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Number 4 died; she seemed a wee bit dull last night and died at some point during the night. Poor wee critter. It's a bit odd looking at the box and not seeing her - she was the grey one and really stood out.
I watched Persuasion and had mixed feelings. I loved the music and how they really managed to get a palatable sense of regret. I didn't like the really wobbly camera angles, the running (can there be a ban on running in Austen?) and how a good chunk of the novel was condensed into the last 20 minutes or so. So more up than down, but Northanger Abbey a better adaptation in all.
I did like the aspect of regret because that's something that has been playing on my mind. Well, not regret as such, just more how things never really turn out as you'd think. I've been thinking of how I was as a child, and how certain aspects which normally carry through to adulthood haven't; namely intellect (I fried off several IQ points, but in mitigation I ought to have died/been rendered intellect-less with the giant fever and so the drop I did have isn't that unfortunate) and piano playing (broken elbow = 18 months+ of no practise = never even getting near to what I had back) and a couple of other things. Some things remain - a sense of competition that has made people say they wouldn't have been my friend when I was wee, a deep abiding need for books, etc. This isn't really of any consequence other than things don't work out as anticipated or planned. With the exception of now being stupider though, all these changes in plans haven't really been bad in the long run. These little kinks get straightened out somewhere. Something you wanted to be or to get that didn't work out - maybe that worked out for the best. You can set your heart on something, or a situation or whatever, feeling it is right at that time, but getting caught up in something removes the ability to judge, to be rational. Though I wouldn't have it any other way!
I guess all I'm saying is that though my current jobless state may be annoying, overall at the moment I'm being philosophical about things. ('Things' not including 4 dying, about which I'm more upset than perhaps the death of an 8-day-old kitten would normally thought to be. Man, the syntax there got convoluted.)
I watched Persuasion and had mixed feelings. I loved the music and how they really managed to get a palatable sense of regret. I didn't like the really wobbly camera angles, the running (can there be a ban on running in Austen?) and how a good chunk of the novel was condensed into the last 20 minutes or so. So more up than down, but Northanger Abbey a better adaptation in all.
I did like the aspect of regret because that's something that has been playing on my mind. Well, not regret as such, just more how things never really turn out as you'd think. I've been thinking of how I was as a child, and how certain aspects which normally carry through to adulthood haven't; namely intellect (I fried off several IQ points, but in mitigation I ought to have died/been rendered intellect-less with the giant fever and so the drop I did have isn't that unfortunate) and piano playing (broken elbow = 18 months+ of no practise = never even getting near to what I had back) and a couple of other things. Some things remain - a sense of competition that has made people say they wouldn't have been my friend when I was wee, a deep abiding need for books, etc. This isn't really of any consequence other than things don't work out as anticipated or planned. With the exception of now being stupider though, all these changes in plans haven't really been bad in the long run. These little kinks get straightened out somewhere. Something you wanted to be or to get that didn't work out - maybe that worked out for the best. You can set your heart on something, or a situation or whatever, feeling it is right at that time, but getting caught up in something removes the ability to judge, to be rational. Though I wouldn't have it any other way!
I guess all I'm saying is that though my current jobless state may be annoying, overall at the moment I'm being philosophical about things. ('Things' not including 4 dying, about which I'm more upset than perhaps the death of an 8-day-old kitten would normally thought to be. Man, the syntax there got convoluted.)