Elijah Wood on Classy

This photo from the September issue of Vogue is marvelous!  It purports to be from a movie concerning Henry James and Edith Wharton, but it’s clear what is really happening here.  These guys got together over their insistence that the new version of “classiness” has existed in all classes in the past and decided to get a custom photo done for that purpose, as preparation for launching their acapella quartet called “Class Half  Full”.  Their signature thing is that every song intro involves these puppies barking: their names are Camella and Maximillien.  However, as they were setting up a “bypasser” named Dominic Monaghan informed Elijah that it wasn’t classy to just leave a middle button undone like that.  Elijah was not amused, especially as Dom was wearing his leather cuffs, rainbow-painted nails, and scruffiest outfit for the day.  Also, his trademark smirk.  Elijah here is about to respond with an incredulous, scornful remark.  The guy on the far right is also insulted and ready to back Elijah up.  The guy on the far left just wants to get the picture taken so he can go home and figure out if it’s still worth it to go into the band with these rowdy guys, who might actually be nothing but riffraff.  The girl is enjoying the spectacle and getting a tad turned on.  By the end of this incident, there will be naked mud wrestling.  Maybe even in a classy way.

Prince John and Sir Hiss’s true colors

Three things I now know after spending most of today with my niece:

1. My motto that “Dragons never go out of style” is alive and well.

2. I have every reason to be proud of her observation skills.  Watching “Robin Hood” (for the second time in her life, both viewings with me), Niece pointed out that whenever Sir Hiss goes out in public he wears blue, but when he thinks he’ll be alone with Prince John, he wears red.  This is something I have never noticed, after much more than two viewings!  Also, it presents interesting things:

-Does Sir Hiss prefer royal blue, but Prince John commands him to wear a less regal color when he’s with him and only allows the blue garments when he needs to present a united villain/court face to the peasants?

-The robe Robin Hood stole from Prince John was red, and for the rest of the film John wears a blue one.  Is Sir Hiss taunting John by wearing his red garments in front of him, since Sir Hiss knew the robbery was about to happen and was ignored?

-Does Sir Hiss really prefer red, but is forced by Prince John to wear clothes that match his whenever they’re in the public eye?
3. She is already clearly about character-driven stories, which I greatly approve of.

Also, sadly (thus not on the list), road construction is now so prevalent it’s officially become part of imaginative games.

Puppets, Project Runway, and Pictures

This is the part where summer has gone crazy!  During my vacation travels I met a variety of characters, from Queen Elizabeth I: to the Mad Hatter.  I also got to meet many of Jim Hensen’s creations!  Most of them could not be photographed, such as Ernie, Big Bird, Red and Mokey Fraggle, Rowlph the dog, Dr. Teeth ( I saw my reflection in his gold tooth!), Sir Didymous from “Labyrinth”, and the Swedish Chef.  Some, however, were free of that rule!    They all live together, for the moment, at the Center for Puppetry Arts in Atlanta (http://www.puppet.org/).

When I returned home things seemed normal again, but now I find myself entertaining thoughts like:

1. It’s almost 2 in the morning.  Time to do laundry!

2. There is a raccoon charging down the sidewalk, straight at me.  What do I do in this situation!?

3. Mondo, the winner of Project Runway All Stars, is clearly the Rumpelstiltskin of the fashion world.  Only, in his version of the story, he was forced to feel that if he kept spinning straw materials into golden garments, he would have to revert to being emotionally, a baby.  Then, when they called his name at the end, as the winner of Project Runway All Stars, the prize rejuvenated him back into being an emotionally-adjusted man.  I find this an interesting take on the tale, actually.  A lot of things make more sense when the imp’s spinning has more to do with his own issues instead of the pitiful gold trinkets, or the distress of a random stranger.  The thought of the baby being an aspect of Rumpelstiltskin that needs to be found or done away with makes me like that story better.  Huh.

“Wholesome Wonderland”

“Wholesome Wonderland” in honor of Alice Day: a tidbit about Disney, the Jabberwocky, and escape!

Toves slithed round her angular arms as she fell.  Hair hazed around her face and she found herself perfectly confident that she’d land fluidly upright as easily and elegantly as a draped fur.  This was a far pleasanter experience than she’d expected when she leapt under that odd manhole to escape her pursuers.  Outgrabing her limbs in a stretch, the woman touched down-toes first, amid the sounds and colors of mome  raths arguing with borogroves.

“Well!  This place certainly has a distinct sense of style, at any rate.”  Warmth seeped tingling into her translucent skin.

“Get her!  ‘This place’!  What a thing to call us!” chattered the patch of pansies and dragon snaps.

Dappling as she moved, the woman strode through two of the tall hedges leading away from the blooms’ oasis.  A brief mental image of her snappy red car lying wrecked and steaming in the world above flashed through her mind.  She gave herself a brief shake, and glimpsed another shade of red off to the side.  A tall woman, she merely stepped on her toes to glance over the hedges as she moved.  Several bushes full of roses met her eye, about fifth eights of which had been painted the red of her busted car back when it’d been new.  “Fools,” she muttered.  However, when four turns later she spied roses who’d been painted so long ago their dye jobs were turning gray and purple from wear and dust, a lurking grin began to grow.  “They know how to stay alive, no matter what.  But do they have anything worth living for?”

She stepped out of the maze into an orchard by a stream with several extremely odd-looking houses placed along it at oddly spaced intervals.  From the nearest one, pink with enormous elliptical windows and an air of golden smoke to it, hopped a rabbit carrying a pocketwatch and wearing a waistcoat.  He ran right past her on his way to the little foot bridge.  “Late!” vaguely hit her ears.  Then the woman’s eyes took over for that rabbit had the whitest, longest, most luxuriant looking hair she’d ever seen.  Her limbs twitched and gimboled with the thought of running her hands through it, of feeling that length of fur against her skin.  Images of herself as Ice Queen, Snow Queen, Pure Mistress, sloughed through her head.

Without knowing it, she had begun to run.  After the white rabbit!  I must catch him!  She through back her head and laughed.  This was exactly her kind of world, after all!  What were hedges or annoying flowers if she could only catch that rabbit?  ‘After all,’ she mused, ‘I’m sure that roses can be painted black, also.’  The thought of ornately black roses placed artfully over a coat of stunning, rabbity white brought the lurking smile fully out in plain view.

For years afterward, the inhabitants of Wonderland would look back on the days with only the Red Queen as the Wholesome times, before that dashing entrance of Cruella DeVille.