [Ludo]

(I hope that this means that any future boy/girlfriend of mine will be funny and someone who I listen to when I want to cheer up, not that I’ll be sad and drunk with them… or that he/she/I will be drunk and needy through the relationship)

What is the first thing you say in the mornings?

Love Cats [The Cure]

(I wish I could have a cat [ALLERGIES]… but usually my first thing I say is “mph…” or “NNNNnnnnnnnn….” If I’m feeling REALLY unwilling to get up)

Your teacher is…

Breakaway [Kelley Clarkson]

(I would like to get away from ONE of my teachers… Will deal though :D)

What’s written on your class’s blackboard?

Here without you [3 Doors Down]

(considering a good portion of my classmates only show up occasionally, that’s funny 😀 They’ll never see the message)

How would you describe your neighbors?

A Moment like this [Various Artists]

(They haven’t eaten any of my stuff since I got back, so I’ll assume it’s a happy thought… unless it’s about how some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this, and could have gone another lifetime without someone you don’t know or really like eating your food)

What would your best friend say about you?

Riot [Three Days Grace]

(… 😀 I’ll take that as more fun than dangerous or sketchy)

How do you feel right now?

Just Because [Jane’s Addiction]

(Well, that’s as good an answer as “I dunno” or a shrug… or even “fine.” Amused would also work right now :D)

What’s on your bedside table right now?

Memory [Cats]

(Yes I have Cats {musical} music… and I guess memory would work. Aloe plant I finally remembered to ask for, a fork and two spoons I need to remember to clean up, and a variety of pills to make sure I don’t get scurvy or anything :D)

What did you do when you woke up this morning?

Step Into a World [Dance Much 1997]

(Wow, rather poetic there… ) {also could be [Much Dance 1997]*shrugs*}

When you open your wardrobe you see…

Numb [p!nk]

(I still have a lot of my clothes in my suitcase from over the break 😛 “Like the coldest winter I am frozen from you… you make me so numb” very little clothing in there :D)

What did you say after you last attended a concert?

Cut the Curtains [Billy Talent]

(Perhaps code for “GET BACK HERE! ENCORE!”)

If you had to write a Twilight fanfiction right now, what would it be titled?

Woo Hoo [Kill Bill Volume 1]

(What’s this? Is my phone gaining sarcasm? Because though I write fanfiction, I believe that if I was made to write a Twilight ffn my family would be able to figure out how happy about it I would be :P)

A song you would sing at your school’s talent show is…

Love Train [Big and Rich]

(Hah! That’s fun :P)

Your life’s theme song would be…

Whatsername [Green Day]

(Ouch, but understandable 😛 Not many people remember my name (difficult name to remember—it’s odd) and I’m not the kind of person to slap you in the face with my personality 😀 But I hope that in regards to the lyrics, I’m someone who you’d regret not keeping in touch with)

How would you describe what you are doing right now?

Colossal [Wolfmother]

(Not that big a deal actually :D)

If you had to go and jump off a building, what would your last words be?

I love you [Barenaked Ladies]

(Aw, my phone has a sense of humour and can be sweet. It would be sweet that those would be my last words, but I’d prefer to say them while NOT taking my own life… Way to show that I love my family—I’m just going to put them through severe emotional trauma. A boy wouldn’t be worth it.)

Your motto is…

Dogs and Champions [Mighty Mighty Bosstones] (:D I don’t know quite how bad this makes me seem…)

If you could buy anything in the world, you would buy…

Covered in Cowardice [Billy Talent]

(I guess true… I wouldn’t know what to buy 😀 I’m fine wimping out of the decision :P)

What did you dream about last night?

Amsterdam [Coldplay]

(Amsterdam is beautiful, and has gorgeous buildings and a fascinating history. I would like to go there one day.)

If someone says “Is this okay?” you say…

Don’t Go Knockin’ On My Door [Britney Spears]

(Wow, if my ‘motto’ doesn’t make me seem a bit of a bitch, this does… But then again, unless it’s directly involving me, I have no responsibility towards others decisions. I can give my opinions, but I didn’t force them to do anything, so Britney is right :P)

How would you describe yourself?

Rebel Yell [Billy Idol]

(Right, rebellious 😛 And yelling… I’m just soooo loud. )

What do you look for in a guy/girl?

Love me Do [The Beatles]

(Also, ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand’The Night Before’ we ‘Come Together’, ‘Oh! Darling’, ‘I Want You’, ‘I Need you’, with you ‘I feel fine‘Eight Days a Week’, because in ‘The End’All you Need is Love’… I can be romantic and use Beatles songs too 😀)

How do you feel today?

Champagne for my real friends, Real pain for my Sham friends [Fallout boy]

(Didn’t I already answer this? Oh, it’s today, not right now… Does this mean I want to drink with my friends? That’s a yes, but it’s Monday and I have class early tomorrow:D)

What is your life purpose?

Behind these Hazel eyes [Kelly Clarkson]

(Which makes sense because I have blue eyes… maybe my life purpose is to get people to actually notice things… fits with my visual art classes)

What is your motto?

Littlest Things [Lily Allen]

(Littlest things, notice them good or bad… and yet another question I thought I answered… well at least this one is a little nicer :D)

What do your friends think of you?

Always where I need to be [The Kooks]

(Aww… sweet, and now I’m tempted to send this to my friends… maybe not :P)

What do your parents think of you?

Home [Three Days Grace] (I’ll take the title as the answer rather than the lyrics , unless they’re planning on leaving me the house :P)

What do you think about a lot?

Name [Goo Goo Dolls]

(??? Um, sort of true I guess??? I remember mentioning to my friends at some point that I sometimes don’t like my name, and they suggested I use one of my middle names instead, but I think Elizabeth and Rose would be weird to go by as well :P)

What do you think of your best friend?

My Humps [Black Eyed Peas]

(Wow. I really don’t 😛 But the rules say post it regardless of how ridiculous it is)

What do you think of the person you like?

Friend of Mine [Lily Allen]

(I don’t like anyone right now, but if they were a friend it would be great :D)

What is your life story?

Mr. Moran [Mighty Mighty Bosstones]

(I got offended at first, because my mind changed it to “Mr. Moron” 😀 I’ll let the fam try to dissect this on their own :P)

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Conquest [The White Stripes]

(Um, not really 😛 Be seen as someone valuable? Yes. Be someone’s conquest? No. Conquer people? Not really.)

What do you feel when you see the person you like?

Strawberry Swing [Coldplay] (That’s sweet :P)

What will you dance to at your wedding?

For No One [The Beatles]

(Hm. I was thinking more the Macarena right now.)

What is your biggest fear?

Moving Pictures [Fallout Boy]

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Art student: right here. Film studies class last semester XP)

What is your biggest secret?

Wrap your arms around me [Barenaked Ladies]

(I feel like it would be funnier if it was just the band name 😀 No, Lexy, mom, and anyone else reading this, I don’t have a secret bf or gf or sex friend or anything :P)

What do you think of your friends?

Big Dumb Rocket [Our Lady Peace]

(I’ll take that as ‘favorite song’ kind of affection rather than… well… but HEY! They take me places :D)

What song will they play at your funeral?

Don’t Phunk with my heart [Black Eyed Peas]

(I’d like to believe that at my funeral I’d be able to get some laughs, even if it’s from odd funeral music choices)

Any last words?

Goodbye Grace [Spirit of the West]

(Goodbye Grace. I wish I knew someone named Grace… actually I think I do, and I didn’t like her that much, except that she taught me something funny about squirrels.)

I hope that someone else decides to do this, It’s pretty funny 😀

Meet the Engineer

I know I mentioned a while ago that at one point in my high school career (read: 3.3/4 years) that I wanted to be an engineer.

Engineering is a bit of a joke in university, and when I was going around on tours to different universities FOR Engineering, I even heard a couple of people joking about how Engineering is the thing to sign up for if you’re good at math and science, but don’t know what you want to do.

For those reading this and shaking their heads, well, for those who don’t know what to do and re average at their school work, they sign up for General Arts.

For those who don’t know what they want to do but are good at English, you go into English.

For those who don’t know what they want to do but are good at art of some kind, they go into the specialty of that Art.

There are other examples that I could use, but I think the point has gotten across.

By the way, I DO know what I want to do at this point, which is WHY I went into Visual Arts. I want to restore art in museums… and recently I found out that there’s a burgeoning job pool for restoring old film.

But back to what I was saying…

My sister has told me over the course of the years that I wanted to be an Engineer that the Engineering department is the butt of a lot of jokes.

It is.

But she has also told me that the Engineers are the real party-ers, and has mentioned over the years that SHE studied to be an engineer that if one looked at the ratio between males to females… well…

There are a lot of guys. I think at one school I heard that last years engineering first years had only 17% female number.

I know a good couple of engineers here, but I don’t see them that often since there’s such a difference between our schedules.

But something else occurred to me recently, as one of my friends was raving about a favourite game of hers.

It’s a bit sexist sounding, but more males play video games than girls, on average.

I’m only saying ON AVERAGE.

I know plant of girls who play video games. I play video games. Now that I’m REALLY thinking on it, most of the people I know are female and play video games.

But back to what I was trying to say.

A friend plays this game, Team Fortress (1 and 2) a lot, and since I’m limited to what I can play by what my friends have while I’m at their home and by what I can find to play that I can play on a computer, I haven’t played this.

But she ‘ships’ a lot of the characters. Look it up, it’s circling the word ‘fandom’ in those-who-know-it’s mind.

So, I looked it up, saw that it looked amusing, and noticed that you could see these little clips for Team Fortress 2 as character introductions.

The ones I’ve heard the most of were Heavy and Medic, but I’ve also heard of Spy and Scout and Soldier too. But I found out about a character that I hadn’t heard of before…

And I don’t know why nobody has mentioned the guy to me yet.

The Engineer…

I freely admit that I’m writing this post right now so that I could show this to Lexy, and I’m writing now that if you (Lexy) don’t watch this short, less than 2 minute long clip, I will be very disappointed in you. Very much so. This made me laugh in ways that made me think, oh god, Lexy would love this, she’d get a real kick out of it, it’s so kind-of cliché but in such a way that it’s also kind of right in some cases…

Brings me back to a different kind of Engineering cliché, where we planned during our Creek Valley Adventure to move a not-log across the little stream-creek part we had such difficulty with, that we were going to make a bridge… just because. (P.S. look up my username on YouTube and see the sped up full version, will all of the film I shot during this Adventure)

I believe I mentioned that “It was [Lexy’s] Engineering instincts acting up”

But this video here made me think about how awesome Engineering actually is, even though it’s from a game, but because it’s cliché because that’s pretty much the mind of an Engineer.

I think it was an engineer who decided so-and-so many years ago that, instead of going around the canyon every time they wanted to get to a point, they would make their own path… a bridge.

Engineers are a rare creature indeed, that they will do an immense amount of work in order to be lazy.

That’s where cars come from.

And as much as I would like to leave this there, with that last line being the punch line, I would like to go further to point out that it was an artist who figured out the whole moving pictures deal, and engineers worked on TOP of that to bring you the television and, later, the computer. Also Video Games. 😀

Both of which are even bigger icons of laziness.

Yay Art.

ERTW (Engineers Rule The World) may be true, but Arts students are the uuber creative Mafia underneath it all.

I Laugh at Unfortunate Things

I have a bit of an issue when I rewatch movies…

I laugh at unfortunate things.

For example, I was watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine earlier, and in the beginning, where kid Wolverine gets all pissed off and starts screaming, looking at those new spiky claws bursting forth from between his knuckles…

I was laughing.

Laughing pretty darn hard. Dramatic kid acts dramatically.

Later, when there’s the dramatic parting between Victor and Jimmy/Logan, I’m giggling a fit, and as soon as it scene flashes to the Canadian Rockies, I’m still giggling, this time about how he’d like “I’m going to get away from the fighting… now where to do tha–CANADA! Canada! Of course!”

Of course, Canada… and then, after he decides to go Canadian, he also decides to be a lumberjack.

That’s not a cliché old Canadian job at all XD

In other movies, a character dies dramatically, I giggle, A very sad parting between two characters that you KNOW should be together.. giggles again..

I think it’s because in the first time I watch a movie, I have all of myself distracted by the moving-pictures of newness to attract all of my attention, making me try to think ahead as to what’s going to happen (because I like to spoil ‘surprises’ for myself.. I usually guess right. I do this for books as well).

The second or third or whatever time around, I blame the giggles on my humour mixed with Sanity’s humour and Insanity’s humour.

Aha, I know that part of you, if you’ve read other posts of mine, are thinking “Right, Insanity and Sanity again, huh?”

But I also know that those same thoughts are thinking “Um, Sanity has a sense of humour?”

Yes, Sanity has a sense of humour.

And it’s very close to Insanity’s idea of it, especially in regards to movies.

Insanity can find humour in pretty much anything, and Sanity finds humour out of ridiculous things… like a kid yelling out while looking like they’re acting.

This leads to both laughing over stupid parts of movies that, if you were watching it get filmed on its own, you’d be giggling as well.

That usually causes me to giggle at cartoons as well, when a character says something that, when I think about them saying it in a studio, makes me laugh.

This is why any thoughts about acting–vocal or otherwise– have always been dashed.

My Mom can help me in convincing you of this, as she can tell you multiple times that I thought Id be clever and lie to her, and will have a serious face for about 2 seconds after I lie…

And then I’ll burst into giggles.

There’s some more inappropriate giggling…