Experiment gone awry

A little while ago, I was part of a group experiment (no, it didn’t involve hallucinogens of any kind), which was designed to show us just hos impressionable our minds are.

We were all given clear instructions to NOT think about the following word – which was polar bear.
“Now, please try your hardest NOT to think about polar bears”, we were told.

No worries, I thought, and instead imagined Littlefoot losing his mother in The Land Before Time, while my eyes were tearing up – to the others’ understandable surprise.

Since then, however, I have been haunted by dreams of a lion in a wintery landscape, wearing a parkas, complete with the faux-fur hood.
His name is Dave.

Sometimes Dave is in a real foul mood and roars at me. This is when I grab a Snickers from my pocket and toss it to him and tell him: “Eat a Snickers, Dave. You’re not you when you’re hungry.”

This has to mean something, right? Right?

Now, you’d think a lion in a parka wouldn’t be so hard to find (*cough*), but the only one (that I really liked) that I could find belongs to the very talented Zillabean of DeviantArt:

Granted, this one is A LOT cuter than Dave.

Evil Twin

I got this epic “Evil Twin”-pin (bought at my all-time favorite store: SF-bokhandeln) a few days ago, so that when someone asks me to do something I don’t really want to do (or whenever one of those annoying – no, wait, I’m going to stand by that ‘annoying’-part – salespeople they let loose in malls (you know who you are!), bugs me, I’ll just point at aformentioned pin, smile maliciously and slightly deranged, and tell them they got the wrong twin.

And if someone I know points out that I don’t actually have a twin, I’ll just say “…not anymore, I don’t”, while trying that creepy head-twisting thing made famous by a variation of horror movies.

Mom, who was actually with me, actually gave me a sly smile and said “you’re not a twin…”. I mean, can you believe that, my own Mom basically told me I’m evil!

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There’s always room for more shoes…

My first one-woman excursion with my new winter boots (it was a-comin’, it’s been Frosty the Snowman-cold for a while now – though I’m still waiting for the Olaf building set *cue the unofficial theme of Frozen: Do You Want to Build a Snowman*) went beyond expectation!

My experience has thaught me that almost all new shoes come with some level of pain, weather it be more or less. My new pretties only caused me a pair of ankle bites, one on each foot, which is far beyond the “normal” less.

They’re a pair of Landrovers from Deichmann (which is a paradise for a girl like me who love shoe shopping almost as much as jewelry shopping, handbag shopping and clothes shopping!)

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Shake It Off – Aerobics style

By now, most people must’ve heard one of T-Swift’s newest hits, Shake It Off, if only briefly if it’s not your preferred choice of genre.

I like it. And I like Taylor Swift. She’s a welcomed pop intervention in my otherwise R’n’B’n’HipHop-filled playlist. I like it even more now that I’ve found this perfectly meshed aerobics video from, by the looks of the outfits and hair styles, the eighties (extra bonus since that’s my favorite era!) with T-Swizzle’s song. Kinda makes me want to find some purple spandex and go loco in the living room, attempting – and failing miserably – to keep pace with the pros in the below video.

“I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can’t confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.”

I’m currently halfway through City of Ashes, the second book in the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare.
I have to admit that the first book was a bit of a struggle to get through. I read a lot, and have of course made my way through some YA (young adult) literature before, including the Twilight trilogy, but so far there’s always been too much brooding teen angst for it to climb very high up on my list of favorite genres. That being said, I think I’m actually starting to warm up to most of Clare’s characters – though when it comes to Jace, I’m thinking he very much benefitted from having Jamie Campbell Bower portray him in the movie adaption…

Anyway. I had already seen the movie and I neither loved nor hated it. Matter of fact, it left me without any lasting impression of any kind, which is why reading the books wasn’t high on my list of priorities.
Even if I hate a movie based on a book, I’m more likely to read the book, to give both it and the movie a fair chance, than I am if the movie left me completely unaffected – as in the case with The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones.

The reason I’m reading the series now, is because I have two friends who absolutely loved it (though they also claim to have really liked the movie…), and while I’ll keep insisting that this will never be a top choice of genre for me, and that you will never find these books on any of my bookshelves, I do find myself wanting to know what’ll happen next.

The copy of the book I’m reading belongs to the library. As is to be expected from any library book a few years old, the pages are well read – and apparently also loved:

Emotional passage or just checking to see if the lipstick can withstand a good smooch?
(Wasn’t me)

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon.

“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss

I have no idea how an almost-month flew by without a post. Well. I know how, but, you know, figuratively speaking. I’m big on speaking figuratively.

I’ve actually been meaning to post – I even had a few truly brilliant ideas, though some of them were, what I later decided was, “post-mediam-noctem-ly brilliant”, i.e. they seemed really clever and what-not in the wee hours of real early morning, but didn’t quite measure up in the stark light of day. And I couldn’t decide beween the rest, so I just waited till INSPIRATION found me. Which is now!

The possibly sad part is that inspiration was triggered by binge watching America’s Next Top Model – I’m on cycle 20.

Anyway! This post will not be about the handsome girls and pretty guys of ANTM, but about Dracula: Untold. As per usual, I went with my big bro and his girlfriend. This time what movie to see was a joint decision, so there is no one person to be blamed for the choice.

Maybe I should re-think my phrasing. Dracula: Untold wasn’t a bad movie. Not at all. It had strong actors, beautiful scenery, impressive special effects and, to me, most importantly, a very interesting story – that of how Vlad the Impaler became one of the creators of the literal strigoi (vampire). But! The last is also the reason why I didn’t enjoy this movie as much as I had hoped and why I’ll stick with my choice of words.

The story had so much potential. To find out how Dracula went from being Son of the Dragon to Son of the Devil.
To me, a lot of the movie’s possible appeal got lost with the storytelling. At times it took too long to advance the narrative, and at other times, and in my opinion, constantly at the wrong time, they rushed through key moments.

Fredrik, my brother, claims to have liked it. But since he and I rarely (and I mean once-in-a-blue-moon-rarely) see eye to eye on things we either like or dislike, and since I therefore consider his voice null and void when it comes to giving out movie tips, I don’t think anyone should be swayed by that. (Seriously, this guy, I love him to bits, but he even loved The Substitute 3: Winner Takes All – sure, I, too, sometimes enjoy a really clearcut good guy vs bad guy flick, especially starring Treat Williams, but tS3:WTA is pretty bad.)

Fredrik’s girlfriend – an almost as big fan as I am of Coraline and therefore a girl after my own heart – however, even managed to fall semi-asleep during one of the movie’s barely forward-moving moments. That actually happened. Take what you will from that.

I’m actually torn between posting the trailer for Dracula: Untold, as it also (not unlike Lucy) makes the movie look almost flawless (disclaimer: I do think Dracula: Untold is HEAPS better than Lucy), but seeing as Transporter 3 just came on, and it stars the ridiculously hawt Robert Knepper (he, Statham, Statham‘s slick moves and François Berléand‘s hilarious Inspector Tarconi makes this movie worth a re-watch, despite it not being a favorite), I will post the trailer and let you make up your own minds.

Again, not a bad movie, but in retrospect I kind of wish I hadn’t gone to see it in the theater. It’s probably one of those movies that works better on my small(er) screen than on the big silver one.

“I once saw him kill three men… with a pencil.”

I’ve just seen the trailer for the upcoming Keanu Reeves movie, John Wick. I know he’s done stuff since the Matrix trilogy, but I only know that because I’m an avid user of IMDb, so either I’ve been living under a rock or he’s been starring in things way below my radar, because my initial thought upon seeing his name was “Oh, wow, Keanu’s back!”.

This will be…
Well, it was a really interesting trailer so I’m going to go with “inneresting” instead of “weird”. Definitely going to see it, ’cause it stars A LOT of actors I love (Ian McShane and Willem Dafoe, to name two less obvious than Keanu, whom I of course adore, being a big fan of Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey as well as the Matrix movies).

“I once saw him kill three men… with a pencil.”
Other than Peter Stormare (huuuuge fan of his!), I think Michael Nyqvist is the only swede I know (of) that can deliver a line like that and make it believable.
would add Stellan Skarsgård to that list –  the entire Skarsgårds clan is one of Sweden’s finest exports – but with him, it’s easier to believe him (or rather a character of his – important distinction!) capable of performing said feat with nothing but a pencil than it is to hear him say so about someone else.

John Wick is set to premier (in Sweden) on October 31st, so we’ll see if I can manage to convince my brother and Katrine (my constant movie companions <3) to let me pick another movie. Fingers crossed!

W.C.K.D is good.

You’d think I’d be a bit shy to venture on another cinematographic adventure so soon after my latest mishap – Lucy – and yet I found myself back in front of the big screen just yesterday. And with the same company, no less. Namely my big brother and his girlfriend.

The one difference, and that which got me to agree, albeit still somewhat reluctantly, to brave another possible disappointment, was that I wasn’t the one picking the movie this time. And should the movie we were about to see, turn out to be another let-down, I figured I’d be able to consider myself off the chose-a-bad-movie-so-no-one-in-the-present-company-will-ever-trust-me-to-make-any-vital-movie-decisions-ever-again-hook.

Though I was worried. (Sort of.) And the movie wasn’t another let-down – far from it, actually – so unfortunately I’m technically still on the hook…

The movie, picked by my brother (though I would like to think that I might’ve had an impact on the choice, in the interest of being let off the aforementioned hook), was The Maze Runner, starring Dylan O’BrienPatricia Clarkson, Ki Hong LeeJacob Latimore (whom I actually recognized as the artist of a song I really like) and Kaya Scodelario.

As was the case with Lucy, I’d – we’d – seen the trailer for The Maze Runner the last time we were at the movies. Unlike Lucy, The Maze Runner’s trailer wasn’t misleading – with Lucy, some evil genius had actually managed to take all of the thirteen action packed minutes (from the entire movie) and crammed ‘em into a 01:16 trailer, giving me way too high expectations.
The Maze Runner trailer, however, kept its promise – and yesterday was a really good movie experience.
I only wish it’d been my idea and not my brother’s.

The Maze Runner actually shares some similarities with two other popular book trilogies turned movie quadrilogies (I’ll admit that I don’t know for sure that James Dashner’s Maze Runner series will be turned into a quadrilogy, but I think there’s a pretty good chance); The Hunger Games and the Divergent trilogy.
All three takes place in futuristic, post-apocalyptic settings (which I love) and centers around a young hero (Thomas, Katniss and Tris, respectively) and their fights against cruel injustices.
Almost makes me wish I was still taking Literature, a comparison between the three could’ve been a great final paper!