Over Thinking Stories


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Has anyone ever thought about half-breeds in fantasy? Like half-elves? Half-vampires? How these people talk about feeling like they belong in neither world? Maybe it represents how we are not of this world but in the world. We are both soul and body. We talked about in my Global Perspectives class in college about being in a culture and how the most a person can be in two cultures is about 75% in each of the cultures. One can never really truly belong in one of those cultures. Maybe these stories are showing us how the feeling that we don’t belong is normal.

Or maybe I am just over thinking things.

Rejection and the Opposite


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We discussed rejection in chapel this past week. About the lepers and such.

Has anyone thought about Christ being temporarily separated from God to be sacrificed for our sins?

The ULTIMATE rejection.

I know my heart after it has been rejected. I have seen the agony in others from their rejections.

I cannot even begin to fathom it. The thought of it makes me cry.

I am so sorry to anyone I have ever hurt by rejecting them. I ask for your forgiveness. “Do unto others” and such. I don’t do that very well.

The good news is because of that temporary separation from God, Christ’s sacrifice saves us.

And what a beautiful salvation it is.

“What a beautiful love”.

Love is the opposite of rejection. Yes, true love (agape) does want to remove sin and that hurts, but love is about accepting another person as they are. Seeing what potential that person is and helping that person change the world.

I just need to remember, as the movie Amazing Grace says. “That I am a great sinner and Christ is a great savior.” Please, if you know me, keep me accountable to this.

It won’t be easy.

But I need it.

Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan

“Piece of Cake” A Note on Labyrinth



My life has been a lie! *melodrama turned down* *cough* Anyway, apparently, I did see Labyrinth growing up, but it obviously did not have an effect on me, either good or bad. Seriously, I remember when various episodes of Star Trek: TNG premiered and that show ended before I could spell my name. I remember watching The Ten Commandments on TV when I was four and when the trailer for Pocahontas premiered. I have memories from when I was eighteen months old. My memory has never been this bad!

Apparently, my Father ADORED this movie. How in the world can I not know David Bowie if my rock-and-roll/B-Movie loving Father watched this with me!?! Seriously!?! What happened? Did I get dropped on my head or something between when I saw it and now? I feel like someone has sucked my very movie loving soul out of me. “You remind me of the babe”. Yeah, if I could remember the babe. *sob* And I thought this review would be a “piece of cake”.

Now back to your somewhat sane programming.

Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan

P. S. If you couldn’t guess it, I am purposely being over-dramatic in this post. I am not that heart broken but I thought it would amuse you, dear readers.

You Remind Me of the Babe – Seeing Labyrinth for the First Time


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I never grew up with Labyrinth. It was not for any particular reason. It just wasn’t popular in my area so it wasn’t brought up. I have had it on my Netflix queue for a while and last weekend decided: Might as well. Oh dear sweet Henson, what did I get myself into?

First off, this is not a comprehensive review, just a few thoughts that I had on it.

It is a very 80’s film. The music, the style, the mixture of childhood and adulthood that make it ever so slightly uncomfortable to watch AT ANY AGE… In other words, it is the perfect atmosphere of a fairy tale. The tone is a lovely fairy tale. Children entering adulthood, not understanding everything necessarily, but good always wins in the end.

I am still in shock that it is Jennifer Connelly. No, her acting wasn’t great in this film, but it felt like she improved as the film went on. David Bowie was a fantastic Goblin King, evil, but with just enough appeal to make you not want to beat him up with a tank. Charisma, my friends. That Goblin King has charisma. Devious little brat, isn’t he?

Of course, being a Jim Henson film, the puppetry is amazing. Yes, some of the 3-D effects could use some help, but dang it! It was the first of its kind! Give it some slack. But seriously, fantastic puppetry. It makes me happy.

I will not go into length on David Bowie’s legendary costuming in this film. My two comments are: 1. It is about equal to what I see in a ballet. 2. Why dear Henson, why? Who thought, “You know what’s villainous? TIGHTS!”

I like the interpretation of this film being about the differences between healthy and unhealthy fantasy. Jareth is unhealthy and makes one selfish. Sarah’s friends, however, make her a better person. Seriously, it’s Henson. Do you really think he is going to promote throwing away fantasy after a certain age? No, fantasy reminds us of the “dangers untold” and the virtues we are to supposed to be and the vices we are to shun.

Outside of the movie, you have to give a massive amount of credit to the fans. Seriously, the fandom is still going strong nigh on thirty years later. As in, it is among the more popular films to write fanfiction for, going strong. I say to these fans, bravo.

Also, David Bowie has to be an android. Seriously, the man hasn’t aged a day! (He actually still has kids come up to him asking if he is the Goblin King.)

Overall, it was an enjoyable 80’s film and I understand the appeal. It is very much a fairy tale and I would recommend it to anyone over the age of seven.

Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan

P. S. My knee jerk reaction to seeing David Bowie was “Tesla/underwear-judge-from-Zoolander/guy-who-sang“Life on Mars” what are you doing here?” Alas, my parents did not raise me to know who David Bowie was. I feel great shame in this.

Why I Loathe The Hunger Games


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I have just finished a three-day reading spree of The Hunger Games. I finally found the joy of reading again… until the last fifty pages. Now, I wish the books had never crossed my path. They repel me.

I put off the reading of the series for two reasons. 1. I was overwhelmed by school and had plenty of other distractions. 2. I got to the second chapter and couldn’t deal with the thought of losing my sister. (Katniss and Prim are the same age difference as my sister and I.) My Mom had lost her only sibling less than a year before.

Anyway, I decided to read the series this summer. I was so drawn into the world. I already knew a few things from the movie and some things from just accidentally being told things. (Peeta winning in the end, Gale did something terrible, Primrose dying).

I realized that there was more similarities between Katniss/Primrose and me/my sister. The year the book was published, I was the same age as Katniss and thus Primrose was as old as my sister. Prim wanted to be a doctor and so does my sister. Even though my sister would do better in the arena, I could never let her go into the Hunger Games while I could stop it.

I prepared myself for Primrose to die. I tried to. How she died, somewhat by Gale’s hand, made me ill.

That, to me, isn’t what made me loathe the series. I knew that people had to die. It is a dystopian novel after all. No, it is something I have been raised on: Do right until the stars fall down.

In this world of “do wrong for a chance to do right” it is rare to find someone who follows a consistent set of rules, even among villains. I liked Katniss because, even though she was not a purely “good” character, she was consistent (far better than Mr. Potter, thank you very much). She wanted her family to survive. She wanted Gale and his family to survive. She wanted Peeta to survive.  She hated the Games and did not want anyone to go through it.

Then, she voted yes (after Prim died) to put the Game Makers children into one “final” game. (We all know how “final” punishments go.)

I don’t know how I haven’t vomited yet. I know that she was angry. I know that she wanted to avenge Prim’s death. It just SCREAMS WRONG in her character.

I could be an idiot and reading her reaction wrong. It would not be the first time.

After that decision, I really wish someone would shoot her in the head and make her die a miserable death. She had become just as  bad as President Snow and all the other Game Makers.

I refuse to be that person. I refuse to be Katniss Everdeen. God help me, let me be a Samwise Gamgee, not clever, but loyal and good. I want to be Neville Longbottom who stands up for good and against the bad, even if his friends are doing those bad things. I want to be the person who will stand against. If being “the hero” means I do despicable things (telling children to die for the sins of their fathers, for example) I do not want to be “the hero”. I want to be a “minor” character who always fights for good. Maybe Harvey Dent in The Dark Knight was right. “You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Katniss lived to long. She became the villain.


I read a review on Amazon and it gave the theory that Katniss used the vote to gain Coin’s trust. I can deal with that. However, I have also found out from TVTropes YMMV section of the series that I am not the only one to think this about Katniss and that this has not been addressed well enough.

There are four possibilities. 1. Katniss is a monster. 2. Katniss was trying to gain President Coin’s trust because Katniss knew that Coin would kill her immediately if she did not agree and Haymitch knew to follow along. 3. This is a litmus test by the author (glass half-full/half-empty) to see how cynical (Katniss = villian) or optimistic (Katniss = clever) the reader is. 4. (The most likely option.) Suzanne Collins is a bad writer who just wants to take our money and does not care about the moral implications of the rushed job that happened during parts of Catching Fire  and much of Mockingjay. She is not the great writer everyone makes her out to be, just one that knows how to make money.

If anything but the second, I cannot recommend this book to anyone.

And just so you know, I do agree with one thing: We are Panem and we are citizens of the Capitol watching other people’s children die for our entertainment while we feast and they starve.

Welcome to the Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor, citizens of the Capitol.

Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan

P. S. The ending was rushed. That is my final complaint. It was good it was short though because I would have thrown up if I had to continue caring for these characters. In all honesty, she would need another book to cover all that she covered in the last ten pages or so.

Sherlock Season 2: SPOILER ALERT


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STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! If you haven’t seen season 2 of Sherlock, do not read this blog post. I’m warning you, I am going to critique and drool all over this thing and you do not want me to ruin it for you.

All right, are they gone?

Okay, good.

First off, I have seen the second season twice and read many other bloggers feelings on it, so I will try to distill it on my own but they may influence me. Except for TVTropes and Tumblr, I cannot think of anyone or anything in particular (except one who I reference later in this review).

Now, for my overall feelings of the show at this point.









I NEED SEASON THREE! I AM JUST GOING TO KEEP REWATCHING THE SHOW OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL I GET TO SEE SEASON THREE! The only reason I haven’t written a very nasty letter to Moffat is that the reason it isn’t filming right now is because of The Hobbit. THAT is a legitimate reason to put off the show.


Okay, got that out of my system.

I am going to say this now, but I beg of you not to kill me.

I think that season 2 episode 1 was tied for the best episode of Sherlock (along with season 1 episode 3). With that in mind, I think season 1 was better overall.

*grabs Captain America’s shield* BACK OFF!

Okay, let me explain. By describing my feelings for each individual episode.

Season 2

Episode 1 – A Scandal in Belgravia

Now, I was kind of expecting a deus ex machina to save Sherlock and John. That, or they jump into the pool as they set off the bomb. I did not expect it to be Irene.

I liked the characterization of Irene, though I understand why a lot of people hate her and hate what it did to Sherlock’s characterization. I enjoyed her nefariousness (I can’t think of a better word). So clever and so… ugh. I have lost all use of the Queen’s English in describing how wonderfully I think Irene was done.

Also, John got to beat up Sherlock. Sherlock deserved it oh so much. It was wonderful.

I was very happy, though, with how Sherlock has developed over the course of the series from not caring about anyone to snapping at Mycroft for telling Mrs. Hudson to shut up. Of course, we still got to keep the Sherlock snark around.

The ending was brilliant. “Only Sherlock Holmes could fool me” indeed.

*hug* Oh Sherlock, you brilliant fictional character you.

Episdoe 2 – The Hounds of Baskerville

Number 1 problem – It is the HOUND of Baskerville not the HOUNDS of Baskerville. *twitch* I don’t have issues. Not at all. I am sure there is a reason, but I can’t figure out for the love of all that is good and Doyle why.

Number 2 problem – I am biased. I really have no love for the original story. I vaguely remember Wishbone doing it in a way I liked, but I have read the original. It was not that good and felt very much like a slap-dash job. With that in mind…

I personally did not like this episode all that much and found it a let down until the second time around (a sign that the episode was not that good). I agree with Ginger Haze (http://gingerhaze.tumblr.com/post/15596029750/i-told-aimee-that-hound-of-the-baskervilles) that it came across as a Scooby Doo episode.

What I really dislike, however, is that after twenty minutes, I was able to figure out exactly what was going on and how it was going to end.


I did like seeing Sherlock understanding fear. I like the way Sherlock and Watson played off each other. I liked having Lestrade come in and be that lovely Detective Inspector that we all know and love. Also…


In other words, a brilliant ending.

Side note – I really dislike how people rag on “The Blind Banker” about not being very connected to the other episodes, but that same critique is not applied to “The Hounds of Baskerville”. Maybe I just haven’t searched long enough.

Episode 3 – The Reichenbach Fall

Oh, Andrew Scott, you deserved the BAFTA for your performance so far in the series, but BAFTA would have been crazy not to give the award to you after this episode. I get all fangirly just thinking about how Mr. Scott can go from innocent to the embodiment of evil in such rapid succession. This Moriarty is so much fun and so much more disturbing than many other portrayals. *This goes on for several hours*

Now, ladies and gentlemen of BAFTA, I know you are sane for giving a BAFTA to Mr. Scott and Mr. Freeman, but for the love of all that is good and Doyle, give one to Benedict Cumberbatch NOW!

Now, back to your normal programming.

I confess to not being that emotionally messed up as other fans over the ending of this episode. I think it is because I have read past this point in the original stories and saw Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows so I am emotionally dulled to this point in the Sherlockian (is that a word?) canon. I do want to punch Sherlock though for not telling John, but that is how I feel every time I reach the “death” point of the Sherlock Holmes timeline.

I do think it is a lovely episode and it did keep my head spinning and…

*shame* I kind of believed, just a tiny bit, that Moriarty wasn’t real.

Forgive me Sir Doyle, for I have sinned against the fandom…

All of this is to say…

I still think that the show is brilliant. Even if I was not fond of “The Hounds of Baskerville” that episode is still better than most media out there.










I NEED SEASON THREE! I AM JUST GOING TO KEEP REWATCHING THE SHOW OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL I GET TO SEE SEASON THREE! The only reason I haven’t written a very nasty letter to Moffat is that the reason it isn’t filming right now is because of The Hobbit. THAT is a legitimate reason to put off the show.


Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan

P. S. I say this with the highest respect with no alternative motive with no low desires besides an acknowledgement of something lovely: Benedict Cumberbatch’s cheekbones should be a national, if not a world treasure. Seriously, no one should have such marvelous cheekbones.

Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast


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I’ve started reading Twelve Impossible Things Before Breakfast by Jane Yolen. It got me thinking about six impossible things that I believe everyday before my first meal.

1. Is it that early/late? Yeah, it is.

In the summer, I consider before noon a good attempt at getting up early. During the school year, I mumble about the darkness that is still shrouding my campus.

The point of this is that I can do pretty much whatever I want. I don’t have to wake up to milk the cows and kill some snakes over some potatoes. I can decide on a career (even a career writer, which means I never have to be a grown-up). I don’t have to worry about bombs falling on my head. I can just be.

2. Dreams are amazing.

I don’t have them often, and many times they are terrifying but I am amazed at how the mind works in such an odd way. Several times I have had some interesting ideas or problems worked out after sleeping for a bit.

3. I can see sunlight.

Light can be quite beautiful. I completely understand why Edward Hopper  (Nighthawks) spent his entire life trying to capture light on canvas.

4. Books.

I have a seven or eight foot tall bookshelf in my room. I have classics, fantasy, Christian apologetics, non-fiction, Shakespeare, Austen, Chaucer, picture books, and of course Tolkien. God bless Gutenberg. As a woman, being able to read when many times in history and today I am considered a lower being? I am intensely grateful that I have been blessed with the ability to read and learn anything I desire. I can believe anything. I can question anything.

All that knowledge… love, war, hate, peace, kindness, cruelty, science, math, faith, literature, history, dragons, good men, bad men, miracles… All that knowledge belonging to one lowly, broke college student. All those books that even a king could not afford six hundred years ago.

5. The internet. Not only that, but my own computer. And my TV. And my phone. And satellite tv. And…

Seriously, I have more technology in my non-internet connected phone then the entire Apollo 11 mission. I have all the knowledge of the ages at my fingertips with my laptop. I don’t have to wait months to get my thoughts out if someone is willing to publish me. I can just type something up here on WordPress and voila, I am published.

6. Comfy chairs.

This is probably my silliest thing. I am not grateful nearly enough for this. I really like sitting comfortably. With the advancements in furniture, I can sit more comfortably then royalty most of the time. Peasants were lucky to have one chair in their hut and maybe a stool or two. By Tolkien, I like my Lazy-Boy.

Why these six impossible things? Because I complain too much. I have mentioned six things that I do not thank God enough for. I just wanted to say to the world-wide-web, “I am grateful to be alive when I am.” Thanks be to God, amen.

Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan

P. S. Love. Love is the most beautiful impossible thing and I still can’t get my mind around it.

Why The Avengers is Awesome


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So, I said this was going to be a review. Well, it is a bit late for a review that is going to be a rehash of everything everyone else has said. I shall sing with the choir on why The Avengers is among the greatest superhero films of all time.

To tell you how amazing The Avengers is, I have seen it twice. The last time I did that was part 2 of The Deathly Hallows and that was only because I had to answer my Mother and sister’s questions on the movie. The last one I saw in theater multiple times because I thought the movie was brilliant was… The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. Yep. Early 2004. That should tell you how much I like this movie.

Also, I have waited since 2005 for this movie to come out. (Scene at the end of Iron Man.)

I had a dream the night before I saw The Avengers. It was among the better dreams I had. The movie was better. Hey, a movie better than my dreams.

10 reasons the Avengers is awesome.

1. The characters are brilliant. Everyone was great and I felt a connection with all of them.

2. Brilliant script. One of the most hilarious I have seen for many years. Almost every line was perfect.

3. EXPLOSIONS! Nuff said.

4. Loki.

5. Shawarma.

6. “I’m listening.”

7. The music.

8. “Clench up Legolas.”

9. “Hulk, smash.”

10. “So that’s what it does.”

And last, but not least, so brilliant that it doesn’t even need a number because it makes the film… “Puny god.”

I agree with Agent Coulson about the whole “need a little old fashioned”. We need good conquering evil. We want it to be funny. We don’t need any more “gritty”. Stuff like The Dark Knight is brilliant, but we still need those heroes who make one-lined quips and make us laugh and cheer.

Both times I saw the movie, I had a great audience. The first was a packed theater. The second had a guy who was seeing it for the first time and he had really looked forward to seeing this film. I am grateful to both audiences.

I want to see it again but I might be able to make it until DVD. I am not made of money. If I did have tons of money, I would see it at least once a week if not more.

So, thank you everyone who made the film and the entire series. Thanks to my family and friends putting up with my fan girl squeals of joy over this film.

Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan

We Got to Go Back in Time: Men in Black III


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I finally got around to seeing Men in Black III. It was funny and followed the feel of the series. It was also the sweetest of the series and ended on a high note instead of a bittersweet ending. I do not know why they whacked Zed and didn’t have Frank in the movie. *shrug*

I didn’t feel like it was the most fantastic movie of all time, but I would recommend it, especially if you go with someone who actually was alive during 1969 and can whack you during the movie and say “I remember that!”

Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan

How Carrots Won the Trojan War: Book Review


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As you have probably guessed by now, I am not a normal reader. I like reading a variety of things. I have had a hankering for gardening for the past couple of months, but that is not wise at the moment. (Moving plants the amount I need to over the next year is not a wise thing.) I had the opportunity to read How Carrots Won the Trojan War: Curious (but True) Stories of Common Vegetables by Rebecca Rupp. (The title is kind of self-explanatory.)

By about the third chapter, I looked forward to seeing how Pliny the Elder (except New World vegetables) and Thomas Jefferson were going to be involved in the chapters. (Think once an episode.) Pliny the Elder is probably best known for his encyclopedia. Thomas Jefferson had an extensive garden at Monticello. (He was a big fan of lettuce in particular.)

I know only a little about the history of the food I eat. (Potatoes changed the world and so did MacDonalds but that’s about it I can say.)

My only problem was when the author would suddenly use “I”, either for her personal life or for the United States. It did not fit the tone of the rest of the book.

If you like gardening, history, science, or trivia, I would recommend this book to you.

Until Our Next Meeting,

The Lost Writer of Rohan