Foremost, welcome to my blog!
I used to write a regular column for the Examiner on literature/books/grammar, but left my post after much frustration with their payment policies. What rubbish sense is it to pay by number of views but not allow state based authors to write about current events or news (which obviously harbors the most interest)?
This blog-iverse may be named after my tiny crafting business, but I plan on writing about more than yarn and crocheting. I anticipate book and movie reviews, rambling about gardening, geekery, current events, and my random escapades.
Today, I am going to talk about soup. Beautiful soup. This topic is mostly inspired by the awful case of the flu I'm dealing with, although there is another source.
That is to say, I adore Alice in Wonderland. I actually never had the chance to read about her adventures in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass studying English as an undergrad. The first time I heard these tales, my boyfriend and I were driving to Maine. The audio book was read by a British fellow with a terribly gentle voice with a posh accent. We chose this book after seeing Tim Burton's version in theaters. Admittedly, we were both frustrated with the whole 3D concept. I think we both were feeling that remorse of not reading the original content before watching the movie as well.
While Tim Burton took a bit of a creative romp with the original story and had quite the cast, I don't think I'll ever like it nearly as much as I love the made for TV movie version I saw as a kid. I was 13 at the time. Staying up late for a three hour movie special was still kind of a big deal. I'm almost positive there was enormous bowl of popcorn involved. I probably fell asleep near the end because my parents ended up taping part of it.
I was oblivious of the star filled cast and to the accuracy to the books. I'm a huge Sir Ben Kingsley fan and now it fills me with joy to see him as the caterpillar. I didn't realize that Jim Henson Studios was involved. I could not take amusement in the subtle quirks that I can notice now. I did not realize that Gene Wilder sings my absolutely favorite scene in the film. While there are darker implications in the book as to the fate of the turtle, I still adore the griffin and the mock turtle.
This brings me to the title of my first blog entry and what I originally wanted to share with you all:
