December 10th, 2006

Jones snuggle

Of Kings and Lions

Here is an example of how my mother drives me crazy. While dining out with my parents, my boyfriend, and his dad, we began discussing how Disney rarely uses original stories.

Me: Yeah, even The Lion King was based [at least partially] on Hamlet.
Mom: Really?
Me: Yeah, think about it: the uncle kills the father and assumes the throne.
Mom: Ohhh. But ... wait a minute, how is the part where the witch kills the lion and he revives based on Hamlet?
Everyone: ...
Me: Mom, that was The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
Mom: Oh. But how was the part where the lion revives based on Hamlet?
Me: It wasn't. That's the Chronicles of Narnia. I was talking about The Lion King.
Mom: But I still don't understand how it's related.
Me: *starting to raise voice* It's not! It's two different movies!
My boyfriend, to my mom: You're talking about The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
Mom: Oh, hush. I know that! I just want to know how the lion reviving is based on Hamlet.
Me: It's NOT! You're talking about the LIVE ACTION movie with the kids, and the lion, and the witch!
Mom: Yes.
Me: I'm talking about the completely animated film that came out many years ago, shortly after Aladdin and Beauty and the Beast.
Mom: Oh, not the recent one with the lion.
Me: No.
My boyfriend: Though the lion was animated ...

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stupid questions


It has been raining here pretty much all evening and though it's calmed down a little now it was absolutely pouring a few hours ago. That was when I decided to walk over to a friend's hall (and I have a fairly bad cold as well. Yeah, it wasn't very smart, *grins*) to get a book she had borrowed from me. I took along my rather useless umbrella that constantly turns inside out if there is even the slightest amount of wind and so when I reached the reception of the hall I was completely soaked. I went inside, closed the umbrella and then shook my dripping hair out a little and tried to sort myself out in front of one of the heaters there. A girl watched me do all this and then peered out one of the rain-splattered windows. She then turned to me and asked me the following question:

'Is it raining?'

I suppose seeing all the people standing outside with umbrellas as they waited for the bus or seeing the drops of rain fall into the huge puddles weren't big enough clues.


I have a friend who I love dearly who asked this question last week:

'How many pints are in a half-pint?'
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