Stuff and Things, Continuing

[kiya]

I feel terribly boring and like I don't have anything much to say. Life entirely consumed by house stuff.

On the up side, I took a few minutes and completed a minor thing that I'm doing for me that's been on my to-do list for ages and hadn't gotten around to -- racked the faerie mead and added the jasmine essence. With a little luck that'll unstick the ferment. I also remembered to talk to eyebrowsmcgee about systematics for a little bit, so more stuff to organise my thoughts on that project. Ordered a book. Stuff. Making space for my damn life in among all this moving shit.

Spent a while rummaging around doing research about freelancing jobs, which was half useful and half extremely frustrating. My finding-things-on-the-web skills are not terribly good.

Need to get the last two rooms of the house finished into showable condition by Saturday. Whee.

Still cranky and overloaded, but doing better. Probably due to getting out of the house Saturday and Monday. Will be out of the house most of the day Thursday, too, having a life and all. Terribly exciting.

Whitney says, "Okay, musical plausibility thing that's always bothered me, and I just need to express it now."
Whitney says, "If you own an opera house that has been shut down by a masked sociopath living in the basement, and you are celebrating the reopening, WHY throw a ... masked ball?"
Brooks [brooksmoses] says, "The masked man is a hypnotist, and made you do it?"
Brooks says, "Or else you have this Grecotragical need to laugh in the faces of the Fates?"
Whitney says, "The masked man is, arguably, a hypnotist, but he hadn't shown any interest in messing with the minds of the owners, just one of the performers."
Whitney says, "I am fairly sure that the essential reason is Thematic Arcs. But that doesn't make it not _clumsy writing_."
Brooks says, "Well, yes."
Whitney says, "This has bothered me since I was, like, thirteen."
Brooks says, "suzimoses says she asked one of her teachers about that once, but all she got was a shrug."
Whitney says, "I'm glad that someone else is bothered by this."
Whitney says, "This rantlet brought to you by the relevant part of the musical coming up on random shuffle. It may now end, for the random shuffle is now playing Freddie Mercury duetting with David Bowie."

Comments

[lysana.livejournal.com]

That wasn't in the original novel, either. I just don't know if it was in the movie or if ALW really is that stupid.

[jennaria.livejournal.com]

To be fair, there is a masked ball in the original novel. But it was a random masked ball, one of many thrown at the Opera House on account of it being a handy place for such affairs, nothing to do with the management. (In fact, Leroux doesn't even mention the Opera House being shut down due to chandelier problems. Then again, Christine is rather preoccupied for the next couple weeks, and Raoul is hardly a reliable witness.)

[tiger-spot.livejournal.com]

Well, the way the theater owners are presented in the musical, they do seem to be awfully hubristic. I mean, that's not the only time they go out of their way to bait the Phantom; the whole Box 5 thing was pretty deliberate. I think I would classify it more as "characters being dumb" than as "clumsy writing", but those categories are by no means mutually exclusive.

[leanne-opaskar.livejournal.com]

*steals your userpic and runs off with it* (:

[arianadawnhawk.livejournal.com]

*grins* In spite of being a PotO fan for a long, long time, I hadn't thought of that. I think the owners were baiting him, or really just that stupid.

Yepyep

[suzanne.livejournal.com]

I was very annoyed at the teacher for not responding to or at least sharing my moral outrage. I'd been trained to think critically about lots of different types of text by English teachers and grandmothers all my life. But I was then told /not/ to apply my highly honed skills to TV movies.

*snorts* Like I can randomly turn off that part of my brain. I don't think so. They only time that part of my brain turns off is when I'm ... Well. Um. *stops and ponders* Let's call it, "very thoroughly distracted."