Northanger Abbey
The 2007 version starring Felicity Jones and JJ Fields
plot: After Catherine is asked to join friends of her parents on a vacation, she finds herself thrown into dramas better then anything she could have read in her books. Her brother James, is recently engaged to Isabella Thorpe, and in turn Catherine begins a friendship with both Isabella and her brother John. This friendship becomes one that dives Catherine from her own love interest Henry Tilney and his sister Eleanor.
While staying with the Tilney's, Catherine; having read her favourite ghost stories starts to believe that their father has murdered their mother, and begins snooping around the estate for proof. She gets caught and is thrown out in the middle of the night, left to survive on her own. Meanwhile, all the time her brother James has been away for school, Isabella has been less then faithful to him, starting up an affair with the oldest Tilney brother. Finding herself now unwanted by both men, Isabella begs Catherine for her help in talking James into taking her back. But it's too late, as Catherine wants nothing to do with her.
Henry's father disowns him when he finds out that he's in love with Catherine, after learning the Thorpes lied about how much money Catherine's family really has. Henry, now poor, confesses his love to Catherine and are married.
This post feels a bit like a cop out, given there are only two adaptions that I've heard of. I talked about this back in year one (day 173)
This story was originally published in 1818, and has never been out of print. That's staying power.
The main themes here are trust, innocence, betrayal, honesty, and imagination.
The heroine is a bit of a rebel for the times, listed as a bit of a tomboy, and spending all her time reading gothic novels and talking about the stories. She spends much of her time in her own head having wild teenaged fantasies about the novels. This leads to her jumping to conclusions about her friends.
She finds herself at the wrong end of peer pressure, being swept away in the idea of what her friends represent and less of what the reality of it is.
All the characters end up having their dreams shattered in one way or another, and find themselves loosing their faith in each other.
You see how rumours and secrets end up dividing all the couples and how easily reputations can be dirtied.
This is said to be the first story Jane Austen wrote but the one of the last to have been published. You can see her own innocence about romance and society as well as writing itself within the lead character.
Okay...till later...
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Coffee Talk March 31st
Spudguns!
Just a quick run in. It's the last day of March, and I know I know, the All Jane Austen (#4) post for Northanger Abbey still isn't done. I'll do my best to have up before end of day, otherwise, by the end of the week. I have to be honest, I completely forgot about it till right now.
Anyways, came in to give a shout out for the April Food n Flix, which will be hosted by Culinary Adventures with Camilla, and the movie will be Chef.
I actually have April's theme week picked out, and the April (#5) All Jane Austen will be Mansfield Park.
later babes
Just a quick run in. It's the last day of March, and I know I know, the All Jane Austen (#4) post for Northanger Abbey still isn't done. I'll do my best to have up before end of day, otherwise, by the end of the week. I have to be honest, I completely forgot about it till right now.
Anyways, came in to give a shout out for the April Food n Flix, which will be hosted by Culinary Adventures with Camilla, and the movie will be Chef.
I actually have April's theme week picked out, and the April (#5) All Jane Austen will be Mansfield Park.
later babes
Sunday, March 29, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p3
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 203, chapter 203
Our heroine found herself face down in a puddle of mud. Her leather bag and the Seer's book somehow landed a few feet away on a clean patch of grass. Sighing to herself, at lest the book was okay. The sound of horses caused her to turn, as she scurried out of the mud, the noise causing her heart to jump.
"You there!" a loud angry voice screamed just as the horses came to a stop. The man was dressed in leather, with a small patch of armor on his right shoulder. "Woman! Where are you to?"
"I have ...don't remember. I fell...hit my head." she was only half lying as she had no clue where she was, or what timeframe.
"Can you cook?" she nodded. "Come with me then. You're prince is in need of you." She gathered up her things, following the horseman. "You're English?" it was said with bitterness and suspicion. She nodded again. "You read as well?" he gestured to the large spellbook. Clutching it tight to her chest she said yes. "You coming from a nunnery then?" Not sure how to answer him, she just nodded once more before saying yes. Well, hell, living in Victor's estate sure had her feeling like she'd been in one. The man said something under his breath in a language she didn't understand, causing the second horseman to laugh. Before long, they slowed down just as the tents came into view. There must have been close to fifty of them scattered on the field, the men all in various states of wounded. A select few had little to no injuries, but most knew this was their last days.
Our heroine followed the first horseman as he dismounted, handing the horse off to a young man. Gesturing for her to follow him, he led her to what it seemed was a cooking tent. "Our last cook was a spy, sent to poison the prince." he took a hold of her shoulders moving her around the back of the tent, pointing to something off in the distance. "He's there. A warning to anyone who tries to harm the prince."
Our heroine's mouth feel open as she saw the impaled body. "Oh my god."
"I'll have fresh water brought for boiling. Everything else you need is in here." our heroine was stunned as she processed what was being told her. The horseman walked away from her, heading into another tent not too far to the left.
"Sebastian..." the voice was low, smooth as it seemed to float across the room, snaking it's way out of the shadows. "Did you find a replacement?"
"Yes my prince. A woman, lost." he poured himself a goblet of wine.
"A woman? Was that really the best idea?" the prince moved around the tent, the shadows seeming to wrap around him, even with the light of the candles touching every corner. Sebastian brought his hands out in front of him gesturing to our heroine's size.
"I'm more then certain she is capable of decent food." he laughed finishing his wine.
"Bring her to me." Sebastian put down his goblet and went to get our heroine. She arrived a moment later, still clutching her bag and the book.
Our heroine couldn't catch her breath. The prince stood about 5'11, with short dark hair, a high forehead, a thin mustache and thin beard that barely lined his jaw. Not the image she'd seen a million times before in wood carvings or drawings. "That will be all Sebastian. Leave us." he nodded towards the other male before gesturing to the wine. "Can I interest you?"
"Thank you...no." she was in total awe staring at this man.
"What is your name?" he plucked a handful of grapes from a bowl rolling them gently in his palm.
"Nosferatu." she whispered. "My prince." she blushed wildly at the realization of how that must sound to him. The dark haired male turned from her, a smirk spreading across his pale lips.
"I'm surprised to find a woman traveling alone. Tell me, what has brought you here?" he waited still smiling, his back still turned to her.
"My prince...I am afraid it's a story I can not tell. I don't remember." she hoped her voice didn't give her away, but she didn't think she should be announcing that she opened a portal through time. He finally turned to face her again. Our heroine's eyes went wide when she saw Vlad's. They had turned as white as her own when her banshee nature takes hold.
"Come come now." his eyes flashed back to their normal brown. "I know you are no ordinary traveler. You, I've seen in a dream. The old gypsy woman who sells trinkets to the foolish, told me to listen to my visions." he tapped his temple. "Said I'd learn of a female like myself." he sniffed her. That caused her to be taken aback.
"Uh, let me guess you were hoping I was pretty. And thin." she closed her eyes letting her shoulders sag. The smile returned to his pale lips. "Wait! You saw me in a dream? Me?" Vlad nodded
"You were standing in the forest surrounded by wolves, only you were not afraid." It was our heroine's turn to smile. "I've said something to amuse you." Vlad ducked his chin an inch to stare at her.
"No my prince. I mean..." her hand instantly went to her throat, as she felt flushed. "I'm very sorry, it's just that...I've heard of you where I am from. To be standing here with you now..."
"Only believe half of what you hear. But I'm keeping you from your duty. My men haven't had a proper meal in a few days. Please, feel free to join me later, there is so much I would like to know. I've never met another of my kind." Our heroine found herself blushing still as she left the tent and made her way back to the cooking area.
She was deliriously giddy, completely star struck at what just happened. He wasn't a cartoon, or a movie actor, he was the real deal. Vlad Tepes.
"You're swooning already." the voice startled her. She hadn't been paying attention, lost in her own mind. Otherwise, Sebastian would not have been able to sneak up on her. "He seems to have that affect on women." He wasn't much taller then the prince, little bulkier in the shoulders, shaved skull, piercing blue eyes. He crossed the length of the tent, putting the large buckets of water near the iron pot. "I'd be careful if I was you. He's a powerful man. In more ways then one." Sebastian stood there for a long few seconds looking her over, his feet apart, arms crossed over his chest. "Some say down right unnatural. But something tells me you already know that." he winked at her as he smiled, turning to leave the tent.
Our heroine was busy chopping carrots and peeling potatoes, a broth already under way when her ears began to twitch. Stopping everything, she left the tent the echoing footsteps in the distance having grabbed her attention. There were another set of horsemen coming towards the camp. It looked like they had prisoners with them. There was no mistaking the wild scent of wet dog as it held thick in the air. She found herself the center of attention suddenly as the little parade passed her, Reuben screaming her name.
Rolf roared as he pulled back hard on the shackles breaking the iron chain that was tied to the horseman's saddle. Dirt and mud flying around them as he did.
"What are you doing here?" Reuben spat the sentence as if he were scolding a child. She wanted to ask them the same thing.
"What is going on here?" Sebastian asked just as he spotted Vlad exit his tent. "Answer me woman, how do you know these men?" Our heroine took a deep breath as she watched Vlad's reaction to the sight. Turning to the prince she said a silent prayer hoping he wouldn't leave them all on wooden pikes.
"My prince. I beg your forgiveness for lying to you. When you commented on the fact I was a woman traveling alone, I did not correct you. For I wasn't." she pointed to Rolf first. "I was searching for my brother and..." she hesitated before gesturing to Reuben and Finn. "my betrothed." she flashed the ring on her hand that Loki had given her. It was all she could do to keep a straight face when she spotted Rolf's eyes light up at the lie. The large werewolf was practically tearing up he was trying so hard not to laugh.
"Let them go. There has been more then enough excitement for one day." Vlad's voice was soft, low steady as he locked eyes with Reuben. The three males followed her then back into the cooking tent.
"What are you doing here?" everyone seemed to say at once. Reuben raised his hands telling her to chill out as he explained what happened with the magick mirror and Loki. "So we're looking for the magick mirror. What are you doing here?"
"I didn't want to be in the estate anymore. Couldn't brake the locks on the magick wards, but I was able to open a portal." she tapped the Seer's spellbook.
"You couldn't just say we were both your brothers?" Reuben commented running his fingers through his hair. "Huh?"
"No. Seeing you gave me an idea." she crossed her arms, the knife still in hand.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Now this should be interesting...)
page 203, chapter 203
Our heroine found herself face down in a puddle of mud. Her leather bag and the Seer's book somehow landed a few feet away on a clean patch of grass. Sighing to herself, at lest the book was okay. The sound of horses caused her to turn, as she scurried out of the mud, the noise causing her heart to jump.
"You there!" a loud angry voice screamed just as the horses came to a stop. The man was dressed in leather, with a small patch of armor on his right shoulder. "Woman! Where are you to?"
"I have ...don't remember. I fell...hit my head." she was only half lying as she had no clue where she was, or what timeframe.
"Can you cook?" she nodded. "Come with me then. You're prince is in need of you." She gathered up her things, following the horseman. "You're English?" it was said with bitterness and suspicion. She nodded again. "You read as well?" he gestured to the large spellbook. Clutching it tight to her chest she said yes. "You coming from a nunnery then?" Not sure how to answer him, she just nodded once more before saying yes. Well, hell, living in Victor's estate sure had her feeling like she'd been in one. The man said something under his breath in a language she didn't understand, causing the second horseman to laugh. Before long, they slowed down just as the tents came into view. There must have been close to fifty of them scattered on the field, the men all in various states of wounded. A select few had little to no injuries, but most knew this was their last days.
Our heroine followed the first horseman as he dismounted, handing the horse off to a young man. Gesturing for her to follow him, he led her to what it seemed was a cooking tent. "Our last cook was a spy, sent to poison the prince." he took a hold of her shoulders moving her around the back of the tent, pointing to something off in the distance. "He's there. A warning to anyone who tries to harm the prince."
Our heroine's mouth feel open as she saw the impaled body. "Oh my god."
"I'll have fresh water brought for boiling. Everything else you need is in here." our heroine was stunned as she processed what was being told her. The horseman walked away from her, heading into another tent not too far to the left.
"Sebastian..." the voice was low, smooth as it seemed to float across the room, snaking it's way out of the shadows. "Did you find a replacement?"
"Yes my prince. A woman, lost." he poured himself a goblet of wine.
"A woman? Was that really the best idea?" the prince moved around the tent, the shadows seeming to wrap around him, even with the light of the candles touching every corner. Sebastian brought his hands out in front of him gesturing to our heroine's size.
"I'm more then certain she is capable of decent food." he laughed finishing his wine.
"Bring her to me." Sebastian put down his goblet and went to get our heroine. She arrived a moment later, still clutching her bag and the book.
Our heroine couldn't catch her breath. The prince stood about 5'11, with short dark hair, a high forehead, a thin mustache and thin beard that barely lined his jaw. Not the image she'd seen a million times before in wood carvings or drawings. "That will be all Sebastian. Leave us." he nodded towards the other male before gesturing to the wine. "Can I interest you?"
"Thank you...no." she was in total awe staring at this man.
"What is your name?" he plucked a handful of grapes from a bowl rolling them gently in his palm.
"Nosferatu." she whispered. "My prince." she blushed wildly at the realization of how that must sound to him. The dark haired male turned from her, a smirk spreading across his pale lips.
"I'm surprised to find a woman traveling alone. Tell me, what has brought you here?" he waited still smiling, his back still turned to her.
"My prince...I am afraid it's a story I can not tell. I don't remember." she hoped her voice didn't give her away, but she didn't think she should be announcing that she opened a portal through time. He finally turned to face her again. Our heroine's eyes went wide when she saw Vlad's. They had turned as white as her own when her banshee nature takes hold.
"Come come now." his eyes flashed back to their normal brown. "I know you are no ordinary traveler. You, I've seen in a dream. The old gypsy woman who sells trinkets to the foolish, told me to listen to my visions." he tapped his temple. "Said I'd learn of a female like myself." he sniffed her. That caused her to be taken aback.
"Uh, let me guess you were hoping I was pretty. And thin." she closed her eyes letting her shoulders sag. The smile returned to his pale lips. "Wait! You saw me in a dream? Me?" Vlad nodded
"You were standing in the forest surrounded by wolves, only you were not afraid." It was our heroine's turn to smile. "I've said something to amuse you." Vlad ducked his chin an inch to stare at her.
"No my prince. I mean..." her hand instantly went to her throat, as she felt flushed. "I'm very sorry, it's just that...I've heard of you where I am from. To be standing here with you now..."
"Only believe half of what you hear. But I'm keeping you from your duty. My men haven't had a proper meal in a few days. Please, feel free to join me later, there is so much I would like to know. I've never met another of my kind." Our heroine found herself blushing still as she left the tent and made her way back to the cooking area.
She was deliriously giddy, completely star struck at what just happened. He wasn't a cartoon, or a movie actor, he was the real deal. Vlad Tepes.
"You're swooning already." the voice startled her. She hadn't been paying attention, lost in her own mind. Otherwise, Sebastian would not have been able to sneak up on her. "He seems to have that affect on women." He wasn't much taller then the prince, little bulkier in the shoulders, shaved skull, piercing blue eyes. He crossed the length of the tent, putting the large buckets of water near the iron pot. "I'd be careful if I was you. He's a powerful man. In more ways then one." Sebastian stood there for a long few seconds looking her over, his feet apart, arms crossed over his chest. "Some say down right unnatural. But something tells me you already know that." he winked at her as he smiled, turning to leave the tent.
Our heroine was busy chopping carrots and peeling potatoes, a broth already under way when her ears began to twitch. Stopping everything, she left the tent the echoing footsteps in the distance having grabbed her attention. There were another set of horsemen coming towards the camp. It looked like they had prisoners with them. There was no mistaking the wild scent of wet dog as it held thick in the air. She found herself the center of attention suddenly as the little parade passed her, Reuben screaming her name.
Rolf roared as he pulled back hard on the shackles breaking the iron chain that was tied to the horseman's saddle. Dirt and mud flying around them as he did.
"What are you doing here?" Reuben spat the sentence as if he were scolding a child. She wanted to ask them the same thing.
"What is going on here?" Sebastian asked just as he spotted Vlad exit his tent. "Answer me woman, how do you know these men?" Our heroine took a deep breath as she watched Vlad's reaction to the sight. Turning to the prince she said a silent prayer hoping he wouldn't leave them all on wooden pikes.
"My prince. I beg your forgiveness for lying to you. When you commented on the fact I was a woman traveling alone, I did not correct you. For I wasn't." she pointed to Rolf first. "I was searching for my brother and..." she hesitated before gesturing to Reuben and Finn. "my betrothed." she flashed the ring on her hand that Loki had given her. It was all she could do to keep a straight face when she spotted Rolf's eyes light up at the lie. The large werewolf was practically tearing up he was trying so hard not to laugh.
"Let them go. There has been more then enough excitement for one day." Vlad's voice was soft, low steady as he locked eyes with Reuben. The three males followed her then back into the cooking tent.
"What are you doing here?" everyone seemed to say at once. Reuben raised his hands telling her to chill out as he explained what happened with the magick mirror and Loki. "So we're looking for the magick mirror. What are you doing here?"
"I didn't want to be in the estate anymore. Couldn't brake the locks on the magick wards, but I was able to open a portal." she tapped the Seer's spellbook.
"You couldn't just say we were both your brothers?" Reuben commented running his fingers through his hair. "Huh?"
"No. Seeing you gave me an idea." she crossed her arms, the knife still in hand.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Now this should be interesting...)
Saturday, March 28, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures s8 p2
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 202, chapter 202
Dagan wandered down the hall, trying to find where there might be something other then wine hanging around the vineyard. He'd searched every cupboard in every empty room, not finding anything. He finally gave in and took a bottle of merlot heading back to the south wing. Our heroine was once again bent leaning over the spellbook, a strange looking potion being made. The auburn haired male was about to sit down and open the bottle when the female told him to take a look at what she was doing.
"I don't wanna."
"Just come here." she huffed clearly annoyed with him. Sluggishly, he got up from his seat, inching his way across the ten feet. She gestured for him to lean in sniffing the container. "What does that smell like to you?"
"Lemons?" he sniffed. "Lemon bars...it smells like lem...." he coughed taking a step back as our heroine blew the powdered mixture into his face. Raising both hands, he tried wiping his eyes, but it was too late. "What...wha...wha?" he stumbled back again hitting the edge of the chair causing it to scrape on the floor as he fell into it.
"You'll be fine in a few hours. If I did it right." she cleared her throat. Crossing her arms under her boobs, she turned sharply on her heels advancing towards him.
"What did you just do?" he thought he screamed, but it came out more a hush.
"It's called drugs sweetheart." she leaned over him, one hand on either side of the chair blocking him in. "I tried this the old fashioned way and you weren't going for it, and I can't overpower you even in full banshee mode so..." she sighed as she watched the werewolf's eyes roll back in his head. "Damn it! I need you relaxed but awake not comatose." she crossed back to the spellbook reading the recipe again. "Oh shack. 1 teaspoon damiana leaves not 1 tablespoon." she tossed her head back in frustration clasping her hands behind her neck. "I should have just used the love spell but that called for fresh chicken feet." Our heroine sighed slumping over the desk as she heard Dagan starting to snore then mumbling in his sleep. Grabbing up the spellbook and the merlot, she headed back to the bedroom.
Tombstone made a noise when he saw the bottle in her hand. "Don't judge me. I didn't want this kid to begin with." she whined sitting down next to the hellhound. "No one asked me if I wanted to do this, they just magickaly knocked me up. No one asked me if I wanted to be separated from my mate, they just went ahead and did it. No one asked me if I wanted to leave the other kingdom, they just magickaly barred me. No one asked me if I even wanted to be here. They just brought me, two years ago from my cozy little life. Okay so it was crappy. Single, friendless, struggling to find a place to belong a purpose. Great, have one. Hate it." she opened the bottle of wine slugging back the neck's worth. "And I really really miss the Seer." she sighed, drinking another large gulp. The spellbook slipped off the edge of the bed, falling to the floor open. Picking it up, our heroine saw the page it was now open to. It was a spell to create a portal. The one the Seer had used over a year before when they accidentally went back in time. "Huh, looks simple enough." she stood up putting the bottle on the dresser and began the spell. Tombstone sensing trouble, began to growl and bark, before jumping down from the bed running through the rooms to where Dagan was passed out. He jumped up on the werewolf, licking his face trying to wake him, but the sleeping powder was too strong. Quickly the hellhound ran through the rooms again, knocking the book out of our heroine's hands, then continuing on through the estate barking.
He found the man who looked like Dagan but wasn't and started barking, then tugged at his sleeve getting him out of his chair. By the time Tombstone and the not Dagan got back to the rooms, it was too late. Our heroine was gone and the room smelled of magick.
The hellhound slumped to his belly and howled.
Meanwhile...
Reuben burped as he slapped his leg on the top of the table. Finn sitting in the far corner of the Inn, crouched on top of the bar, surveying the carnage. The two werewolves had behaved for all of an hour, before something set them off, and they killed the ten people in the bar. He watched as Rolf spat something out of his mouth onto the floor. It looked like a piece of fingernail.
"That should get their attention." Reuben said burping again. He ran his hands through his long hair, shaking out the pieces of ripped fabric. "How long you think we need to wait?"
"Most likely a few more hours. Till either someone comes in or starts noticing their loved ones didn't come home...does that dude look familiar to you?" he pointed suddenly to a short man slumped over another table, before getting up to check.
"He's one of mine. Screamed a lot...pissed himself too." the werewolf smiled sticking out his tongue. The other male shook his head as he lifted the dead guy by the back of his neck to see if he could get a clear view of him.
"Kinda reminds me of Harker." Rolf commented. Shrugging he dropped him back to the table.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. I was going to have her rape him then turn him into a toad...)
page 202, chapter 202
Dagan wandered down the hall, trying to find where there might be something other then wine hanging around the vineyard. He'd searched every cupboard in every empty room, not finding anything. He finally gave in and took a bottle of merlot heading back to the south wing. Our heroine was once again bent leaning over the spellbook, a strange looking potion being made. The auburn haired male was about to sit down and open the bottle when the female told him to take a look at what she was doing.
"I don't wanna."
"Just come here." she huffed clearly annoyed with him. Sluggishly, he got up from his seat, inching his way across the ten feet. She gestured for him to lean in sniffing the container. "What does that smell like to you?"
"Lemons?" he sniffed. "Lemon bars...it smells like lem...." he coughed taking a step back as our heroine blew the powdered mixture into his face. Raising both hands, he tried wiping his eyes, but it was too late. "What...wha...wha?" he stumbled back again hitting the edge of the chair causing it to scrape on the floor as he fell into it.
"You'll be fine in a few hours. If I did it right." she cleared her throat. Crossing her arms under her boobs, she turned sharply on her heels advancing towards him.
"What did you just do?" he thought he screamed, but it came out more a hush.
"It's called drugs sweetheart." she leaned over him, one hand on either side of the chair blocking him in. "I tried this the old fashioned way and you weren't going for it, and I can't overpower you even in full banshee mode so..." she sighed as she watched the werewolf's eyes roll back in his head. "Damn it! I need you relaxed but awake not comatose." she crossed back to the spellbook reading the recipe again. "Oh shack. 1 teaspoon damiana leaves not 1 tablespoon." she tossed her head back in frustration clasping her hands behind her neck. "I should have just used the love spell but that called for fresh chicken feet." Our heroine sighed slumping over the desk as she heard Dagan starting to snore then mumbling in his sleep. Grabbing up the spellbook and the merlot, she headed back to the bedroom.
Tombstone made a noise when he saw the bottle in her hand. "Don't judge me. I didn't want this kid to begin with." she whined sitting down next to the hellhound. "No one asked me if I wanted to do this, they just magickaly knocked me up. No one asked me if I wanted to be separated from my mate, they just went ahead and did it. No one asked me if I wanted to leave the other kingdom, they just magickaly barred me. No one asked me if I even wanted to be here. They just brought me, two years ago from my cozy little life. Okay so it was crappy. Single, friendless, struggling to find a place to belong a purpose. Great, have one. Hate it." she opened the bottle of wine slugging back the neck's worth. "And I really really miss the Seer." she sighed, drinking another large gulp. The spellbook slipped off the edge of the bed, falling to the floor open. Picking it up, our heroine saw the page it was now open to. It was a spell to create a portal. The one the Seer had used over a year before when they accidentally went back in time. "Huh, looks simple enough." she stood up putting the bottle on the dresser and began the spell. Tombstone sensing trouble, began to growl and bark, before jumping down from the bed running through the rooms to where Dagan was passed out. He jumped up on the werewolf, licking his face trying to wake him, but the sleeping powder was too strong. Quickly the hellhound ran through the rooms again, knocking the book out of our heroine's hands, then continuing on through the estate barking.
He found the man who looked like Dagan but wasn't and started barking, then tugged at his sleeve getting him out of his chair. By the time Tombstone and the not Dagan got back to the rooms, it was too late. Our heroine was gone and the room smelled of magick.
The hellhound slumped to his belly and howled.
Meanwhile...
Reuben burped as he slapped his leg on the top of the table. Finn sitting in the far corner of the Inn, crouched on top of the bar, surveying the carnage. The two werewolves had behaved for all of an hour, before something set them off, and they killed the ten people in the bar. He watched as Rolf spat something out of his mouth onto the floor. It looked like a piece of fingernail.
"That should get their attention." Reuben said burping again. He ran his hands through his long hair, shaking out the pieces of ripped fabric. "How long you think we need to wait?"
"Most likely a few more hours. Till either someone comes in or starts noticing their loved ones didn't come home...does that dude look familiar to you?" he pointed suddenly to a short man slumped over another table, before getting up to check.
"He's one of mine. Screamed a lot...pissed himself too." the werewolf smiled sticking out his tongue. The other male shook his head as he lifted the dead guy by the back of his neck to see if he could get a clear view of him.
"Kinda reminds me of Harker." Rolf commented. Shrugging he dropped him back to the table.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. I was going to have her rape him then turn him into a toad...)
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
The Nosferatu Adventures S8 p1
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 201, chapter 201
"What are we going to do?" Reuben asked, hugging his elbows.
"We're going to find the magick mirror like Loki told us to." Rolf replied, gesturing mindlessly to the right of them as he just stared ahead completely in awe of the sight.
"This is not right man." Reuben continued sniffing, rubbing his one hand over his nose and beard. "I was told to go back to the late 1800's...this is...this is..."
"1300's or something." Finn interrupted as he side stepped what looked like a large piece of rotten flesh. The ground was slick in places, the mud having been created by the dripping blood.
"1462 actually." Reuben corrected him without thinking. Both Finn and Rolf turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. "I got bored one night and read Nosferatu's binder. You know she's got a whole chapter researched on vampire cult killers? And this isn't helping us any."
"We've got to go through that don't we?" Finn asked hands in his pockets. Both werewolves grunted nodding. "Vacation of my dreams, walking through the forest of the dead with two overgrown mutts. On the bright side, for once there will be something to cover how bad you two dogs smell." Rolf turned a half inch to face the familiar, his hands clutched into fists, his eyes cast down hair falling over his face, nostrils flaring.
"I would punch you for that, but I'm pretty sure we need you awake for this." he growled.
Meanwhile...
"Sweetheart" Dagan screamed as he entered the estate. "Sweeeeetttthhearttttt! We've got a bit of an issue...oh cake." the auburn haired werewolf stuck his fingers into a corner of the frosted cake breaking off a chunk as he made his way through the building. Licking his fingers he slowed his pace as the scent of blood filled the air. He checked all the rooms finding nothing to indicate anything was wrong, and decided to brush it off as his uncle Victor in with his experiments. Then he turned the corner for our heroine's rooms, and the smell became heavier. The female banshee was unable to get out to hunt on her own, with the magickal wards keeping her inside, and he sure as hell didn't hunt for her, so how did she get blood? Racing into the rooms, Dagan expected to find one of the servants, one of the few people who had ever cared for himself and his brother dead at the hands of the bloodthirsty female. Then he realized he hadn't seen Tombstone in a few hours. Had she gone so far off her rocker that she ate the dog?
Dagan let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when he entered the bedroom to find the hellhound stretched out on the bed, and our heroine sitting in the library. She had a large tray of food laid out on the desk, half of which was a steak so rare it was bleeding. Slamming down in the nearest chair, the male slumped over, his head back mouth open, feet apart. "I was worried you killed the kid." he huffed mockingly putting his hand on his forehead. "So we're half a pack short again. Loki sent Rolf, Reuben and Finn off somewhere...aarrrrgghhh!" he jumped up as if someone had pinched him.
"ut?" she spoke around licking her fingers. Dagan just screwed up his nose as he pointed clearly disgusted as she continued to with one hand dip pickles into the plate of blood, and dunk some sort of white square item into peanut butter.
"What the shack is that?" he sniffed not getting anything but the smell of blood.
"Tofu." she answered licking her fingers again.
"Please tell me I did not just see you dunk raw tofu into a perfectly wonderful container of peanut butter...cause....that's just..." the werewolf stuck his tongue out faking a gag.
"Palmer's got some wicked cravings."
"Who's Palmer?" he looked around the room expecting to see a new servant. She said nothing, just patted her stomach. "Palmer? Can't you come up with anything better? Like Alex, or Patrick, or Chris, or Joshua, or Dean or Jonathan...something manly at lest." His mistake was reaching for one of the pickles, only to have his hand slapped. He took a half step back from the table.
"You sounded just like your uncle just now. He mocked it too." She got up, walking around the room suddenly searching one of the shelves in a bookcase, that had all it's books removed and replaced with what he could only guess were spell ingredients. "And I'll tell you what I told him. You and Loki and figure it all out when the time comes."
The male ran his hand through his hair scratching at his ear as he moved closer to where she was standing.
"What do you mean, we can figure it out when the time comes?" leaning against the bookcase, his arms crossed, hands under his armpits, he blew dust off a stack of old books trying to read the spines.
"You boys keep reminding me why there are no female werewolves. The chances of me surviving this birth are slim, and if I do..." she huffed her hazel eyes wide as she tried to reach a book on a shelf she was too short for. Dagan just stood there looking first at the female, then at the book, then back to her, then once again at the book. He didn't bother to help her, just chewed on his bottom lip. "Victor has made it fairly clear he has plans for my body. As in draining my vampiric blood, removing my spleen, my lungs and doing god knows what with for his experiments."
Dagan scratched his right cheek, finally grabbing the entire contents of the shelf our heroine couldn't reach handing them out to her. Picking the one in the middle, she caused him to loose his grip on the other five as they fell on the floor. "You know he won't. Okay, he might drain your blood a few times, but..." he licked his lips as he bent to clean up the books, dropped them again and just let them stay on the floor. Stepping over them he followed her back to the edge of the desk where the spellbook was sitting. "He's in love with you." Our heroine burst out laughing nearly falling to the floor. "Alright, alright, alright, not in love with you, but in love with the idea of taking you from me. Better?" he began shuffling his feet in his nervousness while our heroine just continued to laugh. "And you're wrong you know." he ran his right hand through his hair fixing it, then stretched his arm out fingers spread as he bounced his hand up and down. "I'm not repulsed." he smiled sticking his tongue out at her, his eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf. Our heroine ended up having to sit on the floor, as another wave of laughter over took her.
Meanwhile...
The space between the wooden pikes was getting smaller and smaller making it difficult for Rolf to walk in the rows without knocking a shoulder into one. Both himself and Reuben were suffering with their noses running, and eyes watering from the smell coming from the impaled bodies. Even with the speed both werewolves and the familiar had, it had taken them four hours to make it through the wall of bodies. Twice Reuben had given in to the vomit it had gotten so bad.
Reaching the end point, the three males found themselves gasping for any bit of clean air they might get, as the now darkened sky loomed over them.
"Where now?" Reuben asked, hands on his knees, spitting out the bad taste lingering in his mouth.
"There's smoke coming from the left." Rolf remarked running his hands through his curtain of dark hair. "Just head that way. Either find shelter, or food or something." Twenty minutes later, they found themselves standing in the middle of a dirt street, staring up at a sign for an Inn.
"You've got to be kidding me?" Finn said removing his sunglasses, tucking them into his pocket. "The Wolf's Claw...really?" he gestured towards the sign before letting his hand slap against his thigh.
"You can read that?" Reuben asked pointing out the fact it was in Romanian. The familiar nodded suddenly feeling smug.
"I have a magickal translator." he said it with such a straight face the two werewolves had to take him on his word. Rolf reached for the door about to grab the handle, when he yelped in pain. "Vampire proof?" the familiar stated as the now angry werewolf shook out his hand. "I thought the fact you're in the past would have separated you two."
"Then he wouldn't be here. They can't ever be separated, Rolf would cease to exist. The only bit of his soul left, has merged with Nos. Not like Loki didn't get a happy on that little tidbit." Reuben's voice was pinched as he stated the obvious. "Can you undo it?" he asked Finn. But the familiar had already disappeared, walking around the building, looking for either an open window or something that might be the magickal lock. He found a crow's foot hanging over the back door of the Inn. Grabbing it, he returned to the others, telling Rolf to try again. The door opened for him this time.
"You do realize that by letting you eat here, we've just endangered everyone leaving them open to vampire attacks." Finn held up the talisman shaking it at the large werewolf.
"I'll let that weigh on my conscience later."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. I have no idea what these boys are walking into, it's Wrestlemaina week anything could happen...)
page 201, chapter 201
"What are we going to do?" Reuben asked, hugging his elbows.
"We're going to find the magick mirror like Loki told us to." Rolf replied, gesturing mindlessly to the right of them as he just stared ahead completely in awe of the sight.
"This is not right man." Reuben continued sniffing, rubbing his one hand over his nose and beard. "I was told to go back to the late 1800's...this is...this is..."
"1300's or something." Finn interrupted as he side stepped what looked like a large piece of rotten flesh. The ground was slick in places, the mud having been created by the dripping blood.
"1462 actually." Reuben corrected him without thinking. Both Finn and Rolf turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. "I got bored one night and read Nosferatu's binder. You know she's got a whole chapter researched on vampire cult killers? And this isn't helping us any."
"We've got to go through that don't we?" Finn asked hands in his pockets. Both werewolves grunted nodding. "Vacation of my dreams, walking through the forest of the dead with two overgrown mutts. On the bright side, for once there will be something to cover how bad you two dogs smell." Rolf turned a half inch to face the familiar, his hands clutched into fists, his eyes cast down hair falling over his face, nostrils flaring.
"I would punch you for that, but I'm pretty sure we need you awake for this." he growled.
Meanwhile...
"Sweetheart" Dagan screamed as he entered the estate. "Sweeeeetttthhearttttt! We've got a bit of an issue...oh cake." the auburn haired werewolf stuck his fingers into a corner of the frosted cake breaking off a chunk as he made his way through the building. Licking his fingers he slowed his pace as the scent of blood filled the air. He checked all the rooms finding nothing to indicate anything was wrong, and decided to brush it off as his uncle Victor in with his experiments. Then he turned the corner for our heroine's rooms, and the smell became heavier. The female banshee was unable to get out to hunt on her own, with the magickal wards keeping her inside, and he sure as hell didn't hunt for her, so how did she get blood? Racing into the rooms, Dagan expected to find one of the servants, one of the few people who had ever cared for himself and his brother dead at the hands of the bloodthirsty female. Then he realized he hadn't seen Tombstone in a few hours. Had she gone so far off her rocker that she ate the dog?
Dagan let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when he entered the bedroom to find the hellhound stretched out on the bed, and our heroine sitting in the library. She had a large tray of food laid out on the desk, half of which was a steak so rare it was bleeding. Slamming down in the nearest chair, the male slumped over, his head back mouth open, feet apart. "I was worried you killed the kid." he huffed mockingly putting his hand on his forehead. "So we're half a pack short again. Loki sent Rolf, Reuben and Finn off somewhere...aarrrrgghhh!" he jumped up as if someone had pinched him.
"ut?" she spoke around licking her fingers. Dagan just screwed up his nose as he pointed clearly disgusted as she continued to with one hand dip pickles into the plate of blood, and dunk some sort of white square item into peanut butter.
"What the shack is that?" he sniffed not getting anything but the smell of blood.
"Tofu." she answered licking her fingers again.
"Please tell me I did not just see you dunk raw tofu into a perfectly wonderful container of peanut butter...cause....that's just..." the werewolf stuck his tongue out faking a gag.
"Palmer's got some wicked cravings."
"Who's Palmer?" he looked around the room expecting to see a new servant. She said nothing, just patted her stomach. "Palmer? Can't you come up with anything better? Like Alex, or Patrick, or Chris, or Joshua, or Dean or Jonathan...something manly at lest." His mistake was reaching for one of the pickles, only to have his hand slapped. He took a half step back from the table.
"You sounded just like your uncle just now. He mocked it too." She got up, walking around the room suddenly searching one of the shelves in a bookcase, that had all it's books removed and replaced with what he could only guess were spell ingredients. "And I'll tell you what I told him. You and Loki and figure it all out when the time comes."
The male ran his hand through his hair scratching at his ear as he moved closer to where she was standing.
"What do you mean, we can figure it out when the time comes?" leaning against the bookcase, his arms crossed, hands under his armpits, he blew dust off a stack of old books trying to read the spines.
"You boys keep reminding me why there are no female werewolves. The chances of me surviving this birth are slim, and if I do..." she huffed her hazel eyes wide as she tried to reach a book on a shelf she was too short for. Dagan just stood there looking first at the female, then at the book, then back to her, then once again at the book. He didn't bother to help her, just chewed on his bottom lip. "Victor has made it fairly clear he has plans for my body. As in draining my vampiric blood, removing my spleen, my lungs and doing god knows what with for his experiments."
Dagan scratched his right cheek, finally grabbing the entire contents of the shelf our heroine couldn't reach handing them out to her. Picking the one in the middle, she caused him to loose his grip on the other five as they fell on the floor. "You know he won't. Okay, he might drain your blood a few times, but..." he licked his lips as he bent to clean up the books, dropped them again and just let them stay on the floor. Stepping over them he followed her back to the edge of the desk where the spellbook was sitting. "He's in love with you." Our heroine burst out laughing nearly falling to the floor. "Alright, alright, alright, not in love with you, but in love with the idea of taking you from me. Better?" he began shuffling his feet in his nervousness while our heroine just continued to laugh. "And you're wrong you know." he ran his right hand through his hair fixing it, then stretched his arm out fingers spread as he bounced his hand up and down. "I'm not repulsed." he smiled sticking his tongue out at her, his eyes flashing the amber-grey of the wolf. Our heroine ended up having to sit on the floor, as another wave of laughter over took her.
Meanwhile...
The space between the wooden pikes was getting smaller and smaller making it difficult for Rolf to walk in the rows without knocking a shoulder into one. Both himself and Reuben were suffering with their noses running, and eyes watering from the smell coming from the impaled bodies. Even with the speed both werewolves and the familiar had, it had taken them four hours to make it through the wall of bodies. Twice Reuben had given in to the vomit it had gotten so bad.
Reaching the end point, the three males found themselves gasping for any bit of clean air they might get, as the now darkened sky loomed over them.
"Where now?" Reuben asked, hands on his knees, spitting out the bad taste lingering in his mouth.
"There's smoke coming from the left." Rolf remarked running his hands through his curtain of dark hair. "Just head that way. Either find shelter, or food or something." Twenty minutes later, they found themselves standing in the middle of a dirt street, staring up at a sign for an Inn.
"You've got to be kidding me?" Finn said removing his sunglasses, tucking them into his pocket. "The Wolf's Claw...really?" he gestured towards the sign before letting his hand slap against his thigh.
"You can read that?" Reuben asked pointing out the fact it was in Romanian. The familiar nodded suddenly feeling smug.
"I have a magickal translator." he said it with such a straight face the two werewolves had to take him on his word. Rolf reached for the door about to grab the handle, when he yelped in pain. "Vampire proof?" the familiar stated as the now angry werewolf shook out his hand. "I thought the fact you're in the past would have separated you two."
"Then he wouldn't be here. They can't ever be separated, Rolf would cease to exist. The only bit of his soul left, has merged with Nos. Not like Loki didn't get a happy on that little tidbit." Reuben's voice was pinched as he stated the obvious. "Can you undo it?" he asked Finn. But the familiar had already disappeared, walking around the building, looking for either an open window or something that might be the magickal lock. He found a crow's foot hanging over the back door of the Inn. Grabbing it, he returned to the others, telling Rolf to try again. The door opened for him this time.
"You do realize that by letting you eat here, we've just endangered everyone leaving them open to vampire attacks." Finn held up the talisman shaking it at the large werewolf.
"I'll let that weigh on my conscience later."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. I have no idea what these boys are walking into, it's Wrestlemaina week anything could happen...)
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Happy Birthday
It is I, Ardeth Blood aka Our Heroine Nosferatu aka The Crazy Vampire Lady aka Your Heavy Metal Goddess aka...okay that's enough. And it's my birthday. Yeah it is. Sweet Eh? I've survived to 41, (not counting that minute and a half with the car accident back in 2006)
You might remember earlier in the week on the Theme Week part 1, I mentioned there might be cake! And there is...
I made myself a carrot cake. First time trying it, and I have to say, for the amount of problems that sprung up, it turned out pretty decent.
1 and 1/3 c flour
1 cup sugar
1and 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon allspice
1/2 teaspoon salt
3 eggs
2/3 cup vegetable oil
1 and 1/2 cup shredded carrots
1 cup raisins
Mix all together, spread evenly into pan, bake 350degree for 30 minutes depending on your oven.
Speaking of my goddamned oven...hence all the issues. This is why I need to find a husband, for situations like this...It all started while shredding the carrots; picture it, little bits of orange slivers flying all over the kitchen, some sorry to say, behind the stove. Well, more between the stove and the wall not behind-behind more like beside. Couldn't get a broom in there too tight without moving the stove a few inches. And we're not talking little crumbs of food, we're talking if I let it sit there I would have drawn creepy-crawlers so I was damn well cleaning the space.
It moved out no trouble, but now, I'm kinda stuck with my stove out in the middle of the kitchen and my kitchen is only a hallway- I think you call them train rooms? No matter how I twisted or turned or pushed all I managed to do was bang up my knees and pull a muscle in my arm.
Normally, this building is overflowing with maintenance workers, but it's Sunday they're not in on Sunday. So here's me, pathetic as I am unable to get any of the neighbours to stop and help. Yes I did ask people in the building, they all just looked at me like I sprouted wings or something.
I'll have to be rescued tomorrow between 9am and 4:30pm...but there is enough space to open and close the oven door still so...on with the food.
Here it is, and for once it's sort of pretty isn't it? Made me feel damn happy tell you that much.
The frosting was pre-made from a tin...Hey, I'm not Betty Crocker yet.
And keeping the whole vibe of the theme week, I had been saving some SATC cocktail napkins, pink cups, pink silverware etc for today. Couldn't find any pink candles, but I did have some yellow and green left. And some candy hearts from Valentines day.
This is the first time in years I have really felt like celebrating my birthday. Even though, I'm sitting here by myself...more cake for me...I wanted to dress the table for the cake.
Okay, so I wanted to blog about my afternoon too.
So my lovely Spudguns! here's to having our cake and eating it too...and working ovens.
41 and Fabulous!
You might remember earlier in the week on the Theme Week part 1, I mentioned there might be cake! And there is...
I made myself a carrot cake. First time trying it, and I have to say, for the amount of problems that sprung up, it turned out pretty decent.
1 and 1/3 c flour
1 cup sugar
1and 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon allspice
1/2 teaspoon salt
3 eggs
2/3 cup vegetable oil
1 and 1/2 cup shredded carrots
1 cup raisins
Mix all together, spread evenly into pan, bake 350degree for 30 minutes depending on your oven.
Speaking of my goddamned oven...hence all the issues. This is why I need to find a husband, for situations like this...It all started while shredding the carrots; picture it, little bits of orange slivers flying all over the kitchen, some sorry to say, behind the stove. Well, more between the stove and the wall not behind-behind more like beside. Couldn't get a broom in there too tight without moving the stove a few inches. And we're not talking little crumbs of food, we're talking if I let it sit there I would have drawn creepy-crawlers so I was damn well cleaning the space.It moved out no trouble, but now, I'm kinda stuck with my stove out in the middle of the kitchen and my kitchen is only a hallway- I think you call them train rooms? No matter how I twisted or turned or pushed all I managed to do was bang up my knees and pull a muscle in my arm.
Normally, this building is overflowing with maintenance workers, but it's Sunday they're not in on Sunday. So here's me, pathetic as I am unable to get any of the neighbours to stop and help. Yes I did ask people in the building, they all just looked at me like I sprouted wings or something.
I'll have to be rescued tomorrow between 9am and 4:30pm...but there is enough space to open and close the oven door still so...on with the food.
The frosting was pre-made from a tin...Hey, I'm not Betty Crocker yet.
And keeping the whole vibe of the theme week, I had been saving some SATC cocktail napkins, pink cups, pink silverware etc for today. Couldn't find any pink candles, but I did have some yellow and green left. And some candy hearts from Valentines day.
This is the first time in years I have really felt like celebrating my birthday. Even though, I'm sitting here by myself...more cake for me...I wanted to dress the table for the cake.
Okay, so I wanted to blog about my afternoon too.
So my lovely Spudguns! here's to having our cake and eating it too...and working ovens.
41 and Fabulous!
Theme Week part 6-SATC
The final season of the show was split into two separate DVDs Season 6 part One and Season 6 part Two; and that's how I'm tackling it...
Sex and the City
Season 6 Episode 12 (#86 for the series)
"ONE"
plot: Charlotte and Carrie go to see a performance artist and meet Aleksandr Petrovsky. Miranda's new boyfriend tells her he loves her with a cookie, which freaks her out. Samantha deals with finding a few grey hairs. Charlotte finds out she's pregnant but miscarries. Miranda and Steve's son has his first birthday,
Quote of the Week- "When will waiting for the one...be done?"
Favourite quote- "Yes I need glasses and I'm not ashamed. I have a sexy young man who loves to f*** me and I'm fabulous." -Samantha
"Have you considered putting that on a t-shirt?" -Miranda
Favourite outfit- the purple-blue scarf dress that Carrie is wearing at the beginning of the episode.
The big gag in this episode is how many times they put the word/number "one" into things, from Brady turning one year old, to Carrie's date being at 1am upon her showing up a few minutes late at 1:03am, to their date ending at 3:01am, to the one single grey hair Samantha finds, to the one giant cookie given to Miranda, to the one shaped birthday candle. Even in Carrie's question of the week, she talks about waiting for the one guy, one thing, one apartment, one job that people believe will make everything in their life better.
Sex and the City
Season 6 Episode 20 (#94 of the series)
"An American Girl in Paris part Deux"
plot: Carrie has moved to Paris with Aleksandr, and finds herself spending too much time by herself. Charlotte and Harry adopt a baby. Samantha finally starts to feel normal after her battle with cancer. Miranda finds herself running through the streets looking for Steve's mother after she has a stroke. Mr. Big freaks out and runs to Paris to win Carrie back. The girls end up celebrating Samantha's birthday back in New York.
Quote of the Week- this is the only episode there is no question of the week.
Favourite quote- "Oh did you want to come up?" -Carrie
"Absof***inglutely." -Mr. Big sitting in his car, this is mirrored to the end scene in the pilot episode.
Favourite outfit- I have to say, I loved the hairdo they give Samantha in this, a short bleached out crop cut.
I also love the fur coat Carrie wears on one of her walks in Paris, and the fur coat Samantha wears when she gets the flowers.
It's the first time in the entire series we learn Mr. Big's name in the final scene. It had been a running gag throughout the series that his name is never mentioned. Names actually become a theme in this episode, we see the gallery where Aleksandr's name is in giant letters giving a hint of how his ego is, then Carrie finds her lost necklace with her nameplate in the bottom of her purse giving her back her own identity, and the caller id which says John reveling Big's name.
I love the in joke they have with the character Samantha talking about Canada, given the actress is Canadian. And the ballerina style tutu they put Carrie in for her party scene, which is a mimic of the classic opening credits tutu used the whole series.
And after 11 years, I still cry every time I watch this episode.
I'm not covering the two movies cause I did talked about them year one of the blog.
Sex and the City
Season 6 Episode 12 (#86 for the series)
"ONE"
plot: Charlotte and Carrie go to see a performance artist and meet Aleksandr Petrovsky. Miranda's new boyfriend tells her he loves her with a cookie, which freaks her out. Samantha deals with finding a few grey hairs. Charlotte finds out she's pregnant but miscarries. Miranda and Steve's son has his first birthday,
Quote of the Week- "When will waiting for the one...be done?"
Favourite quote- "Yes I need glasses and I'm not ashamed. I have a sexy young man who loves to f*** me and I'm fabulous." -Samantha
"Have you considered putting that on a t-shirt?" -Miranda
Favourite outfit- the purple-blue scarf dress that Carrie is wearing at the beginning of the episode.
The big gag in this episode is how many times they put the word/number "one" into things, from Brady turning one year old, to Carrie's date being at 1am upon her showing up a few minutes late at 1:03am, to their date ending at 3:01am, to the one single grey hair Samantha finds, to the one giant cookie given to Miranda, to the one shaped birthday candle. Even in Carrie's question of the week, she talks about waiting for the one guy, one thing, one apartment, one job that people believe will make everything in their life better.
Sex and the City
Season 6 Episode 20 (#94 of the series)
"An American Girl in Paris part Deux"
plot: Carrie has moved to Paris with Aleksandr, and finds herself spending too much time by herself. Charlotte and Harry adopt a baby. Samantha finally starts to feel normal after her battle with cancer. Miranda finds herself running through the streets looking for Steve's mother after she has a stroke. Mr. Big freaks out and runs to Paris to win Carrie back. The girls end up celebrating Samantha's birthday back in New York.
Quote of the Week- this is the only episode there is no question of the week.
Favourite quote- "Oh did you want to come up?" -Carrie
"Absof***inglutely." -Mr. Big sitting in his car, this is mirrored to the end scene in the pilot episode.
Favourite outfit- I have to say, I loved the hairdo they give Samantha in this, a short bleached out crop cut.
I also love the fur coat Carrie wears on one of her walks in Paris, and the fur coat Samantha wears when she gets the flowers.
It's the first time in the entire series we learn Mr. Big's name in the final scene. It had been a running gag throughout the series that his name is never mentioned. Names actually become a theme in this episode, we see the gallery where Aleksandr's name is in giant letters giving a hint of how his ego is, then Carrie finds her lost necklace with her nameplate in the bottom of her purse giving her back her own identity, and the caller id which says John reveling Big's name.
I love the in joke they have with the character Samantha talking about Canada, given the actress is Canadian. And the ballerina style tutu they put Carrie in for her party scene, which is a mimic of the classic opening credits tutu used the whole series.
And after 11 years, I still cry every time I watch this episode.
I'm not covering the two movies cause I did talked about them year one of the blog.
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