Howdy, y’all! David hath given the call, and here I am at last to give answer: the all-singing, all-dancing procrastinatrix of the blog.
It also turns out that Lady Blue Whimsy gave the call to the muses back in June, before David did. Which, I suppose, means that we are ALL procrastinatrices. Eek. Right, so, ONWARD.
If you could choose one fictional creature to be your pet/animal companion, which would you choose and why?
Were I to follow in my sister muses’ stead and select a flying pet/animal companion, I’d probably opt for Strawberry Fledge, since he would revel in flight as much as I would. Orrrr maybe Fawkes the Phoenix, because of his loyalty and the way he turns into a ball of flame to be reborn from the ashes. Bonus: he can apparently carry 4 or 5 times as many people as Fledge with no problem!
Name a favorite moment of yours from any movie released in the 1980s and explain why.
Turns out I am bad at distinguishing 80s and early 90s movies without assistance. Imagine that. It also turns out that I’ve seen very few of the candidates: Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Ghostbusters, Princess Bride, and Rain Man.
Although I agree with Melpomene that “As you wish” is always heartwarming, I think I get a more visceral thrill from the words “Drop. your. sword.”
If you had to be chased by some hostile fictional creature or character, through a fictional landscape, which ones would you choose and why?
First off, I would prefer not to have a chase scene through any location, natural or constructed, which could suffer irreparable (or insurance-raising) collateral damage, because I don’t want the threat of a calamacringe to hold me back when fleeing pursuers. So that’s the palace of Asgard, Manhattan, Arch Rock, Miners Castle, any given library/monastery/cathedral/museum/etc. right out.
Also, because there has been a distinct lack of time lords taking my hand and telling me to run, I’m not quite at my speediest. So I think I’d want the dinosaur from Meet the Robinsons to chase me through the Fire Swamp. Imagine how charming that would be!
- I imagine he’d get stuck before long, but could perhaps chow down on an ROUS or two.
In-N-Out, Five Guys, or Chik-Fil-A? Five Guys is the only one I’ve had and thus wins by default. Or perhaps it would win by virtue of the Coca-Cola Freestyle machine, which is bad for those of us who are indecisive, but brilliant for catering to the deeply-seated urge to press buttons.
“How niche do you like your Coca-Cola?” “I like it with both zero sugar and vanilla flavor.” “It’s got all the things! It’s Coke with all the things!”
Name a song you really like from a musical genre you don’t generally like and explain why this one works for you.
I made the mistake of looking at Wikipedia’s list of popular music genres and panicked at the prospect of accidentally filing a song in the wrong category.
So. It’s not really a genre, but: I generally dislike songs that repeat the same line over and over.* It’s why I don’t care for some of the most popular pop or country songs out there. But I recently heard, and have since enjoyed, this song by BNL:
It’s a cheery little bit of exhortation not to be a worrywart, and sometimes I need that. The repetition contributes to the calming effect, and enables all the people that can’t keep up with rapid-fire lyrics to sing along on first listen. It’s joined my rotation of Happy Songs for Sad Days.
*At some point, someone (possibly me) is going to call me out by citing a bunch of songs I love that do this, and I am going to be forced to hold up my hand and say “Bah!”
What is, in your opinion, the best portrayal(s) of the Elves/Fair Folk/Faeries in film? Multiple choices are permitted, but you must say why you think your choices are so good.
I plead the fifth on this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Fair Folk portrayed in film in a way that captures the power, mischievousness, legalistic approach to oaths, or ethereal beauty that have marked them in story and song.
What was the last black-and-white film you saw, and what did you think of it?
After some amount of wracking my brains, I remembered that oh yeah! Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing was black and white. And I loved it. Clark Gregg was a most delightful Leonato; I really enjoyed how the lines of the play remained unchanged while the scenery was brought up-to-date; and I cried over the second half of Act IV, Scene 1.
What did you think of the new trailer for The Desolation of Smaug?
All my impatience with the random elf-chick, the open barrels, and all the other incorrect things gets smothered by squealing over Martin, fangirling over Benedict’s voice, and mentally superimposing party shades on Thranduil because of the internet.
If you are unfamiliar with Party Dad Thranduil, you’d better hie yourself over to Gingerhaze.tumblr.com
Like Urania, I think Melpomene did a good job tagging…but it would be a shame not to mention EmSpeaks, where my dear friend holds forth on stories, personality types, CS Lewis, history, and other things from life. Go and behold her, for she is delightfully singular!