food, glorious food.

i was watching the importance of being ernest, and i had to turn it off. muffins. colin firth and rupert everett were fighting, and eating muffins. delicious looking, buttery golden, english countryside, eat-them-with-tea muffins. i tried reading. but then ella was given a thick slice of bread studded with nuts and fruit. that was all i got from a description, and still i was drooling. to make matters worse, i discovered the august issue of bon appetit, featuring "classy" blts and summer grilling recipes, light brunch ideas and a gorgeous berry yogurt crunch drizzled with ooey-gooey caramel. sigh.

and all i've been eating the past two (oh-so-long) days is tofu and eggs. why? well, because my dentist told me to wait on getting my upper wisdom teeth taken out, since they were coming in straight and all it would take was two little pulls to get them out. WRONG. well, wrong about half. which makes the healing process considerably longer. and while this experience has been infintely less painful (and swollen) than my previous foray into the world oral surgery, i'm still restricted to soft, squishy, malleable foods. which limits, quite strictly, the foods i can eat. i will forever hate eggs, pudding, tofu and mushy rice. okay, well maybe not forever. but i've definitely gone over my quota for the month.

also, under my mother's heavy influence ("you're an adult now! you have to get used to pain! you americans..." and here i think, yeah, three root canals must not have been a walk in the park. not to mention childbirth), i decided to go with just local rather than general anesthesia. if you have a weak threshold for pain, i would not suggest doing this. aside from the eye-watering pinches from two shots to the roof of my mouth (and four to the gums), the sounds were AWFUL. i could hear my teeth being crushed, and i definitely felt that root coming out of my mouth, novacaine or not. and i had to hear it twice. i'm sure i looked white as a ghost. with a distinctly green tinge. uggghhh.

they asked if i wanted my teeth. um, no, thanks. i'd rather not see the crushed bloody remnants of my mouth. i really don't need to bring them home like trophies. into the trash they go!

and a new rant. apparently, people at cbs think its a really, really good idea to stick a bunch of kids who haven't even hit puberty yet (okay, well 8-15) in a ghost town in new mexico. that's 40 kids, 40 days and no adults. O-M-G, chaos. i'm sorry, but how does this count as entertainment? they have to learn to cook and clean and take care of themselves, all while living with each other. and since when do 8-15 year olds get along with each other anyways? it's going to be a disaster, i know it.

and. riding on the successes of fantasy books to movies (i.e., lotr, harry potter, narnia and the not quite so wonderful eragon), the newest trailers i've seen feature the golden compass, stardust and the dark is rising. now, i can definitely understand the fascination with the golden compass. pullman's his dark materials are a wonderful, classic, makes it on to the summer readinglist trilogy. and full of enough gadgets and fantastical creatures to keep the cgi people happy. stardust...was not my favorite book. gaiman however is also quite creative with his story, as it centers on (you guessed it!) a star that has fallen from the heavens to earth, and the young man on his quest (of love, what else?) who must bring the star home. i'm actually interested in seeing what happens with this in a movie.

but the dark is rising. oh my. it's one of those truly classic series, written in the late 60's-70's, loosely based on king arthur. i don't know why, but it really bothers me that this is being made into a movie. opening with will discovering girls, for heaven's sake. it's kind of like when i discovered bridge to terabithia was being made into a movie, with an emphasis on the visual manifestations of the imaginary world leslie and jesse create. why mess with a good thing? the same with will stanton (who, shockingly, became american for the movie) and his very lonely quest as the last of the old ones trying to save the world from the dark. i guess i feel like there's some loss of the book's (and series by extension) integrity. they're trying too hard to appeal to the newest generation of bratz and hannah montana lovers, one that transformers and tmnt would appeal to, but not so much the classic literature that this movie is supposed to be based on. the sad thing? even with these movies, none of the kids will actually want to read the real series because the movies diverge from the books too much. it's barely recognizable.