Oh. My. God. Have you guys played around with the Internet Archive Wayback Machine yet? They’ve archived, like, ten billion web pages since 1996, including some gems from the past of yours truly. For instance, there’s my very first personal site ever: Kristine Howard’s Page O’ Wonders. (I was such a nerd freshman year.) You can also see an ancient version of my Roald Dahl site and a later incarnation that’s a little less crappy. Horrors! There’s even my first corporate web page job. I can’t believe anyone actually paid me for that.

Well, Amelie has finally made it to America, and right off the bat some idiot doesn’t get it. “Why does she lead him on a wild goose chase when she’s clearly crazy about him?” asks the Salon reviewer. That right there, to me, says everything about how profoundly this man misunderstood the film. I don’t know; maybe you boys just don’t get it. Haven’t you ever had a crush on someone so powerful that you couldn’t look them in the eyes? That you couldn’t speak when they were near? Amelie leads Nino on a “wild goose chase” because that’s the only thing she can do. She delights in strategems because they allow her to forget her loneliness. Amelie and Nino are both dreamers, and their games are the only way they can communicate with each other. If you are so cynical and worldly that you’ve forgotten these feelings, don’t bother going to the film. You’ll just ruin it for all the dreamers around you.

Cathleen lists the Top Ten Reasons to Live in London. Unfortunately I have no idea where “Bradley’s” is or what “The Dogs” and “Urban Farms” are. And I’ve been living here for two years! I’m the worst Londoner ever. My own personal list would probably be:

  1. Ain’t Nothin’ But the Blues Bar (any night that the Voodoo Vendors are playing)
  2. Greasy full English breakfasts on hungover Sundays
  3. The Thames at night
  4. The Serpentine in Hyde Park (especially the bench on the east side that says: “To Rudolf Steiner, who loved this spot”)
  5. Wagamama gyozas, yaki soba, and Kirin beer
  6. The bookshops on Charing Cross Road
  7. The Tiroler Hutte in Bayswater
  8. Black cabs and double-decker buses
  9. Indian food
  10. Being able to see more movies, shows, and bands than just about anywhere else in the world

I’m realizing that my list has changed significantly since I was here a few years ago as a student. Back then it was about going out and doing something every night. Now it’s about snuggling up on the sofa with Snookums, takeout from the Indian place down the street, and the Buffy DVD. 🙂

Brigita admits to some apprehension regarding the musical Buffy and goes on to reveal her issues with the entire “musical” form. I just left her a massive comment trying to defend the genre. I know there are others with strong feelings on the subject too. What do you think? Do you have problems with people “bursting into song”?

Actually much, much bigger than you realizeGood grief. Living in this tiny country has completely destroyed my sense of distance and proportion. I was just talking to the Snook about that Harry Potter thing I mentioned below and I asked him how far this place was from Sydney. I mean, look at the map. The amusement park is supposed to be 45 minutes south of Brisbane. That’s only, like, half a state away. But guess how long it takes to get there? Fourteen hours. Seriously. I mean, you can drive the entire length of Britain in that amount of time! I’m just having trouble grasping the fact that Australia is pretty much the same size as the U.S. (if you lop off Alaska, which is over half a million square miles). The problem is that it’s divided into so few states. Looking at a map with those lines shrinks it in my head. It’s so weird, you know?

In the spirit of the season, try your skill at Candy Bar Math. I only got four out of six, but come on. I’ve been outside the country for two years. My ability to differentiate between different varieties of Hershey candy bars has been severely diminished. I was like, “Mr. Goodbar? What the hell?” (Link courtesy of Brigita.)

Happy Halloween

Wee British trick-or-treaters!We had trick-or-treaters! Tiny British trick-or-treaters! I couldn’t believe it. We didn’t have them last year; they just appeared. Nick and Alex (the English guys) were supremely annoyed at the fact that London parents seem to be trying to imitate and kick-start this very American pasttime. I was just annoyed at the fact that they don’t know any of the “Trick-or-Treating Etiquette” that us Yanks know by heart. For example, in the U.S. kids know to only go to houses that are decorated and/or have their front porch lights on. Right? Well, since nobody decorates here parents were seriously just taking their kids around the neighborhood knocking on EVERY DOOR. Luckily when they hit us my sister happened to be working her way through the bag of Meijer bulk Halloween candy Mom sent us, so I was able to hand out a couple chocolate balls to each kid. But I can’t imagine that they found more than a couple houses willing and able to give them something. Also, the kids had TINY bags. Really, really small. Of course, since nobody was prepared for them, they didn’t really need big ones, but that’s beside the point. These kids need to learn the joys of carrying a pillowcase. And lastly, some idiot brought his kids to the door at, like, 9:30. By then all our candy was gone, and I’d thrown out my jack-o-lantern (since it was getting moldy anyway). So I had to tell the kids that I didn’t have anything for them. I just glared at the father. What kind of jerk drags them around to random houses that late? Seriously, I should go on TV and teach these Brits how it’s done.