"Looking in the mirror staring back at me isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament."

I've decided not to give away anything about the film adaptation of A Single Man, but I will say that I rather enjoyed it. It matched the novel dead on, in my opinion, and I wouldn't have changed anything about it. Kenny Potter was creepy, just as he was in the novel. Charlie (played by Julianne Moore), was just as much of a dramatic diva as the novel. And Colin Firth, well he cannot be surpassed. He never can be, though, not in my world at least. I think my favorite part was how beautifully the friendship between George (Firth) and Charlie was portayed. I could go for a weekend in the sixties era after watching this movie. Well done, Tom Ford.



In other news, I am almost finished editing my third short story for Creative Writing. As time goes on, I am becoming more comfortable with what I have written. I wasn't sure I would like this "ghost story" idea, but it's growing on me. It's all a part of learning, I suppose, doing things that you wouldn't originally care for.

There was also a rather large shock this morning when I went outside to start my car. Lately there has been a lot of snow, but not this morning. My car was rather pleased with freckle of cover, if you could even call it that.



I don't have a whole lot else to report tonight. I'm about to make a Snicker's Salad, so that should be a nice treat tomorrow after class. I hope everyone has a lovely evening and day tomorrow.

Cheers!