A movie log formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Saturday, December 19, 2009


First period: That's a Chair, This Is Your Scratching Post


Second period
: Where Are My Socks? They Were Here on the Bed a Moment Ago


Third period
: There's Nothing in That Closet/Cabinet/Drawer/Package for You


Fourth period
: Get Down From There! Now!


Fifth period
: No. No! NO! NOOOOO!


Sixth period
: Awww, That's So Cute

1 comment:

Fran M. said...

I totally understand this--having spent most of my afternoon trying to get my cat to stop eating the Christmas lights. I spray water on her and she leaves, then returns for more sport.