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Stuff; learning a foreign language, reading, and foreign films.
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In the meantime, I'm downloading:
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I ♥ Mélanie Laurent, the only downside is the torrent has no english subtitles.
Speaking of French, I have experience with the language, having taken French classes for nearly a year in elementary school, along with more of it in junior high, then taking French all through high school. I can notice translation errors in subtitles and scan articles and get the gist of it, but I really would like to become as fluent as possible and not let all those years of learning the language go to waste. There are many learning programs available, but I think I'll get back on track with this: http://www.smartfrench.com/Products.php
On top of all of this, I've been writing more Shosanna/Fredrick nonsense which I plan in posting this week. I also have my phobia piece for the November 13 art show and there's a pile of books I want to get to reading, but I've been stuck on Brideshead Revisited. Frankly, I'm not fond of Evelyn Waugh's writing style (the same issue my father has with him), but I adore Sebastian Flyte and Anthony Blanche, as Waugh's style beautifully suits them. However, I want to read Rilke, Pragmatism: A Reader, The Bhagavad Gita, and bell hooks. I've always enjoyed reading non-fiction, and with my fictional-character quota currently filled by those tragic kids from Inglourious Basterds, I'm going back to tackle my pile of books and put Sebastian on hold, for now.
I feel like a worthwhile member of society when I have piles of things to do/occupy me.
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There's something so much more fun about paying to watch schlock projected on a screen rather than renting it and watching it at home. What especially bothers me with modern B-movies is that they try too hard and the actors don't take their parts serious enough. Schlock cannot be forced, it must naturally occur. It's a shame that the Italian film industry isn't like it used to be in the '70s and '80s; if it was, Lindsay Lohan could have a career revival in giallos and Emmanuelle knock-offs and I would gladly pay to watch them. I want more post-apocalyptic nonsense, too.
And I'd pay to see roller derby girls fighting zombies.