Diary of a Vampire Addict

My name is Raye and I am a vampire-holic. I understand that my affliction is hardly special in this day in age. Every woman alive is swooning over one vamp or another these days. It is almost embarassing to admit my weakness since I know it will be catalogued as a bandwagon ride gone way too far. But I stand firm in my particular case of vampiric interest. It is an interest in the mythology that surrounds vampire tales. I have never enjoyed vampires in the horror sense and find blood-soaked terrors unappealing. But those stories and films with a human angle and a stylized look are my vamp-nip.

In the end I am a fan of vampires because they are an intriguing mirror for humanity's moral compass. I enjoy the hyper-stylized aestethics of vampire story-telling (especially movies) because it amplifies the idea of an altered human state that is overt, seductive, and brash. There is ooomph! in everything. Vampires embody the darker sides of sexuality and violence stemming from our source of life. Bram Stoker's Dracula is one of my favourite novels and is as much a tragic love story as it is a horror story. The goods are in the relationships of the humans as they are confronted with the monster.

I am a devout fan of the Buffy and Angel series for truly creating mythology and fighting through the ambiguity of human versus vampire. Where is the line when a vampire becomes a monster? It's common human form makes the distinction more challenging and much more interesting than werewolves or swamp things or zombies. Recently, vampires have become somewhat de-fanged. People will blame Twilight but it really began with Angel. The vampire with a soul who doesn't kill humans has become a template for do-gooder vampires now running rampant in the popular media. And while I don't love the ideas of neutering vampires (even Edward is tougher in the books than the movies) I find this development to be another interesting morality tale. You can be a blood-loving carnivore as long as you respect human life. Once again, the vampire-human connection is central to the topic.

And thankfully, one show is getting it all right! "The Vampire Diaries" returns with new episodes tonight after a month-long hiatus and I could not be more excited!! Many people will have over-looked "The Vampire Diaries" as a Twilight rip-off when it premiered on TV in the fall. But those who have taken the time to welcome the town of Mystic Falls and the Salvatore brothers into our lives have been well rewarded. Based on a series of teen pulp novels from the 90s, "The Vampire Diaries" has become the next Buffy. While it does not (yet) subscribe to a background mythology, it has established the vampires within a historical community. This context gives the show depth beyond the usual teen show. There are mysteries to unravel, relationships to be revealed and romance to be had.

It helps that the two male leads Stefan (Paul Wesley) and Damon (Ian Somerhalder) Salvatore are two of the hottest vampires to grace the screen. Total squee-age! Stefan is the good vampire who has sworn off humans and romaning our leading lady - with an ever-developing past of her own. Damon is the bad brother who revels in his goodies of being vampire and has never questioned the morality of it all. Blinded by love he has cut a swath of death for 140 years.

Add to the mix the production team behind "Dawson's Creek" (don't laugh!) and you have an addictive soap with some pretty decent storytelling. Seriously, more happens in one episode of "The Vampire Diaries" than has happened in any other show all season. This show moves! And, most importantly, it realizes that vampires don't have to be good guys. In fact, it is important to the vampire brand that some of them are out-right bad. Like, ripping out beating hearts bad. "The Vampire Diaries" has handled this mix of sex and violence in a perfect way. It is a decadent treat that everyone should be sinking their teeth into!

Crush Yummy!

In 2007 I really wanted to see a movie called Jane Austen Book Club. I felt it would be a sweet slice of chick movie and I was right. It is a decent film with heart-warming performances by a stack of talented ladies. It also introduced me to Kevin Zegers!

Kevin Zegers! Yes, everytime I think of him it is done with exclamation points. Zegers is what you would call dreamy. In Book Club he plays a high school student attempting to seduce a teacher (Emily Blunt) and his magnetism is palpable. There is something sparkling in his eyes, etched along his narrow features, and teasing in his voice that makes you WANT to be seduced by him. he is capable of appearing innocent and dirty at the same time. He defines je ne sais quoi in the male form.

I had missed Zegers breakthrough performance as the son in Transamerica but did catch him as the son in The Stone Angel which proved he is more than a pretty face. Although often confused with pretty-boy Zac Efron, Zegers has distinquished himself with a quiet talent that subtley out-performs his contemporaries.

Then, this year he showed up on "Gossip Girl" playing a diplomat's son (and drug dealer) named Damian. And I was all, Kevin Zegers! Sadly, Kevin's role on GG has come to an end. I would have enjoyed having his hotness around for the entire season. Next up is a Bonnie & Clyde remake with him playing the titular Clyde Barrow and I am sure that Zegers will deftly handle a role immortalized by Warren Beatty. Too bad his co-star is Hillary Duff. You deserve better Kevin Zegers!

My Train Has Lost It's GO

Here I am smiling at 7:45AM on the Go Train. This picture was taken in Week 1 of my commuting. Everything then was fresh and interesting in its novelty. I enjoyed waking up and taking my 15 minute walk to the station. It would wake me up. I enjoyed reading on the train. I enjoyed the routine of it all. That was Week 1.

I am now at the end of Week 6 and I am not so amused. It is not that I loathe the commute but you would be hard-pressed to find me this smiley on the train in the morning. I have come to realize that the challenge of the commute is the grind of it all. The very routine that I favoured in the beginning is now the thorn in my travelling side. Oh my side. It hurts. And my neck. It hurts. I hurt from being slumped in a pleather chair in a half-asleep state while being whisked in-and-out of the city. There is barely a morning now that I am awake for the entire trip. I can read about one chapter and then the sleepiness I thought was beaten on the walk come back with a fuzzy vengeance.

My morning zing! has dwindled and my brother has had to knock on my door more then once to make sure I was awake for the day. I have had more slow mornings, leading to more fast-paced walks, ending in more sweatiness to actually reach my train on time. I have to admit that I am running out of steam for this commuting thing. Hopefully I don't have much longer to go!

Cake Times Three

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! On my way to work this morning I treated myself to my favourite Starbucks chai latte and a chocolate cupcake with pink icing. Admittedly, Starbucks treats are less than fantastic and my cupcake looked better than it tasted but it was a pleasant way to start the work nonetheless. That was my first cake of the day.

Work was very hectic today. I am working on a presentation (I have somehow become a go-to powerpoint gal!) that has many layers of approval and much back-and-forth over the content. It is also for a program that I don't manage directly and so it takes me longer to get my thoughts and information in order. Thankfully, being busy at work makes the day go quickly! Sometimes too quickly. At 4:15pm, just as I was organizing my day-end and getting ready to run for the early train home, I was surprised with singing co-workers. What a treat. I really thought that I had left birthday parties at the office behind with my K-Team but I guess that is what I get for working with a long-time friend (thanks Jodi!). I also got my favourite flavour combination: Chocolate cake and raspberries. Yummy! Second cake of the day.

As a birthday treat I got home earlier than usual and was able to enjoy the decidedly spring-like weather (+16) with a bright skies. At my brother's place we sat in the backyard for the first time this season and drank beer. Then there was BBQ steak, baked potatoes and caesar salad for supper. And then more cake! Witness the awesome home-made cake that was made by my sis-in-law, niece and nephew! The icing is an old-family recipe that my mom used to put on all our birthday cakes. The secret ingredient is crispy crunch bars. It tasted like memories. YAY! for cake times 3!

Remember Me - Movie Review

Most of the reviews I have seen for Remember Me have commented on the "twist" ending and most have said nothing good. I am going to start this review by saying I thought the twist was thematically appropriate and I did not see it coming. This confession will likely make me look like a sentimental fool and/or a moron to many people but I stand by my decision.

Remember Me is a movie that deserves more than the romantic drama advertising it is getting. The film is not a Nicholas Sparks adaptation. And if you can leave your assumptions (about a twist, about the romance, about Robert Pattinson) at the door and let this film in you may be rewarded like I was. I found the film to be a well-made musing on the impact and (potentially) arbitrary nature of loss. There are big obvious ones, small ones and emotional ones. The story begins with a young girl and her mother on a subway platform as they are robbed. In one instant it appears that it will end that way. A traumatic event but a survivable one. And then, for no reason, one of the assailants shots the mother. And as the subway rushes away the little girl is left alone on the platform with her dead mother.

It is a story of moments that are lined up like dominoes waiting for the next push that will topple them. Move forward 10 years and the film introduces us to Tyler (Pattinson) who is late to meet his family at a gravesite. Slowly his story is told and within it, a series of choices are made that are minimal in themselves but link his life to that of the young girl - now grown - and her cop father. Tyler's family has its own tragedy clouding their lives and so the romantic relationship becomes a mirror to watch how the losses in life shape what we give in life.

It is an honest portrayal of how youth flounder, sulk, fight and survive in a world that keeps giving them kicks to the head. Pattinson has lost his guiding light and in his new dim reality he is unable to direct himself. He exists immediately and is desparate to connect to something again. Emilie de Ravin plays his opposite in a self-assured young woman who is attempting to live life on her terms lest it be wrenched away. Together they make an enjoyable romantic pairing with solid chemistry and interesting moments. The film excels in this area of the narrative tackling the notion of what happens to young people when the natural idea that you will live forever is shattered.

It is an examination of human responses to despair. Robert Pattinson is lost and frustrated and easily provoked to anger. Emilie de Ravin is accepting and playing offense as her best defense. Chris Cooper, as de Ravin's father, is untrusting and suffocating while Pierce Brosnan, as Pattinson's father, is cavalier and closed off. And Ruby Jerins (as Tyler's younger sister being tormented by classmates) is insular and timid. All of the performances are exceptional and each actor brings you into the reactive experience of their character.

Overall, it is a tale of the aftermath of trauma and the need for redemption and as such becomes a portrait of life in a way we seldom think we are living. All of these concepts collide in an intimately told story that sometines feels it is not going anywhere. But that is the point. Because when the end does come you can feel the whoosh of the dominoes falling, the last ticking of the moments and the ultimate realization that everything is connected and you can never really know what will happen.

Out of the Grey-ness

In a breath of fresh air, "Grey's Anatomy" stepped out of the boring, melodramatic rut it was in and gave us all some of its original sunshine. When this show is good, it is really good! And it hasn't been good for about a year and a half so tonight's episode was a welcome return. The messiness with the Cheif's self-indulgent decline is over. The Mercy West merge has settled into place. Izzie Stevens is (happy dance) gone! The whole Mark Sloan baby debacle is complete. And so we can breathe and just revel in the outstanding characters at Seattle Grace being awesome.

I knew this episode was back in form when I checked the time and saw it was only 9:30. One of the show's past strengths was tight writing that packed so much into an episode that you were positive it must be ending soon when really it had only begun. This talent had fallen off in the past year and episodes felt padded and empty at the same time. Not the case with this Season 6 effort. So what made it so good?

The re-woman-ification of Bailey.
Mark Sloan trying to grow up.
Teddy's attempt to move on from Hunt.
Webber being a surgeon (and likeable guy) again.
Christina's joy.
Meredith's defending of Christina's joy.
Lexie's loss.
Callie's total awesomeness as a doctor, a friend and a woman.
Arizona's speeches.

See! Sooooo much goodness and that was only one episode. And to have this episode set-up a new set of relationship spirals that are...

exciting: Will Teddy get McSteamed? Seriously, I adore the potential here. And the fact that Teddy kind of reminds me of Addison which is awesome.

scary: Will Hunt mess it up with Christina? I cannot bear to think of these two in shambles. I barely survived when Burke broke her heart and I hate to think they will do it again.

honest: Will Lexie try to win Mark back? I relate to her storyline of younger woman learning to grow up due to heart break from an older man. I really hope they keep them separated and have Lexie grow from this experience because the Sloan+Little Grey thing was never good.

interesting: Will Callie and Arizona survive? I love that the same-sex woman couple is about to go into a kids vs. no kids relationship fight. How awesome is that? Well, except that it may end Callie and Arizona which will be so sad because they are the best.

So kudos to "Grey's Anatomy" for getting it right again, finally. I hope all the promise established in this episode will bloom into excellent Thursdays for the rest of the season. Fingers crossed.

Where Did the Time Go?

In one week I will turn 35. I have yet to confirm how I feel about that. For the first time in awhile I have not put any energy into birthday celebration planning. Part of me is fine with this lack of result and many people around me comment that birthdays are not important, so, whatever. But I have always felt that birthdays ARE important. And certain birthdays feel more important than others for undefinable and completely arbitrary reasons.

I feel like 35 is supposed to be a meaningful birthday but I also can't seem to summon the energy to make it memorable. I keep thinking of the "Sex in the City" episode when Carrie turns 35. She finds herself sitting in a restaurant alone because everyone around her has a life that is too hectic to let them get to her. She has to pay for her own cake which she later drops all over her shoes in the middle of street construction. It is a sad birthday story about single-womanhood. Of course, Mr. Big shows up with a limo, balloons and champagne (in paper cups) at the end of it all.

I know my birthday is not going to be that depressing but it is on a Tuesday, and really, what can you do on a Tuesday? I will be home to be with my family and there will be cake (probably) and all will be well. But part of me keeps thinking I need to do something. So I thought I would commenorate my upcoming 35th birthday recounting some of my birthdays past - the ones I remember at least!

34th - Pub Time in Halifax. First birthday with my boyfriend who brought sparklers for my cake. Lots of Beer.

33rd - House party in Halifax. Also known as my birthday of shame for being drunkenly evil to all my friends and a total emotional gong-show. Fabulous cake courtesy of Anna. My first absinthe.

32nd - Dinner out at the Keg with my Mom in Toronto. The same Keg restaurant from my 16th birthday.

31st - A mellow evening at my residence romm followed by a night out in Halifax. Amanda did pretty make-up for me. Only four friends could come out but my favourite cover band was playing at the Pogue Fado so I got to dance plenty. An unexpected all-nighter!

30th - Shots at the Laurentian pub with my Commerce crew following an exceptionl presentation. Then home to sleep a bit before showing up - still drunk! - to ethics class. Further celebrations in Toronto. You can read about the whole weekend here.

27th - A small gathering of my Katimavik team (Anne, Jodi & Cindy) at my Katima-house. The participants were on billeting. They brought a cake. And gave me a beautiful bracelet of silver and paua shell (that I had picked out in Mexico with Jodi in January). I still have the bracelet.

25th - Found Labatt Blue at the convenience store in Melbourne, Australia and celebrated with Canadian beer! Continued on for pub Night whereI stepped on a shot glass while dancing and cut my foot open. I still have a tiny scar. Made out with a cute Scottish guy who was staying at the same hostel. Needless to say, that got awkward the next day!

22nd - Total drunkeness in Hinton, Alberta. Started with wings with all my staff friends at the local Boston Pizza. Then dancing. Then a party at me & Nann's place. I threw up - even on my teddy bear!

21st - A Katimavik birthday celebration. My group was living in a tiny town (Acton Vale) in Quebec. Julie and Laura made a HUGE ice cream cake that was frozen solid.

20th - A late party held after my failing out of university. It was a surprise party in Sudbury (thanks Nat, Chris, and Scott). My hair was blond.

19th - I had a house Party in Sudbury with no parents and I think I new five people there. Everyone else was my brother's friends. Then the lights went out. Then someone crank-called 911 and the cops showed up. It was a really snowy night and everyone left trucking down the street in ankle-deep snow.

18th - A random night out in Sudbury. We "snuck" into the bar "Backstreet" and Jennifer bought me a vodka & coke which tasted totally awful.

16th - Dinner at the Keg with my parents in Toronto. The waiters came by our table and sand "Ain't she Sweet".

13th - Just the girls for an afternoon of pitas, ice cream and cake. I had the absolute worst perm that I clipped back on one side. So tragic.

11th - Slumber party madness at our townhouse in Sudbury. My mom made a giant bed in the living room for us all to sleep on together. All us girls wore flannel pyjamas.

5th - We had an afternoon event at my family's farm in Saskatchewan. My birthday was on March break so the parents brought the kids over in the middle of the day. My friend Curtis could not come but his mom brought a present he picked out. It was a GIANT tube of lip gloss that smelled like banana.

1st - Of course I don't remember this one but there are cute pictures. It was the first time my mom brought me back to Ontario (from Saskatchewan) to be with her family. There were balloons.

Oscar Fashion 2010

The Oscar race is as much a fashion race than anything else. That red carpet is one of the world's most watch runways and the ladies who stomp it do so with more conviction that most of the nominated performances. The day after is always flurry of reporting on Best/Worst Dressed and either list is acceptable if it gets your name flashing around the internet and printed in the glossies. I always find the fashion watching to be an enjoyable affair but the Canadian station never seem to have enough coverage to make it a true sport. Still, there are always a couple of ensembles that catch my eye and I comment on the here.

The Ones I Loved

Queen Latifah
was maybe my favourite of the night. The soft pink against her skin was divine and the bling was just right for the event. Love, love, loved it.

Cameron Diaz finally comes to the party with a proper hair-do and a shining example of evening wear. I can't believe she is on my list but it was so refreshing to see her truly glowing and event appropriate.

Yay for Gabourey Sidabe for showing up and rocking her curves. The colour is fantastic and the appliques hit the right notes on her figure. Thank goodness she didn't make the the big-girl bolero mistake of Jennifer Hudson.

And more pink! Who thought I would be so girly but this time it is perfectly suited to Anna Kendrick. This dress falls too perfectly for words and she manages too look sophisticated and relaxed at the same time. Well-played for a young lady at the big show.

The Ones I Loathed

Oh Miley Cyrus. You may be a hit with the tween crowd but you have much to learn about going out with the grown-ups. The first lesson might be that of wearing and actual TOP when you leave the house.

Sarah Jessica Parker continues her trend to be the least attractive clotheshorse on the red carpet. I just don't get it! This dress prompted my boyfriend to say: "It looks like a shower curtain with a wrestling belt attached to the top." What more can one say?

I know a lot of people might like Vera Farmiga's gown. It is Marchesa which is know for structual opulance but this ruffle-rama is too much for me. I also find the fitted curve on the one side to be completely unflattering in its obvious flatness. It is just too much and I can't even imagine how she sat in it for four hours in it!

I love Zoe Saldana and feel she was totally robbed for a supporting nomination this year (for either of her sci-fi films). But that doesn't mean she can show up in a, well, whatever this is. Too many things going on, a dangerously high slit and a ruffle balls on the hem? In fading colours no less? Seriously?

Of course there were many other fashion items to discuss but I just can't do it all. Yes, I skipped Sandra Bullock who I thougth might be wearing hair extensions her 'do was so luscious. And Meryl Streep who was rocking a white creation from a Project Runway contestent - how awesome is that. Or Helen Mirren who manages to be the most well-dressed dame in the world. The fact that Penelope Cruz managed to wear a dress that made HER look boxy! And that Jennifer Lopex showed up in a pink sofa with a wedding chapel pew marker attached to her hip. Finally, Kate Winslet - who has always won me over in the past - was less than radiant in a boring pewter corset and skirt set. Oh well, not everyone can be winner.

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