Giveaway at Shealynn’s Fairie Shoppe

Shealynn at Shealynn’s Faerie Shoppe is giving away a beautiful earring and Evenstar pendent set. I encourage you to check it out! Here’s the link:


Christmas, dear readers, feasts

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone! I’ve had quite a nice one myself. Enjoy the whole season – we’ve got a couple more weeks of it!

The St. Andrew novena is over, but I love the prayer so I’m putting it up here.

Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in piercing cold. In that hour, vouchsafe, O my God! to hear my prayer and grant my desires, through the merits of Our Saviour Jesus Christ, and of His Blessed Mother. Amen.


Movie review of My Man Godfrey

Review: My Man Godfrey
According to the system used on the Decent Films website, here are my ratings for this movie.
Entertainment value: **** (out of four)
Moral/spiritual value: +1
Overall rating: A
Starring William Powell, Carole Lombard.
My Man Godfrey is about a rather unusual butler who works for a more-than-rather unusual family. When the movie begins, with Godfrey (the butler in question)  is living in a dump. Two young women jump out of a car. The first one, Cornelia Bullock, runs up to him and asks him if he’s a “forgotten man”, and offers to pay him five dollars if he’ll come to the hotel with her, since she needs a forgotten man in order to win a scavenger hunt. Unsurprisingly, he nearly pushes her in the ash heap. The second one speaks to him with considerably more politeness and nearly bursts herself with laughing at the thought that Godfrey has nearly done what she has always wanted to do – push Cornelia in an ash heap. He is impressed enough with her that he offers to accompany her to the scavenger hunt, so they can ‘beat Cornelia’. This young lady is known as Irene Bullock.
The rest of the movie is indescribable. Irene wins the scavenger hunt, and in a fit of gratitude engages Godfrey as their new butler, in replacement of the one that left that morning. He appears, his whiskers shaven, leaving only a pert moustache. The maid greets him as the butler, and he wonders how she knew he was the butler. “Oh, butlers come and go, day and night,” she tells him. “Keep your bags near the front door so you don’t forget them when you leave.”
Most (but not all) of the humor in this screwball comedy comes from the inconceivable insanity exhibited by the Bullock family. It consists of Mr. Bullock (relatively sane), Mrs. Bullock (exceedingly thick-headed), Cornelia Bullock (the definition of the word “shrew”), Irene Bullock (bears resemblance to her mother’s stupidity, but is nuttier than a fruitcake), and Carlo (Mrs. Bullock’s protégée, who apparently lives with them and eats continuously, including when he’s practicing his music).
Irene, of course, falls in love with Godfrey and throughout the movie, in order to catch his attention after he has informed her that her antics will get him fired, she moons around the house striking bizarre poses, saying dramatic phrases meaningless to everyone but Godfrey, and refusing to eat. Cornelia snips at her and threatens to tell their father that she’s in love with the butler, their mother is amusingly ignorant of everything, Mr. Bullock behaves with irritated sanity, and Carlo continues to eat.
The movie is lightly plotted; what plot there is mostly involves Godfrey not being who he seems to be. As far as the appropriateness goes, it was rated G on TCM and made in 1936; there’s a very mildly awkward moment when lovestruck Irene goes into Godfrey’s room and he rapidly shoos her out. Of course it’s up to you, but my nine-year-old sister enjoyed it. I doubt most kids younger than that would find it interesting. It’s easily one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen; not quite It Happened One Night but I enjoyed it more than Bringing Up Baby (which I never enjoyed quite as much as I thought I would, funny though it is). If you have Netflix streaming, it’s on there; go watch it sometime. If you don’t have Netflix, watch it anyways.

You Know Christmas is Close….

…when you get your Christmas Novena email!
I know I’ve been gone rather a long time. School and laziness, you know. An excellent combination for producing a blogging hiatus. I am now deprived of the first explanation, and therefore must blog at least twice as much as previously.
My school has done excellently well. I don’t know my final semester grades for anything yet but speech (a one-semester class, so actually my final grade period), but I feel confident about all of them (except possibly Great Books, which is a wildcard depending partly upon what they think about my most recent essay and my yet untaken oral exam). I’m going to be taking Latin from Rolling Acres Farm next semester, an online source with classes taught by a Catholic married couple (one or the other of them teaching each class, not both, as far as I know). My sister has taken German from Mrs. Rolling and loves it, so I’m definitely looking forward to it.
I haven’t really had much of a social life lately, which is partly out of choice; at least two outings presented themselves to me, but they were both excursions to see movies which I have less than no desire to see. I’ve actually been getting out a lot less this semester than last semester, which is possibly due to the fact that I began to attend a weekly co-op where I saw several older friends and made several more new ones. Overall, I’m happy about the co-op. There are a few things I would like to change. Two major ones are having to get up at 6 AM or earlier in order to get there at 7:35 (I have no classes then, but my carpool does), and the irregularity of one of my teachers, who apparently is making up the assignment schedule as he goes along. Thanks be, I have NO SCHOOL (except for my oral exam) until January.
I’ve been reading a fair amount; lately I’ve finished Jill the Reckless, an amusing early novel by P. G. Wodehouse (available on Project Gutenberg); most of Don Quixote for Great Books, which is very much more pleasant than most of our readings this year, or last year; some scattered essays by Hilaire Belloc, a superb essayist; and some more scattered essays by G. K. Chesterton. Also a great deal of old Peanuts comics, because I love Charlie Brown.
Possibly as a result of Thanksgiving break and the Immaculate Conception break we got from co-op, I watched more movies recently than is generally my custom. I think I can recommend Thor, if only for its incredible portrayal of Asgard. It got me interested in Norse mythology and I read the whole D’aulaires’ Book of Norse Myths in one day. (Not that Thor was terribly accurate, which it wasn’t.) If you liked Captain America, you probably won’t find it offensive.
Norse myth is incredibly interesting; C. S. Lewis liked it better than Irish or Greek mythology. I don’t know enough of Norse or Irish mythology to like any of the three better than the other, but it’s fascinating and if you like that sort of thing it’s fantastic. I certainly would love to learn Old Norse now.
Well, it’s getting late and I’m going to have to cut it off here. Farewell! I promise another post before Christmas.
feasts, Mary

The Immaculate Conception

Today is the feast of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin. She is the patroness of America, so I think it would be fitting if we all said the Rosary today for America.

This is an amazing video I came across. It has many beautiful images of our Lady changing into one another.