St. Patrick's Day
The past few days have been ridiculous, guys. Between the field trip on Saturday in Hellish weather (though it was more like Hell-when-frozen-over-ish weather, between the gale-force winds and eye-scouring rain) to Cape Cod, which we all got soaked on and left two hours early because the weather was too insane to do what we'd planned (seriously. So awful it was almost fun) and that night, I'm STILL exhausted. (That night was St. Patrick's Day celebrations: The Boondock Saints with my friends, and then the radio station party (which, how much fun was it to watch indie college students air-fiddling to Flogging Molly?), and THEN my radio overnight (first time being a DJ! Yay!) - I was up for almost 24 hours straight.)
So, Happy St. Patrick's Day, guys! Even if it is a day late! I understand that some parts of the country don't really celebrate this holiday (and plenty of other countries don't, either), and if that's the case for you, man, you're missing out. It's a really big deal in New England; the Irish population here is too big for it not to be. This is actually where the celebration of it started, since the Irish didn't really care that much about another saint's day, even if he was their saint, until they left Ireland and were persecuted and losing their nationality. So Boston? Is more or less the St. Patrick's Day capital of the world. If you get the chance, go. A couple friends and I are planning on going senior year, when we're both 21. We're excited. :P
And on a similar note, if you haven't seen The Boondock Saints, you HAVE TO. In case you don't think my taste in movies is awesome enough and need a list of reasons why :
1. Really, really hot Irish boys. No, really. Really. One of my friends said she didn't think they were that hot. She's the only one in the world, I'm pretty damn sure.
2. One of the most badass movies there ever was, and really brilliantly designed, as well. Those hot Irish boys? Kill bad guys because God told them to. And the way it unfolds is marvellously confusing the first time you see it, but it makes so much sense at the end, and each time you watch it it gets more fun.
3. The word "fuck" is used 246 times.
4. OHMYGOD the matching. The first time I watched this, I freaked out the people I was with (and I can't decide if they thought I was insane or cute or both) by all my flailing about. The boys are twins, even though they don't look alike, and they've got the same tattoos and dress alike for the entire movie, and there's a recurring theme of matching or mirroring between them. Their guns, their poses, their clothing (black boots, jeans, black t-shirts, black peacoats, and sunglasses. Badass AND hot).
5. The tattoos. They've both got the Virgin Mary on their necks, Celtic crosses on their forearms, and a word on their hands (Connor's got "Veritas" on his left hand; Murphy, "Aequitas" on his right - "Truth" and "Justice"). The hands were my favorites.
6. Their relationship. There's a deleted scene where their mother calls from Ireland, and you find out that they don't know who's older, but I've got a pretty good idea. Murphy is the passionate, impetuous, playful one, and Connor is stronger, more protective, and probably older. And they're just so close and so protective of each other, all the while squabbling like little kids, that it's hard not to love them.
7. At the end, you're not sure if they're insane or holy, but you're also not sure you care.
Every time I watch this movie, I fall more in love with it. And Irish boys. I'm convinced I'm going to marry an Irish boy, and I don't think that should be surprising; it's not like it doesn't fit with the rest of my life. Most of my family's Irish, and it comes out in personality as well as looks; I've heard it said that Irish-Americans are no more Irish than black Americans are African, but I'm not sure that's true. We aren't quite the same, it's true, but we're too close to be dismissed like that, particularly up here in New England.
But anyway: brilliant, brilliant movie. I hadn't seen it until last year, and I can't believe that. So, yeah; go see it. :D (But I don't like the fandom: it's almost exclusively twincest and Mary Sues, both of which I can see but neither of which I want (twincest pretty much just squicks me, and while I can totally see the desire to stick yourself in this movie, girls just don't fit in this world at all).)
Has anyone seen Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead? I just saw this recently and LOVED it. Clever take on two minor characters from Hamlet, making them interesting and funny and lovable. I particularly like their relationship, as well: very old-friends, known-each-other-forever type of camaraderie, comfortable but also with some of that impatience that only comes with friends you've known forever and who have one trait that you just can't stand even though you love them. Their dialogue is witty and fast, difficult to follow but impossible to dislike, and their situation is bizarre but very well done. Great movie. Also, Gary Oldman was very attractive 20 years ago. I didn't know this. He looks shockingly different as Sirius, radically so.
So, Happy St. Patrick's Day, guys! Even if it is a day late! I understand that some parts of the country don't really celebrate this holiday (and plenty of other countries don't, either), and if that's the case for you, man, you're missing out. It's a really big deal in New England; the Irish population here is too big for it not to be. This is actually where the celebration of it started, since the Irish didn't really care that much about another saint's day, even if he was their saint, until they left Ireland and were persecuted and losing their nationality. So Boston? Is more or less the St. Patrick's Day capital of the world. If you get the chance, go. A couple friends and I are planning on going senior year, when we're both 21. We're excited. :P
And on a similar note, if you haven't seen The Boondock Saints, you HAVE TO. In case you don't think my taste in movies is awesome enough and need a list of reasons why :
1. Really, really hot Irish boys. No, really. Really. One of my friends said she didn't think they were that hot. She's the only one in the world, I'm pretty damn sure.
2. One of the most badass movies there ever was, and really brilliantly designed, as well. Those hot Irish boys? Kill bad guys because God told them to. And the way it unfolds is marvellously confusing the first time you see it, but it makes so much sense at the end, and each time you watch it it gets more fun.
3. The word "fuck" is used 246 times.
4. OHMYGOD the matching. The first time I watched this, I freaked out the people I was with (and I can't decide if they thought I was insane or cute or both) by all my flailing about. The boys are twins, even though they don't look alike, and they've got the same tattoos and dress alike for the entire movie, and there's a recurring theme of matching or mirroring between them. Their guns, their poses, their clothing (black boots, jeans, black t-shirts, black peacoats, and sunglasses. Badass AND hot).
5. The tattoos. They've both got the Virgin Mary on their necks, Celtic crosses on their forearms, and a word on their hands (Connor's got "Veritas" on his left hand; Murphy, "Aequitas" on his right - "Truth" and "Justice"). The hands were my favorites.
6. Their relationship. There's a deleted scene where their mother calls from Ireland, and you find out that they don't know who's older, but I've got a pretty good idea. Murphy is the passionate, impetuous, playful one, and Connor is stronger, more protective, and probably older. And they're just so close and so protective of each other, all the while squabbling like little kids, that it's hard not to love them.
7. At the end, you're not sure if they're insane or holy, but you're also not sure you care.
Every time I watch this movie, I fall more in love with it. And Irish boys. I'm convinced I'm going to marry an Irish boy, and I don't think that should be surprising; it's not like it doesn't fit with the rest of my life. Most of my family's Irish, and it comes out in personality as well as looks; I've heard it said that Irish-Americans are no more Irish than black Americans are African, but I'm not sure that's true. We aren't quite the same, it's true, but we're too close to be dismissed like that, particularly up here in New England.
But anyway: brilliant, brilliant movie. I hadn't seen it until last year, and I can't believe that. So, yeah; go see it. :D (But I don't like the fandom: it's almost exclusively twincest and Mary Sues, both of which I can see but neither of which I want (twincest pretty much just squicks me, and while I can totally see the desire to stick yourself in this movie, girls just don't fit in this world at all).)
Has anyone seen Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead? I just saw this recently and LOVED it. Clever take on two minor characters from Hamlet, making them interesting and funny and lovable. I particularly like their relationship, as well: very old-friends, known-each-other-forever type of camaraderie, comfortable but also with some of that impatience that only comes with friends you've known forever and who have one trait that you just can't stand even though you love them. Their dialogue is witty and fast, difficult to follow but impossible to dislike, and their situation is bizarre but very well done. Great movie. Also, Gary Oldman was very attractive 20 years ago. I didn't know this. He looks shockingly different as Sirius, radically so.