April 7th, 2002

hedwig (by radiocure)

The nature of entertainment

I challenged myself to read We Were the Mulvaneys before Monday, when the movie is on Lifetime. I finished it in just over thirty-six hours, and still managed to do other stuff to. Go me.

It makes me think though, about the role of the audience/observer in the entertainment process. As I get older, I am realizing that the things that I find the most entertaining are those that I feel contain a piece of me, that are about me on some level. Reading this book is no exception.

One of the main characters in the book, a girl who was basically forced to leave her home at seventeen, takes a pet with her when she moves away. The pet eventually dies, and it really upset me. Until I realized what the F@#$ was going on with me.

It all comes back to Socrates.

When I was a senior in high school, my mother decided that she wanted to move. She sent me to live with my dad, assuming that I could drive back and forth to school (Dad didn't live in my school district and this was before any schools of choice legislation). In October, my car died, and my dad, faced with no other choice, had to move me back into the house where I had lived with Mom, which was now being rented by friends of the family (technically, the mother of my niece and a friend of hers). Being a stranger, an outsider, in the house you had lived in all your life, the home you came home from the hospital to, was a very difficult experience. But I had Socrates, my orange cat that mom had decided to leave at the house with Nikki, as he was a hard-core country cat.

Two or three years later, when Socrates died, I spent an entire day in bed, unable to get past my grief for someone who had been such a rock for me during other times of grief. Socrates's coat dried more tears of mine than a kleenex ever did. He's the only pet I still miss, after all this time.

So I can understand how Marianne Mulvaney needed to go to great lengths to help Muffin, how losing him would have meant losing a part of herself. Kudos to Joyce Carol Oates, the author, for capturing this sentiment so accurately.
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hedwig (by radiocure)


Is it an instant sign of dorkiness when the Merriam Webster website is one of your favorites sites?
So I like to know what words mean.

I would like to present, in no particular order, some of my favorite websites

Merriam Webster
Bored.com (a little something for everybody)
Star Trek website (lots of good episode info to look up during commercials)
The Internet Movie Database (rocks my world)
HBO website (it's not tv!)
Half.com (I should have my paycheck direct deposited to them, it would save me a step)
Stephen Sondheim website
My credit union, so I know how poor I am
Oasis, so I can feel empowered as a CMU student (I sooo believe that)

Well, that's enough. Nine is a nice number, seeing as it is divisible by three.

what's your favorite