Showing posts with label Awesome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Awesome. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Oh, Lydia... What have you done??

Alright, Mrs. B. We've talked before about just how ... excited I get about Pride and Prejudice. And how I've been following as much of the media for the Lizzie Bennet Diaries as I can.

So, while friends have been speculating on what's going to happen and when, I've been doing some speculating myself and waiting on tenterhooks for what comes next.

My patience can take it. I know .... Oh GOD when is the next one coming OUT?!

And then THIS happened. It was brought to my attention tonight.


Not what I was expecting, but bravo, LBD team. Bravo. Nicely played.

Catch up. The end game is here.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Pride, Prejudice, and my Passion for Austen

Okay, perhaps not so surprising, but I have a deep and abiding love for the works (and derivative works) of Jane Austen. She has so many great characters, but Elizabeth Bennett is one of my favorites.

So, of course when I found out about this, I watched every episode I could:



(Beware, Mrs. B. These are ridiculously habit forming)

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Transformations: What a Girl Can Do When She Goes Out of Her Comfort-Zone

Hi Mrs. B.,

I just finished reading an excellent book which actually put me in mind of another excellent book. The point of both was the idea of transformation. That how we see ourselves and how others see us can be changed without us even realizing it's happening. 

Monday, October 15, 2012

New Steps

Hi Mrs. B.,

We've talked a little about my fiction writing habit before. As long as I've been a reader, I've tried my hand at writing. I think you remember some of those early stories and journals. I brought you my trip journal from the move out East before I met you (Honestly, I wish I knew where that was now. I remember putting some hilarious things in there about Thunder Bay, ON and the sleeping giant. And then there was the hotel fire. Ahh, the adventures of my youth.) But, it was in the days I haunted your library that I really started working on fiction. My mom had an extra typewriter she'd brought home from the office that I would painstakingly henpeck out stories on: ghosts stories, strange doings on far away beaches, tales of lost memories and remembered friends, spy stories, mysteries. Fantasies.

There was the earthquake story from Freshman English with Mrs. R.. The spy short I wrote for Mr. D. in Computer class when he wanted us to write paragraphs.