Back to the Future & Broken Teacups
As of today, I've completed the December Blogging Meme. This master post has links to all of the individual answer posts I did throughout December; if you have not seen your answer, it will either be linked there so that you can read it or struck out because I simply didn't get to it. My apologies for not being able to answer all of the topics that came in, but several aspects of my holiday season were unfortunately far more rushed and exhausting than I'd planned.
I watched all three parts of Back to the Future this evening in one sitting, as I'm wont to do at least once a year. Now that it's actually 2015, those futuristic fashions are extra hilarious. We may safely assume that 2015 looks the way it does in the film because Marty altered the past, perhaps, the first time he went back? I maintain that this trilogy is still one of the finest examples of tight screenwriting I've ever encountered.
I had a pair of teacups bought at Porta Dextra Gallery in York, UK that had been with me since I acquired them in late 2006. They'd each been dropped many times each over the years and had completely resisted shattering; being white-glazed, they'd built up a gorgeous tea-patina on the inside. Two days ago, James dropped one of them, and it shattered. I've tracked down the potter who made them, only to discover that they're now retired from making new pieces. I don't know what to do with this teacup; feels wrong to use it as a lone piece. I don't know what to do with any of these fragments in my disbelieving hands.
I watched all three parts of Back to the Future this evening in one sitting, as I'm wont to do at least once a year. Now that it's actually 2015, those futuristic fashions are extra hilarious. We may safely assume that 2015 looks the way it does in the film because Marty altered the past, perhaps, the first time he went back? I maintain that this trilogy is still one of the finest examples of tight screenwriting I've ever encountered.
I had a pair of teacups bought at Porta Dextra Gallery in York, UK that had been with me since I acquired them in late 2006. They'd each been dropped many times each over the years and had completely resisted shattering; being white-glazed, they'd built up a gorgeous tea-patina on the inside. Two days ago, James dropped one of them, and it shattered. I've tracked down the potter who made them, only to discover that they're now retired from making new pieces. I don't know what to do with this teacup; feels wrong to use it as a lone piece. I don't know what to do with any of these fragments in my disbelieving hands.