Saturday, January 19, 2013


When I found this out,  I felt this horrid rock in my chest where my heart should have been for a second. One of the greatest figures in the Land of Cinema is gone? Forever?


I have decided, therefore, that this post will be dedicated to some of my favorite Hughes movies. (by the way, I will not be doing a synopsis for any of these, so if you haven't heard of these, just trust me that they're awesome and go watch them). PS, spoilers may occur. In no order, be prepared for....

#1. Pretty In Pink

This is probably my favorite John Hughes production, so I guess you could say that this list IS in order after all.This whole concept has been done over and over before, but when you combine the 'poor-girl-rich-guy' complex with John Hughes, you get something blindingly awesome. Then, if that wasn't enough, you add her flamboyant-yet-still-straight cooky bosom friend Ducky that oozes originality and unrequited love for Molly Ringwald's character, and also the slightly-insane record store owner who seems to be permanently stuck in the sugary-sweet bubble gum era of the sixties. Who else would have thought up all these seemingly different characters and combine them to create one great movie. It's both sweet, yet filled with relatable angst that doesn't seem at all patronizing, sprinkled with charming outsider snark and charming wit, a happy ending being the cherry on top. Even Blane's douche best friend worms his way into your heart, even if he's 'technically' the bad guy. Though, more technically, there IS no bad guy; the 'bad guy' is just the stereotypes and cliques that lays so heavily on high schoolers. All of Hughes' movies focus on cliques in high school, but I feel like this one really makes people believe that cliques are only as strong as the power you give them. The fact that Blane, despite the teasing and hatred he may garner, and Andie, despite the respect she may lose from her misfit-and-proud friends, fall hopelessly and optimistically in love speaks to the inner rebels in us all. YOU GO, JOHN HUGHES.

#2. Some Kind of Wonderful


Keith has to be the greatest Moron of the eighties, but you can't help but love him. This, too, is an age-old conept (guy falls in love with popular girl, guy's best friend secretly loves him from the  sidelines), but I love it, not because it stood out (even though it did), but because it single-handedly CREATED that concept. And Watts, the tomboy of a generation, is probably my greatest idol. She is obsessed with her drums and her music, chops her hair into the iconic bleached-blond pixie, gives excellent advice to her only friend Keith, is never seen without her red leather fingerless gloves, and is whole-heartedly in love with said friend. Talk about dynamic and continually breaking stereotypes! And, unlike other storylines like this, the popular girl (Amanda) isn't all she appears to be. Abused by her previous boyfriend, she is fragile and troubled, and ends up loving Keith enough to let him go. I actually adore her just as much as Watts, and even though you totally root for Watts to end up with Keith, you mourn for Amanda's lot in life and root for her to have her own happily ever after. Not quite a love triangle, but this is what all love triangles should be like. Filled with angst and real romance, this is a must-see.

#3. The Breakfast Club

Probably one of the most iconic movies of all time, I could watch the Breakfast Club a million times and find something new and meaningful in between the lines. It has so much more to do with than just high school, and addresses so many big issues, like the effects of abuse on a child (the Rebel), the effects of being pushed too much (the Althete and the Brain), the effects of divorce on a child (the Princess), and the effects of being ignored (the Basket Case). Suicide, depression, peer pressure, and more, are also elements of this surprisingly light-but-heavy drama/comedy. It also shows that, sometimes, breaking the rules is good. Great even. Everyone takes a chance in this movie, and in some cases, they take chances on each other ( Rebel~Princess, Athlete~Basket Case), which results in a dynamic mix of drama, black comedy, and sweet romances that you just KNOW will survive.

#4. Uncle Buck

Let us take a break from the more heavier movies, and move on to MY FAVORITE COMEDIES OF ALL FREAKIN' TIME, starting with my favorite fictional uncle, Buck. This is a wholly unconventional and wholly entertaining movie about an unemployed guy who makes a living by betting on rigged horse races,with an ancient Cadillac to his name, who must take care of his yuppie brother Bob's kids for a week or two. Only problem? EVERYTHING. He can't even take care of himself. I love this movie not only for the plot, but also for the main message from an issue: if you're ashamed of someone 'lesser' than you, do you just.....ignore them like trash? One of the most classic moments history comes from this movie, when Buck threatens the eldest, Tia, who is a basically a b*tch throughout the whole movie:

  Buck: [is trying to make Tia go out bowling with him and the other kids] We've done the battle of the wills. The deck's stacked in my favor. You're just gonna lose again.
Tia: Try me.
Buck: How would you like to spend the next several nights wondering if your crazy, out-of-work, bum uncle will shave your head while you sleep? See you in the car, sweetie!

God, I love Buck.

#5. Mr. Mom

Ah, Michael Keaton. My first real crush besides Barney. I love this movie not only because it's hilarious, but because it adresses the issue of what happens when a husband and wife switch their 'normal' gender roles. Keaton (Jack Butler), recently unemployed, has to become the house-husband while his wife quickly jumps up the Working World ladder. While completely light, it has a deeper meaning of support, and what happens when someone developes a high from being a total workaholic and misses all the biggest milestones of her kids' lives.

 Caroline: I know you're overwhelmed.....Hey, where are you going?
Jack Butler: [while eating a slice of pizza] I'm going to sleep on the FAT couch, if I can fit through the door! Don't look at me like that, I know you're disgusted! I don't need this!

God, I love Jack Butler/Michael Keaton.

Almost as much as I love John Hughes.

 - Pretty in Pink

 - Uncle Buck

- Mr. Mom

 - Some Kind of Wonderful

- Breakfast Club


- RIP John Hughes ^~^


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

My Cordial Merci

I have noticed recently that I have had a spike in viewers lately, AND I AM UTTERLY DELIGHTED. Apprently, I have a reader or two from Egypt, Canada, the former Soviet Union, Australia, Sweden, etc.! And I recently got to the milestone of 1000 pageviews! Which is incredibly exciting! I have decided to treat you all, as a thanks, with a medley of deliciously entertaining items:

I will make a post about the dodo bird later!

funny pictures of monkeys eating bananas Funny Pictures of Monkeys Eating Bananas

Whose Line is it Anyway links (You're welcome):

And now, my favorite poems for you to enjoy:

April Midnight By Arthur Symons

Side by side through the streets at midnight,
Roaming together,
Through the tumultuous night of London,
In the miraculous April weather.
Roaming together under the gaslight,
Day’s work over,
How the Spring calls to us, here in the city,
Calls to the heart from the heart of a lover!
Cool to the wind blows, fresh in our faces,
Cleansing, entrancing,
After the heat and the fumes and the footlights,
Where you dance and I watch your dancing.
Good it is to be here together,
Good to be roaming,
Even in London, even at midnight,
Lover-like in a lover’s gloaming.
You the dancer and I the dreamer,
Children together,
Wandering lost in the night of London,
In the miraculous April weather.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314) By Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

After a Rainstorm By Robert Wrigley

Because I have come to the fence at night,
the horses arrive also from their ancient stable.
They let me stroke their long faces, and I note
in the light of the now-merging moon

how they, a Morgan and a Quarter, have been
by shake-guttered raindrops
spotted around their rumps and thus made
Appaloosas, the ancestral horses of this place.

Maybe because it is night, they are nervous,
or maybe because they too sense
what they have become, they seem
to be waiting for me to say something

to whatever ancient spirits might still abide here,
that they might awaken from this strange dream,
in which there are fences and stables and a man
who doesn’t know a single word they understand.

The Bones of My Father By Etheridge Knight

There are no dry bones
here in this valley. The skull
of my father grins
at the Mississippi moon
from the bottom
of the Tallahatchie,
the bones of my father
are buried in the mud
of these creeks and brooks that twist
and flow their secrets to the sea.
but the wind sings to me
here the sun speaks to me
of the dry bones of my father.

There are no dry bones
in the northern valleys, in the Harlem alleys
young / black / men with knees bent
nod on the stoops of the tenements
and dream
of the dry bones of my father.

And young white longhairs who flee
their homes, and bend their minds
and sing their songs of brotherhood
and no more wars are searching for
my father’s bones.

There are no dry bones here.
We hide from the sun.
No more do we take the long straight strides.
Our steps have been shaped by the cages
that kept us. We glide sideways
like crabs across the sand.
We perch on green lilies, we search
beneath white rocks...

The skull of my father
grins at the Mississippi moon
from the bottom
of the Tallahatchie.
And finally, piece of french history! This was the signature drawing of the infamous cabaret (night club, almost) Le Chat Noir, which was located in Paris during the late ninteenth century. It was modern, and all the 'hipsters' of the time went there to smoke, drink, and write stunning and famous masterpieces!

Also can be a mini-poster for poor people like me.

Thank you, and to all, I bid thee good morrow!

Your adoring friend,
Not Athena


Sunday, January 6, 2013

How to make your day better (and is Edgar Allen Poe considered a celebrity to normal people?)

You ever have those moments where you're so bored that ripping out your eyes seems appealing? Of course you have, because you're human, and life can get really monotonous. The tips I am about to giv you should hopefully help you get through your everyday routine when said everyday routine makes you want to cry. And slap a puppy. Which, by the way, is NOT normal behavior. If you think it is, then I am judging you. Oh, look! A wonderful segue for what I'm about to talk about next in my list:

  • Find someone to hate. Seriously, if you don't hate anyone at your work or at school, then yeah, you need to find someone. It makes time fly by so quickly! I'll be sitting at my desk, making weird faces into the shiny surface of my pen like an idiot, then that thin twit from AP who goes to all the beer-pong parties will breeze in just as the bell rings with her albino-elephant-skin Gucci purse, and her perfectly flowing butter-shaded hair that you just know has to be extensions or a wig but you know it really isn't, and her spidery eyelashes made out of mink fur, and her scarf made by little thin children in the Swiss mountains out of yak hair and angel tears, and I just want to hit her with my AP textbook that I know we both have but she never seems to struggle carrying. Then suddenly it's 2:45 and I'm on the bus. It's like I black out. Should I be concerned, or should I just chalk this up as an important tool for passing time? I'll call it the latter.
  • Make up a scandalous secret about a stranger that you see everyday and pretend it's real and that you're the only that knows about it. Holy guacamole is it intertaining. If you're confused about what I'm talking about, which happens a lot so don't worry, let me give you an example from my exciting life: there is this one girl in one of my classes that I pretend is secretly, that one is too mean, let me get another one. There is this one guy in my class that I pretend is secretly the real James Bond, and I figured it out but he doesn't know that I know and I'm the only one that knows. He probably thinks I'm a freak because whenever I see him I accidentally have this mysterious knowing smirk on my face and a slight head nod going on, but nevertheless, it's endlessly amusing.
  • Write one random word over and over on a piece of paper, then on your way to somewhere (going from one class to one another, personally), just put it somewhere, like on that little dry space on the water fountain. I try to do this at least every month. Two months ago, I wrote the word 'toothpick' over and over, then left it on the bathroom sink at my school. I try to disguise the writing, and th janitor is probably the person that always picks it up, but I like to think that it's the James Bond guy. 
  • Wear your craziest socks, then cover them up with boots or something, then sneak the fact that your wearing crazy socks underneath your boots into every conversation. Never let them actually check to see if you're telling the truth, though, to keep things mysterious. I'm not totally sure, but I'm pretty sure this is a sexy flirting move. 
  • Write the most complicated algebra equation ever. Each time you pull it out, add something, and try to keep it going for like the entire work week. For even MORE fun, save them all, then at the end of the  year, take them all with you to school/work and randomly dump them out on your desk and giggle. Thn give them all away as gifts to remember you by till next year. Repeat process until death.
  • Make a detailed plan throughout your day about doing something totally not normal in a cemetery, like a tea party. Draw all the dresses you and your guests will wear, all the teacups, the invitations you would send out, the celebrities you would invite (I always like to include Edgar Allen Poe; I'm sure he was a bag of laughs, and I'm also sure a tea party would do him good), and draw all the little crumpets and such. For even more fun, actually do it. Bringing a book by Mr. Poe is close enough.
  • Write a letter to Mr. Poe and send it later. The address is  519 W Fayett St., Baltimore, MD, 21201 (seriously. That is the address of the cemetary where he is buried.)
Go! Run free, my little rabid bunnies!! I set you loose among the general public to wreak havoc and make the world a gloriously better place, albeit a bit more mad. As in insane.