I admit, I was being lazy...I didnt want to go looking through my dvd's so I persued the films I had on my computer and realised that I hadnt ever seen The Shining. What monstrosity was this?! Its a classic and everyone should have seen it at least once...so I put it on, watched it and...I was left feeling so underwhelmed.

This film has been built up as a terrifying film, scary as hell and yet...I was far from scared. The scariest thing about the whole film was Jack Nicholson...he's a very creepy man.

The same thing happened last week with The Omen, people telling me to watch it and prepared to be scared...I was not scared at all. Not once was I frightened at all, maybe Im immune to scary films?

I think this is a possibility because back in 1991 when I was a small 8 year old girly, I got the measles so badly that I couldnt actually walk. My mum had to go to work, my father worked oversea's so my big brother (14 at the time) was asked to stay off school for a day and look after me and he was happy to oblige.

So there I was, sat on the sofa in my pyjamas and housecoat, he offers to put a film on whilst we have lunch which is fine and dandy...then it comes to my attention that he's put Hellraiser on.

Bear in mind that I am 8 years old! Since I cant walk, I can go nowhere and I cant sleep with the tv on, I'd stil hear it...so I watch it. And it scared me slightly but then he put on the others, and then Nightmare on Elm Street and then Alien and Predator...I was off school for a month, but had my brother looking after me for a week and I truly believe that that week...was the week that I became immune to scary films.

Dont get me wrong, I have been scared at other films...like Wrong Turn when I saw it for the first time, I screamed at the screen (in the middle of a packed cinema no less) same thing happened with 28 Days Later...that film still scares the bejeebus out of me but thats probably because of my zombie fear (we'll save that discussion for a later date). Films that are especially gory like Hostel make me cringe a bit, but there's no real fear there and films that are deemed terrifying...I dont get it at all.

Take The Ring for example, my best friend Louise watched the first 10 minutes and then made me turn it off, it freaked her out too much. I watched it all the way through with my sister and I was pretty much "is this it?".

But back to what I was actually here to talk about...Classic's. Right now, Im watching Risky Business...I hadnt seen it before now...can you believe that?!

My favourite line from Risky Business has to be:

I don't believe this! I've got a trig midterm tomorrow, and I'm being chased by Guido the killer pimp.

It just makes me laugh like a weirdo.

Tom Cruise before the Crazy...was the best Tom Cruise. Maybe after its done I'll watch Top Gun?

Its time to put get my head down, put a proper mixtape together and see what we can do. This is certainly a real chance. No better place than the birthplace of my co-existence with music that has formed since that very day. 

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Luckily I was able to return the neon green remote from the bookstore for a $10 remote from one of my Grecophile classmates.  Now my powerstick is neon yellow.  Point, click, periodic fabulous.

A few days ago we registered the remotes online, along with a screenname.  During class the screenname pops up on the overhead projecter to show us that our answer has been registered.

My screenname, "Xain0", Greek for "I yawn"

Dad:  "Son, hold this.  Daddy's gonna go ride the Top Spin*."

8-Year-Old Son:  [takes Daddy's cigarette and holds it expertly in his sticky paw, then sighs, like this is the last time old man...] "Ok."

The Fair that comes to our area is the second-largest in the State, second only to the big boy: the State Fair in the capital.  It's amazing.  More amazing even than the artery-clogging funnel cakes, grimy Fair workers and rickety rides, though, are the other patrons of the Fair.  I also like how the Fair disrupts your Newsweek notions about society.  Thought that most of the world no longer smoked?  HAH.  Come to the Fair.  Even kids smoke.  Thought that we're a nation obsessed with low-carb diets and gym equipment?  Oh ho.  You haven't seen the totteringly obese line at the Fried Pickle booth. 

Thought moms are so germ-obsessed that junior can't even go to kindergarten without some Purell in his pocket?  You obviously didn't see the mothers last night who unblinkingly picked up filthy Fair-prize toys, newly tossed out of the stroller, into the mire of the Midway, and pop them right back into their small spawn's waiting, gaping maws.  Thought we were a disinterested, unpatriotic nation of complainers?  You didn't get to witness the near-mob that takes place at the Demolition Derby when some poor fool forgets to take his hat off during the National Anthem.  (Yes.  They play the National Anthem at the Demolition Derby and everyone has to stand).  The whole Fair experience just screams at Middle America:  "Bitch!  You don't know my life!"

Let me take you, loyal readers, on a photo-journey of my Fair experience, since I know many of you are not lucky enough to live near this spectacle of shiny things.  First, we planned our arrival cunningly to give us just enough time to eat cheese-steaks before making our way to the Race of the Swifty Swine.  Pig Racing.  It's exactly what it sounds like.  They have names like "Kevin Bacon" and "Brad Pig" and you root for them (much as a pig roots for shit, except, you know, different) from the sidelines.  Who knew pigs could run like the wind? 

Then you try to avoid the Republican mania that's swept, bafflingly, through the disenfranchised lower class of America. 

We also paid a visit to my very favorite Fair Thing, which is the exhibitionist booth.  This is where the local kids submit 4-H projects that are judged on merit**. 

There are several categories, and one, weirdly, is "Lego Sculpture." 

I was also pleased to see that, apparently, some of my former students had entered a selection. 

You'll also be pleased to note that the handicapped in our community are both encouraged and mocked, simultaneously, in some projects: 

Whatever you do, though, don't handle the phallic gourds, no matter how much the mutated fruit flesh beckons you.  It will anger... someone. 

I suppose it's important to some parents that their kids get out and see new things.  Like dinosaur remains sneaking up behind mutated freak-show women with their mouth on the right side of their face. 

There are many options when enrolling your child in a 4H club!  For one thing, it'll get them out of the house and away from that cobweb encrusted 1985 Nintendo system. 

It may encourage them to die headfirst in a puddle instead.

Or take up turn-of-the-century fashion and play golf on their knees.

And finally, it will lead to that proud, proud day of graduation.  Where you sit bonelessly in a plastic blue lawn chair with stylish mittens, in June, and await your diploma. 

We meandered through the Midway, enjoying the rides that happily belt out current hits such as "Danger Zone" to entertain the screaming patrons having their deep-fried tummies flipped upside down.  We also passed a ride that appears to have been named after the gas they used to exterminate Jews at Auschwitz.  Touching. 

We*** were hustled into playing a shooting game, since everyone at the Fair knows your penis size is directly related to the size of stuffed animal your woman is seen carrying from the Fair grounds later that evening. 

Now, my husband didn't want to (because he's a Yankee and thinks that barnyard animals smell funny), but I insisted on petting the live-stock that was on display, from pigeons to goats -- every filthy disease-carrier you can imagine.       

I should mention that one of the longest lines was for the hand-washing station just adjacent to the animal display.  All 15 middle-class folks, most wearing sweaters tied carelessly around their shoulders and sporting visors, were frantically splashing their offspring with egg-scented Fair water, hoping to dispell the ebola that was now imminent. 

Finally we made our way to the highlight of the Fair, the Demolition Derby.  Someone was so excited about the derby that they made a miniature, Lego-version of it.  And entered it in competition.  Naturally. 

This was the REAL derby, though, where everyone was hostilely forced into listening to the National Anthem before letting go with ear-piercing Rebel yells, ignoring the irony in such a display. 

It's also where a grasshopper the size of Minnesota tried to eat my face.  When I screamed, loudly, and tried desperately to guard the precious, precious funnel cake from further onslaught, I was tapped on the shoulder and warned in whiskey breath not to startle it, since it might then come back for seconds.  The elderly asshole giving me such insight was accompanied by his equally elderly wife, who proceeded to give me the stink-eye for drawing the notice of her feller.  Really, lady?  I am noton the prowl for gentlemen of a "certain age" who smell like a distillery and proudly own all 4 of their own teeth.  You can have that man-gem for keepsies. 

So a good time was had by all.  Except for our dog, of course, who had to stay home and then was forced to sniff out all the Fair Fun on our pant legs.  I don't think she could have fully known what she was missing, though.  I do know, though, that next year, we're bringing her home a "turkey" leg****.  And probably some ebola.    

*  The Top Spin was the most horrifying thing I've ever witnessed.  It was like Coney Island and a gun in my face, rolled into a Fair-scented combination of scary.

**  here, the word "merit" denotes an ability to glue giant doll heads onto flat clothing articles creating objects both freakish and disturbing. 

***  here, the word "we" clearly means, "my idiot husband."

****  here, the word "turkey" clearly means "unidentifiable [cat] meat shaped onto a stick"

I started with Around the World in 80 Days, because I remembered being really enthralled by the story and the characters. What a strange, strange book!

First, there are reasons why one shouldn't necessarily buy the cheapest available version of a classic - the introduction to my Aladdin Classics edition says that in 1872, "Countries began forging the ties that, two centuries later, have become our tightly woven global economy" (xiv). I understand being a bit loose with those sorts of measures, but still...2072?

Anyway, Verne's text itself is weird enough.

Most offputting were its confused attitudes towards the various cultures and countries encountered on Phileas Fogg's journey. Indians (from India) are referred to as having "barbarous customs" and being fanatics, and Fogg's interest in a young Indian woman is justified by the fact that she, "from her manners and intelligence, would be thought a European" (92).  She speaks English with "great purity" (104). At the same time, however, there are passages like this, that indicate Verne recognizes at least some of the problems of colonialism:

"What would these divinities think of India, anglicized as it is to-day, with steamers whistling and scudding along the Ganges, frightening the gulls which float upon its surface, the turtles swarming along its banks, and the faithful dwelling upon its borders?" (108)

When Fogg travels to America, Mormons get the same treatment. On one page, it's suggested that polygamy is Mormonism's "foundation" (224). Six pages later, "it must not be supposed that all the Mormons are polygamists" (230).

Americans themselves are rash and foolhardy (249, 241), and, of course, the Sioux attack Fogg's train "like enraged monkeys" (252).

So, overall, Verne's attitudes are pretty typical for his day, even if they get a bit muddled every once in a while.

The second interesting thing is the book's focus on "the exact sciences", meaning, especially, time, money, and branding. There's a great deal of concentration on what things cost, what sort of things are bought, even before Fogg begins on his journey. And these sorts of terms are applied also to people: at one point, Fogg moves "mathematically" (140). Huh?

Fogg is the most fascinating element of the book, to me. He's a lot like the great American character, Melville's Bartleby. Everyone, including the narrator, is constantly trying to ascertain his motives and feelings, and Fogg defies all such speculation:

"If anyone, at this moment, had entered the Custom House, he would have found Mr. Fogg seated, motionless, calm, and without apparent anger, upon a wooden bench. He was not, it is true, resigned; but this last blow failed to force him into an outward betrayal of any emotion. Was he being devoured by one of those secret rages, all the more terrible because contained, and which only burst forth, with an irresistable force, at the last moment? No one could tell. There he sat, calmly waiting - for what? Did he still cherish hope? Did he still believe, now, that the door of this prison was closed upon him, that he would succeed?" (294-295)

I just wish that this characterization - the utterly inscrutable - was carried out all the way to the end. But, of course, it's a good adventure story. So it ends with one of those neat endings I was talking about before.

Although, there's a clever note even at the end - one of the characters has left his lamp burning the whole time, and his reward from the trip goes to paying back the bill.

I think I'll move on to the Musketeers.

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Vonnegut's 1963 satirical science fiction novel still manages to pack a powerfully subversive punch. The new audio release offers listeners an excellent opportunity to connect—or reconnect—with a classic text whose thematic elements—nuclear terror, the complications of science, American imperialism, global capitalism and the role of religion in public life—are remarkably relevant to our 21st-century landscape. The story line centers on a young writer's quest to research the history of the atomic bomb, which leads to a bizarre political soap opera and apocalyptic showdown on the shores of a seedy banana republic in the Caribbean. Tony Roberts brings tremendous energy to his reading, projecting a sardonic tone perfectly suited to Vonnegut. His portrayals of the principal male figures sometimes take the form of interchangeable over-the-top carnival barkers, but given the essence of the material, such a unnuanced approach can be understood and appreciated. The audiobook includes a 2005 interview in which Vonnegut—who died April 11, 2007—discusses how his life shaped his literary craft.

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The best book ever. Well if you're me anyway. Wuthering Heights is a pretty special book, full of complex relationships and dark themes. It takes place in the isolated manors of the British moors, and you can still simply by the way the characters have developed as people. Things fester and rot in this kind of isolation, and more than a few times I was thinking "these people need to get out more." I picked this book because firstly the excerpt in Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer interested me with the tone, and secondly because three days after the book literally fell off the bookshelf and onto the floor in front of me. Fate people, fate.

Wuthering Heights does three things I really like. It surprises me with a very lovely ending involving people and circumstances that wrap things up very nicely. I liked this book so much that for once I don't want to spoil how this is accomplished. The other thing is this very intriguing relationship between Cathy & Heathcliff. They are the only people who really understand it, and it certainly left me wondering about it. They recognize in each other this quality they mention a few times about how they think they're deeper than everyone else. They spent their childhood together in the moors, and sneaking around the house. They get older, Heathcliff vanishes for three years, comes back and chaos ensues. So when in there did they discover this about each other? Since the references to this quality are so specific, I'd like to know what they saw in each other's actions to reach this conclusion. The last thing I really liked was Heathcliff's tendency to make venomous yet romantic speeches.

Also, I love old diction. People see to things "directly"!

When I finished this book I was wondering "what about him indeed?" The man in the iron mask stays that way! I can't believe this! I saw the movie once long ago, and so I went through the book with this sort of comfort net that things would be grand until the end. The movie invented most of the plot it turns out. The book introduces this intriguing character with very royal qualities, the imprisoned twin brother of the king . Our clever musketeer Aramis hatches this plan to put this fellow on the thrown where he should be, and it looks like it'll work! Aramis thinks everything through. But he assumes everyone's as smart as he is, and reveals this scheme to the wrong man. This guy goes straight to the Bastille and releases the king so he can come back and get his revenge. This king totally comes out on top! He puts his good brother back in chains with this mask on, where he stays for the rest of his days. What's more he indirectly slaughters my beloved Porthos, exiles Aramis, degrades D'Artagnan! and thus lets Athos die alone. Boy was I angry about that.

I went through the second half of the book becoming seriously depressed. I didn't want to live to see the day where my musketeers grow old, and become separated, and leave the world more than slightly under -appreciated. My only consolation is that Porthos & Aramis took down a hundred and six of the king's men as rebels. I'm bitter about Athos being alone while his friends have no clue about how he's suffering through his son's absence. I held up pretty well until we get to hear D'Artagnan's last words on the last page. Those killed me. He utters the names of his dear friends who he has barely seen in the last many years. These books give you a decent understanding of what a loss that is. I tear up just looking at the book on my desk!

I typed everyone's name per how many entries I had specified, cut the paper up so one name on one square and then placed each in a big bag, tossed to mix it all up and then threw them into the hallway where my dog scampered through them and picked one up for me.

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Dewey is the winner of the vintage edition of GOODBYE, Mr. CHIPS  by James Hilton.

Thanks everyone for playing!    BAFAB also inspired me to say yes to shipping 2 books out of country for my 2 new friends who bookmooched books from me and asked if I would be willing to send to Canada and Ireland.

1. Availability: was the material readily available and knowable in the culture at the time?
2. Volume: is the word, or the syntactical pattern, repeated sufficiently in the immediate context to establish an 'audible' volume? How significant is this material in the original source, and in its appropriation elsewhere in Paul's day?
3. Recurrence: does the word or theme recur elsewhere in the Pauline corpus, sufficient for us to be able to establish a broader base of meaning!
4. Thematic coherence: does the theme cohere well with other aspects of what Paul is saying! How well does it sit with the rest of the train of thought of the passage and the letter?
5. Historical plausibility: could Paul have intended this meaning, or is it anachronistic or out of context when we predicate it of him?
6. History of interpretation: have other interpreters from other ages read the text in any way like this?
7. Satisfaction: does this reading enable the text to speak with new coherence and clarity? Does the text, read this way, settle down and make itself at home? Is there, in Hays's word, an 'aha' of fresh understanding when we read it like this?

I had forgotten how long the intro is on this video.

Your patience will be rewarded.

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Happy Friday to all.

Gender has increasingly informed research into the British and other European empires in recent historical scholarship. This conference will address various aspects of the gendered experience of empire and imperialism within the British empire and other European empires, including the experience of women, the impact of empire on gender relations and changing constructions of gender roles, including conceptions of masculinity.

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(This ain't a serious interview. I invented it on my own delight!)

I was let in by the butler into this somewhat antique looking mansion on Elf Street. I sat down the golden coated seat beside the golden coated lamp shade standing on the golden coated table. I browsed on her daily dose of celebrity magazine, called CLASSIFIED ADS, and found myself reading on to a column written about her. April Sanz: The Classic Movie Buff! As I read on, a voice of soft and sweet came running down the stairs. Her blue blouse and her slacks of black greeted me with a fair expression and a hello. She sat beside me and offered me tea. We went on through the interview, because she can't let me stay in her house for lunch. She's dining out, she says. I wanted to say how honored I was to interview her, but she asked me what I'll ask her. And so, I asked several questions:

What made you love Classic Films? - Well, the first classic film that I truly loved is The Sound of Music. I guess the music and how simple the film is made me love to see it more. I even asked my sister to buy me a VCD of it. Ever since then, I enjoyed seeing such films. I remember back in Oman, there has always been Turner Classic Movies there. The first film I ever watched from TCM that really caught my attention is 1949 Little Women. It starred June Allyson and Peter Lawford. Oh, I just fell in love with it. It was then that I realized I love classic films. I've never stopped buying oldies ever since!

Who is your favorite actor? - My favorite CLASSIC actor would have to be Humphrey Bogart. I saw him in Casablanca and completely fell head over heels in him. I just love his seriousness in his character. And I admire him so. And then there's George Brent, Cary Grant, Paul Henreid, Walter Pidgeon, Chris Plummer, Gene Kelly and so many more. The list is getting bigger and bigger every single day!

Who is your favorite actress? - My favorite actress? Well, I have a long list in this one, too! But I would have to say Bette Davis stands them all. There's this strength in her character that I always feel. I always feel the very emotion that she portrays and it never fails to take me through the story. I love her portrayal of Charlotte Vale in NOW, VOYAGER. I think that's the best film I've watched that had her in it. The first film I've watched of her is Dark Victory, which then made me cry. Oh, I forgot! Deborah Kerr is also one of my favorites. An Affair to Remember made me realize how good an actress she is! And right now, Greer Garson is so marvelous, too! And there's more. But definitely, these three whom I mentioned are top of the line!

What is your favorite film/s? - Sound of Music would have to be one of the greatest films I've watched. An Affair to Remember, Now, Voyager, Little Women, All About Eve, Singin' in the Rain and Pride and Prejudice. Of course, all that I have mentioned are old films. NOT THE NEW ONE!!! I just adore these films. It made me so happy when I saw it! I always loved it when I see it again and again and again!!!

And I can never forget the epic "Gone With The Wind!"... although, I don't really know how it became an epic. It's the best movie ever!

Why are you a "classic buff" - I am a classic buff because I am one who will never forget the Golden Age of Hollywood. Where Hollywood is at its super best. Where stars are considered THE BEST of the BEST!!! I always thought these stars are the greatest people who ever became stars. I think it's not because of their beauty and their glamour and their handsome figures, it's how they act! That's what's lacking to stars nowadays.

How are you a ''classic buff"? - how? That's a hard question. Why is easier. But How? Well, how am I? Hmm... I have collected hundreds of pictures (online) of classic stars. I've been uploading classic star tributes on youtube. I've collected Videos and DVDs of famous classic films. I've focused on the tube when a classic film I like is on TCM. I've checked the website for schedules. I've watched trailers from the USA TCM website. I've sung the musical numbers in the shower. I guess I could do more! I wanted to take a picture of myself with Bette, Deborah and Greer in Hollywood. A mannequin or a wax person would do! And the Walk of Fame, and Grauman's Chinese Theater! I love to see all of those! That is how I am a buff!

How would you spread the Golden Age of Hollywood to those who haven't noticed it yet? - Guys and gals who are still in the clouds, please support the Golden Age of Hollywood! Let them still be here in our generation. I know someday they'll disappear. But I don't want that to happen! I want them to continue their legacy. They've established the Hollywood of today. So we should be very proud of them! I love them and so will you!

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"Outside, even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere."

The year is 1984; the scene is London, largest population center of Airstrip One.

Airstrip One is part of the vast political entity Oceania, which is eternally at war with one of two other vast entities, Eurasia and Eastasia. At any moment, depending upon current alignments, all existing records show either that Oceania has always been at war with Eurasia and allied with Eastasia, or that it has always been at war with Eastasia and allied with Eurasia. Winston Smith knows this, because his work at the Ministry of Truth involves the constant "correction" of such records. "'Who controls the past,' ran the Party slogan, 'controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.'"

In a grim city and a terrifying country, where Big Brother is always Watching You and the Thought Police can practically read your mind, Winston is a man in grave danger for the simple reason that his memory still functions. He knows the Party's official image of the world is a fluid fiction. He knows the Party controls the people by feeding them lies and narrowing their imaginations through a process of bewilderment and brutalization that alienates each individual from his fellows and deprives him of every liberating human pursuit from reasoned inquiry to sexual passion. Drawn into a forbidden love affair, Winston finds the courage to join a secret revolutionary organization called The Brotherhood, dedicated to the destruction of the Party. Together with his beloved Julia, he hazards his life in a deadly match against the powers that be.

Newspeak, doublethink, thoughtcrime--in 1984, George Orwell created a whole vocabulary of words concerning totalitarian control that have since passed into our common vocabulary. More importantly, he has portrayed a chillingly credible dystopia. In our deeply anxious world, the seeds of unthinking conformity are everywhere in evidence; and Big Brother is always looking for his chance.

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The Art of War is the Swiss army knife of military theory--pop out a different tool for any situation. Folded into this small package are compact views on resourcefulness, momentum, cunning, the profit motive, flexibility, integrity, secrecy, speed, positioning, surprise, deception, manipulation, responsibility, and practicality. Thomas Cleary's translation keeps the package tight, with crisp language and short sections. Commentaries from the Chinese tradition trail Sun-tzu's words, elaborating and picking up on puzzling lines. Take the solitary passage: "Do not eat food for their soldiers." Elsewhere, Sun-tzu has told us to plunder the enemy's stores, but now we're not supposed to eat the food? The Tang dynasty commentator Du Mu solves the puzzle nicely, "If the enemy suddenly abandons their food supplies, they should be tested first before eating, lest they be poisoned." Most passages, however, are the pinnacle of succinct clarity: "Lure them in with the prospect of gain, take them by confusion" or "Invincibility is in oneself, vulnerability is in the opponent." Sun-tzu's maxims are widely applicable beyond the military because they speak directly to the exigencies of survival. Your new tools will serve you well, but don't flaunt them. Remember Sun-tzu's advice: "Though effective, appear to be ineffective."

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Não entendo nada de publicidade, de design de produto, nada dessas coisas e afins, mas adoro essas embalagens de "design retrô"! Se assim posso classificar! =P 

Se você também curte, veja aqui esta galeria de embalagens estilo retrô! ;)

Até me lembrei de um programa super bacana que às vezes assisto: “Sabores Americanos”, que passa no canal The History Channel, vale a pena conferir!

Who does EVE HARRINGTON remind you of?

That's a hard question. In fact, I suppose every one of us has a certain Eve Harrington in our lives. Margo Channing did not stand her one bit! I understand her perfectly. Eve is a bitch! She stole Margo's role, almost stole his beloved Bill, tried to steal Karen's husband, talked sarcastically to Karen, said awful things to Margo in the newspaper. Do you know what Margo said to her during her oh so sarcastic speech?

"Nice speech, Eve. But I wouldn't worry too much about your heart. You could always put that award where your heart ought to be!"

Which, in an ordinary man's point of view, meant the trophy is sort of a hiding place for her shameful deeds.

But if you were Margo, it's the simplest way to say "Bury that trophy where your heart used to stay!"

In short, wala kang puso, isaksak mo yang trophy na yan dun! Empty naman eh!"

HAHAHA

Oh, how I love this movie. It keeps getting better and better every time I see it! Somewhere, somehow, I always see and hear and even talk to people like Eve. Such plasticity, such malleability, such viscocity, and all those scientific terms. I don't even think the Eves I talk to are resting. They write in the intimacy of their journal, or blog, or webrings, or forums, just to hide their emotions in the beauty of their words, and how kind it may sound to others (not to mention funny) and then sound so intimidating and rude to others, other than those who thought it sounded funny and beautiful.

Eve stole Margo's role as THE BIG STAR!! What did it gain her? A stupid trophy! Not a single friend, except the man who may even ruin her life in the process of her growing career. A man who likes gossip so much, he writes essays on it. What kind of a friend writes gossip about you? Come on!

And oh, the majestic line "Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night!"

I love it! You should watch it. It's Bette Davis at her best. And she played Margo, take note of it!

I am a servant of the warlike Lord,
and know the lovely gift of the Muses.

[The gift is poetry.  The mercenary Archilochus is emphasizing the paradoxical duality of his skill in war and poetry.]

With my spear is kneaded barley cakes,
With my spear is wine of Ismarus,
I drink reclining on my spear.

[For the soldier the spear is the tool of the trade, bringing food, drink and even the peace with which to enjoy them]

Not many bows will string themselves,
not even crowded slings,
whenever Ares begins battle on the plain.
For these Euboian Lords famous for their spears are very skilled.