It was never a matter of could she do it, but would she. More than capable, it all came down to choice. Would she let this define her, or would she move on without a second thought? The beast stood before her, perhaps 7 feet tall. The movements quick and mocking. Steely skin head to toe. … More Fictional Fun – Daily Prompt: Capable
Oh my! Are you ready for an evening of subterfuge and silliness? For chaos and cuddling? For harems and heroes!? Then get your keisters over to the Dorothy Chandler Pavillion and enjoy three hours of excellent entertainment (intermissions – there are 2! – included)! While Mozart’s brazen opera, The Abduction from the Seraglio, was certainly not created to … More The Abduction from the Orient Express!
So, here I was, minding my own business, catching up on some encouraging YouTube videos, when I was interrupted by a 7-minute ad. While I’m usually on that “skip this ad” button like butter on a hot potato, I have to admit- I was totally taken by this ad. “June” is an animated short film/fancy, … More June – An Uplyfting Short Film
There it was. In all its glory. Its hot, steamy, buttery glory. A sloppy stack of freshly made waffles, crisp from the iron, dripping in butter and syrup, smelling of a hundred perfect mornings. The waiter disappeared before she could correct the mistake. Now it was here. She could consume this mountain of magic in a … More Fictional Fun – Daily Prompt: Tempted
Oh my. It was buzzing. It was absolutely alive. It was musical and flirtatious and epic, but also thoughtful and questioning and delicious. It’s as much fun as it is honest, the Golden Era dance numbers juxtaposed with a quiet, earnest, aching heart. And when the music fades, you’re left with the stunning realization that … More Here’s to the fools who dream – Silly thoughts on Damien Chazelle’s La La Land
It was magic in the Orange Groves Where the air was soft and sweet and the view was ripe with rain and cloud and promise Lush with hope Round with love Brimming with whimsy. It was real and wonderful. Almost loud in its perfect quiet. One voice in its hushed, hushed tones. Stepping down from the hill, from … More The Magic is in the Orange Groves
“Stupid cancer movie.” Tonight I found myself crying in a theater, a pool of tears gathered in my turtleneck, joining the chorus of sniffles that echoed around me. Of course, going into this, I knew I would be crying. But it still doesn’t prepare you for all the feels. So my natural reaction was a pouty, “Stupid … More A Monster Calls – so I answer