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marguerite_kruxMother is awesome. She's so hooked on Lenka that she played Dangerous and Sweet to her class under the guise of an educational exercise. *nodnod* They were studying poetry and she got them to listen to it and analyzes themes and metaphors and such. *iz proud* I want her to set an assignment based on Lenka but that's going a bit too far, lol.
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I am bemused at all these animals that are suddenly being represented by agents who negotiate deals on their behalf. First there was Sam the koala, whose main claim to fame was drinking water while recovering from the fires. *cue for everyone to go 'awww'*
Then there's Sophie Tucker, a real hero who triumphed against the odds to survive in the wild before being reunited with her family.
Swimming several miles, living off baby goats on a deserted island for six months before rescue...I love this story, it's just so unbelievable I almost expect to hear it's a hoax. It's Castaway meets Survivor and apparently studios are considering movie scripts based on her story, lol. The bit about hunting baby goats may not be so kid-friendly, though. O.o This dog is so deceptively innocent and happy lookin', but there is a fierce hunter lurking within.
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The most romantic proposal I've ever heard on a tv show. It aired like, last year, but in case someone's just starting this show, I don't want to spoil anyone.
Dexter: My life has always felt like an unanswered question. The strain of days and nights waiting for something to happen but...I don't know what.
Rita, we're connected. Wherever I am, I feel you, and the kids, with me. You're what makes me real.
I want us to always go out for banana splits and replant the lemon tree that keeps dying and I never ever want to miss a Pizza Night.
And that is how I know I want to marry you. Because something as simple as Pizza Night is the highlight of my week.
But not without the kids. Cody, Aster. You guys are my family. I'm going to hang on to you for dear life. Please, say yes.
Rita: Yes, we will marry you.
*squees* Isn't that the sweetest thing ever? I mean, yes, shame he's a serial killer and all, but he cares about them so much!
If someone ever said something like this to me, I'd combust with happiness and glee. I just want to matter that much to another person, you know? I know it sounds selfish, but I want to be the meaning of someone's life. So that the world literally revolves around meeee. :D
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Lie to Me.
Cal: Hey, where're you going?
Gillian: I'm gonna go help Torres get started on the South East drive-by shooting. Who better tahn me to gt inside the world of gangster rappers?
LMAO. She said it with such a straight face I was nodding along and then like, 'Hey, wait a sec! What?!' Lol, I love that she was trying to act gangsta. *squishes Gillian* So very cute.
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Gillian: Your imaginary friend, Penelope?
Cal: Yeah, the only girl I know who tells me the truth.
Gillian: *pouts* Hey!
Cal: What? Oh, sorry.
It's great that he apologizes, like, he's amending his statement: he trusts his imaginary friend and her to tell him the truth. Aww.
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'k, so, no surprise that I hate the ex-wife. People are such snots to our heroes. They come to them for help and then spend all their time criticizing and whinging, argh.
Ex-wife: I'm going to work on something more tangible but you go ahead, take her to the zoo.
W. T. F. There's no need to be so catty, you wh0re. You want to explore another angle, fine, but don't pay her out for wanting to be thorough.
I do adore the subtle insult from Gilly, though, like when Ex-Wife walks into Cal's office, she goes, 'We still have a receptionist here, don't we?' like 'don't we employ someone to keep the riff-raff from troubling us?' Lol.
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Cal: I'm in completely control of myself, which is more than I can say for you, following me into the men's room.
*woman exits the stall*
Gillian: Women's room, Cal. The women's room.
AHAHA! Priceless moment! *wipes away tears* He's blustering, trying to shake her off by running to a solely-male domain and ends up shooting himself in the foot by betraying his mental confusion. I love it.
It's interesting, though, because Gillian starts off on the defensive- I wondered if there was any significance to the moment when she yanks him out of the meeting and goes, 'No' and he replies, 'What 'no'?' moving in really close, invading her personal space and peering intently at her; she takes a step back, 'You know what.' Is she worried about what he might see on her face?Jealousy?
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'He believes his story's true the same way he believes in Santa Claus. Somebody told him it was true. It's an implanted memory'.
I always thought it was wrong for parents to lie to their kids like that. Children grow up and become disillusioned with so many things in life, why would you set them up with fantasies that you're only going to crush later? At James' funeral, the minister recounted a family anecdote of when he found out, 'Santa isn't real! My life is over!' and spent the next hour crying inconsolably. Why inflict this misery upon your kids?
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So, Roger proposes to the ex-wife.
Cal: You know what? I miss the arguments.
Gillian: You do?
*both crack up laughing*
Cal: Probably not the best time to say that, though.
Gillian: Absolutely not.
I love how wry she is, the subtle twitch of her lips, the slight skeptical inflection in her voice. Yes, I'm totally in love with her, my god, I'm rhapsodizing over the smallest movement of her features. *clutches head*
I really liked this scene, how the couples were established, ex-wife and her husband-to-be; Gillian and Cal...
...which is why the final scene appalled and horrified me immensely. HE HOOKED UP WITH THE EX, OMFG. NOOOO! *headdeskwallfloor*
The only good thing about this scene is that it reveals he is unexpectedly muscled, yo. And tattooed! I need a HQ cap of those tattoos, one almost looks like Hindi. Wish I knew what it said. But yeah, EWW. I am very disappointed, writers. *roars*
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[Drama queen pose, lol]
The funeral was...well. You know. People were asking how it was and it's like, 'Oh, good. It was GREAT, I HAD A SWELL TIME'.
It took place at 1pm but Katherine kidnapped me from Deakin at around 10am. We went to buy Easter bunnies that were on sale for 20c for her ex-boyfriend and his family [I admire how they are such good friends after their breakup], delivered said bunnies, window-shopped at the mall for a while, decided to get ourselves some of the aforementioned bunnies, visited the pet store and cooed over some puppies...just killed time, basically, then arrived at the church about an hour early.
So we went for a walk, had a bit of a heart-to-heart, then stopped by the park and played on the swings. If you could've seen us then, giggling and shrieking about the mindfrak of the Star Trek movie and so on, you'd never have known we were about to go to a funeral. I think that was the point. I was her distraction. She was in James' year level, they were much closer, and Katherine is such a strong person I didn't really think of her needing comfort or anything, so it didn't occur to me til later that the reason she wanted me around was to keep her mind off gloomy, morbid things and on non-consequential lighter subjects. During the funeral, she was the collected one comforting all the other girls- a few of them were crying before we even got into the church. Despite this, the service was quite...damn it, 'good', I guess. How else do you descibe it, right?
One thing we giggled over was when they played 'Eternal Flame' before the service started. Katherine was like, 'Oh, inappropriate choice of song', lol.
The only quibble I had was that the minister would look down to read from his notes and then up again to gaze at the audience, so first he'd be speaking with the mic and then without, which meant his voice kept going from conversational level to BOOMING THIS IS GOD SPEAKING FROM THE HEAVENS kinda levels. Really irritating. It'd be like, 'We are gathered here today TO HONOR JAMES'S MEMORY. Seeing how many of you are in attendance, WE KNOW THAT HE WAS A MUCH LOVED member of the community...' Argh. *headdesk*
The family got the minister to read out their speeches, and the parents said what you'd expect, that he was the light of their life, he was wonderful and perfect and all that. It was the sister's that raised a lot of chuckles. 'As I write this, I'm trying to make sure my grammar is correct, I know how much it pissed you off when I couldn't distinguish between 'bought' and 'brought'.
Lol. It's funny hearing the church dude say 'pissed off'. *snickers* Yes, I'm a child.
'We had good and bad times, as brothers and sisters do. I know how you hated when I stole your razors...' Her speech had a lot of funny memories together, reminiscing about times they got in trouble and so on, making it much more sweet and realistic.
There was a lot of hugging that went on before and after the service and then at the cemetary [we went to the burial]. I think I was hugged more in this one day than I've been in the past few months. Death is, of course, hard to cope with for those left behind, but it did bring some of us closer together. I can't say it was an experience I'd like to repeat, but there weren't any unpleasant dramas [just a few people avoiding each other and whispering a few catty comments about their frenemies *eyeroll* PEOPLE, the funeral is about JAMES, not your petty rivalries] and we all cried and laughed together and I think it really helped to move on as a whole. It won't be the same at our group gatherings again, but we'll be okay.
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I am bemused at all these animals that are suddenly being represented by agents who negotiate deals on their behalf. First there was Sam the koala, whose main claim to fame was drinking water while recovering from the fires. *cue for everyone to go 'awww'*
Then there's Sophie Tucker, a real hero who triumphed against the odds to survive in the wild before being reunited with her family.
Swimming several miles, living off baby goats on a deserted island for six months before rescue...I love this story, it's just so unbelievable I almost expect to hear it's a hoax. It's Castaway meets Survivor and apparently studios are considering movie scripts based on her story, lol. The bit about hunting baby goats may not be so kid-friendly, though. O.o This dog is so deceptively innocent and happy lookin', but there is a fierce hunter lurking within.
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The most romantic proposal I've ever heard on a tv show. It aired like, last year, but in case someone's just starting this show, I don't want to spoil anyone.
Dexter: My life has always felt like an unanswered question. The strain of days and nights waiting for something to happen but...I don't know what.
Rita, we're connected. Wherever I am, I feel you, and the kids, with me. You're what makes me real.
I want us to always go out for banana splits and replant the lemon tree that keeps dying and I never ever want to miss a Pizza Night.
And that is how I know I want to marry you. Because something as simple as Pizza Night is the highlight of my week.
But not without the kids. Cody, Aster. You guys are my family. I'm going to hang on to you for dear life. Please, say yes.
Rita: Yes, we will marry you.
*squees* Isn't that the sweetest thing ever? I mean, yes, shame he's a serial killer and all, but he cares about them so much!
If someone ever said something like this to me, I'd combust with happiness and glee. I just want to matter that much to another person, you know? I know it sounds selfish, but I want to be the meaning of someone's life. So that the world literally revolves around meeee. :D
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Lie to Me.
Cal: Hey, where're you going?
Gillian: I'm gonna go help Torres get started on the South East drive-by shooting. Who better tahn me to gt inside the world of gangster rappers?
LMAO. She said it with such a straight face I was nodding along and then like, 'Hey, wait a sec! What?!' Lol, I love that she was trying to act gangsta. *squishes Gillian* So very cute.
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Gillian: Your imaginary friend, Penelope?
Cal: Yeah, the only girl I know who tells me the truth.
Gillian: *pouts* Hey!
Cal: What? Oh, sorry.
It's great that he apologizes, like, he's amending his statement: he trusts his imaginary friend and her to tell him the truth. Aww.
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'k, so, no surprise that I hate the ex-wife. People are such snots to our heroes. They come to them for help and then spend all their time criticizing and whinging, argh.
Ex-wife: I'm going to work on something more tangible but you go ahead, take her to the zoo.
W. T. F. There's no need to be so catty, you wh0re. You want to explore another angle, fine, but don't pay her out for wanting to be thorough.
I do adore the subtle insult from Gilly, though, like when Ex-Wife walks into Cal's office, she goes, 'We still have a receptionist here, don't we?' like 'don't we employ someone to keep the riff-raff from troubling us?' Lol.
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Cal: I'm in completely control of myself, which is more than I can say for you, following me into the men's room.
*woman exits the stall*
Gillian: Women's room, Cal. The women's room.
AHAHA! Priceless moment! *wipes away tears* He's blustering, trying to shake her off by running to a solely-male domain and ends up shooting himself in the foot by betraying his mental confusion. I love it.
It's interesting, though, because Gillian starts off on the defensive- I wondered if there was any significance to the moment when she yanks him out of the meeting and goes, 'No' and he replies, 'What 'no'?' moving in really close, invading her personal space and peering intently at her; she takes a step back, 'You know what.' Is she worried about what he might see on her face?
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'He believes his story's true the same way he believes in Santa Claus. Somebody told him it was true. It's an implanted memory'.
I always thought it was wrong for parents to lie to their kids like that. Children grow up and become disillusioned with so many things in life, why would you set them up with fantasies that you're only going to crush later? At James' funeral, the minister recounted a family anecdote of when he found out, 'Santa isn't real! My life is over!' and spent the next hour crying inconsolably. Why inflict this misery upon your kids?
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So, Roger proposes to the ex-wife.
Cal: You know what? I miss the arguments.
Gillian: You do?
*both crack up laughing*
Cal: Probably not the best time to say that, though.
Gillian: Absolutely not.
I love how wry she is, the subtle twitch of her lips, the slight skeptical inflection in her voice. Yes, I'm totally in love with her, my god, I'm rhapsodizing over the smallest movement of her features. *clutches head*
I really liked this scene, how the couples were established, ex-wife and her husband-to-be; Gillian and Cal...
...which is why the final scene appalled and horrified me immensely. HE HOOKED UP WITH THE EX, OMFG. NOOOO! *headdeskwallfloor*
The only good thing about this scene is that it reveals he is unexpectedly muscled, yo. And tattooed! I need a HQ cap of those tattoos, one almost looks like Hindi. Wish I knew what it said. But yeah, EWW. I am very disappointed, writers. *roars*
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[Drama queen pose, lol]
The funeral was...well. You know. People were asking how it was and it's like, 'Oh, good. It was GREAT, I HAD A SWELL TIME'.
It took place at 1pm but Katherine kidnapped me from Deakin at around 10am. We went to buy Easter bunnies that were on sale for 20c for her ex-boyfriend and his family [I admire how they are such good friends after their breakup], delivered said bunnies, window-shopped at the mall for a while, decided to get ourselves some of the aforementioned bunnies, visited the pet store and cooed over some puppies...just killed time, basically, then arrived at the church about an hour early.
So we went for a walk, had a bit of a heart-to-heart, then stopped by the park and played on the swings. If you could've seen us then, giggling and shrieking about the mindfrak of the Star Trek movie and so on, you'd never have known we were about to go to a funeral. I think that was the point. I was her distraction. She was in James' year level, they were much closer, and Katherine is such a strong person I didn't really think of her needing comfort or anything, so it didn't occur to me til later that the reason she wanted me around was to keep her mind off gloomy, morbid things and on non-consequential lighter subjects. During the funeral, she was the collected one comforting all the other girls- a few of them were crying before we even got into the church. Despite this, the service was quite...damn it, 'good', I guess. How else do you descibe it, right?
One thing we giggled over was when they played 'Eternal Flame' before the service started. Katherine was like, 'Oh, inappropriate choice of song', lol.
The only quibble I had was that the minister would look down to read from his notes and then up again to gaze at the audience, so first he'd be speaking with the mic and then without, which meant his voice kept going from conversational level to BOOMING THIS IS GOD SPEAKING FROM THE HEAVENS kinda levels. Really irritating. It'd be like, 'We are gathered here today TO HONOR JAMES'S MEMORY. Seeing how many of you are in attendance, WE KNOW THAT HE WAS A MUCH LOVED member of the community...' Argh. *headdesk*
The family got the minister to read out their speeches, and the parents said what you'd expect, that he was the light of their life, he was wonderful and perfect and all that. It was the sister's that raised a lot of chuckles. 'As I write this, I'm trying to make sure my grammar is correct, I know how much it pissed you off when I couldn't distinguish between 'bought' and 'brought'.
Lol. It's funny hearing the church dude say 'pissed off'. *snickers* Yes, I'm a child.
'We had good and bad times, as brothers and sisters do. I know how you hated when I stole your razors...' Her speech had a lot of funny memories together, reminiscing about times they got in trouble and so on, making it much more sweet and realistic.
There was a lot of hugging that went on before and after the service and then at the cemetary [we went to the burial]. I think I was hugged more in this one day than I've been in the past few months. Death is, of course, hard to cope with for those left behind, but it did bring some of us closer together. I can't say it was an experience I'd like to repeat, but there weren't any unpleasant dramas [just a few people avoiding each other and whispering a few catty comments about their frenemies *eyeroll* PEOPLE, the funeral is about JAMES, not your petty rivalries] and we all cried and laughed together and I think it really helped to move on as a whole. It won't be the same at our group gatherings again, but we'll be okay.
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