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The Vampire and the Werewolf Should Be Friends


Oh, the vampire and the werewolf should be friends!

Oh, the vampire and the werewolf should be friends!

One drinks blood and climbs tall trees,

The other barks and brings home fleas,

But that’s no reason why they can’t be friends!

Children of the night should stick together,

Children of the night should all be pals,

Werewolves take out the angry townsfolk,

Vampires won’t drink the werewolves’ gals!

I’d like to say a word for the vampires,

Who clearly didn’t choose their evil fates.

They always have the time,

And their manners are sublime.

It’s too bad that they’re such bad dinner dates!

And now in the defense of the werewolf,

To whom the moon is such a frightful bane:

She can live a normal life,

Maybe even be a wife,

But “that time of month” can really be a pain!

Children of the night should stick together,

Children of the night should all be pals,

Werewolves take out the angry townsfolk,

Vampires won’t drink the werewolves’ gals!


I might have taken a few liberties with the source material:

Twilight: New Moon


I think it’s fair to say that I mainly liked the first Twilight movie on behalf of the book, which was a thoroughly entertaining read. Though the key elements were there, and I enjoyed the book-turned-movie-lover’s experience of seeing events that had previously been confined inside my head playing out on the big screen, I left the theater thinking, “They could have done more with that.”

Not so with New Moon. With its new director, its heady special effects, and its improved performances by almost every member of the cast, it was easily ten times better than its predecessor.

I went to see it Saturday with the group of friends who went with me to see the first movie, and we were all of the same opinion: more like this one, please!

The vamps were vampier, the wolves were as big as horses, and Kristen Stewart delighted the world by revealing that laughing and smiling are a part of her acting repertoire after all. As the action swept through Forks and across the world to Volterra, Italy, the scope of the story widened, too; heartbreak, longing, jealousy, self-sacrifice, forgiveness: the full range of human emotion coming to bear on these not-exactly-human characters. In its own inartful way, the Twilight series touches chords that are common to each of us.

Critics have gripes, lots of them, but the fans don’t seem to share them. All the opening night midnight showings at our local theater (there were six of them, I think) were sold out days ahead of time, and the crowds just keep on coming. Stephenie Meyer must be doing something right.

Yeah, the Twilight books are fluffy. They are, in parts, cheesier than the queso dip at our last girls’ sleepover. But they’re also charming and endearing and oh, so entertaining.

Go see New Moon. I recommend attending with a gaggle of girls as part of the total Twilight experience. The gasps and giggles and sniffles of emotion are at least as diverting as what’s going on up on the screen. And if you can’t find a whole gaggle, just take me. I’m already looking forward to seeing it again.

(Go Team Edward!)




What is it about vampires?

From Angel to Edward to Mick St. John, we seem to be in a love affair of long standing with the whole “children of the night” genre.

Last night I got together with some girlfriends to go see the new movie, Twilight, based on the novel by Stephenie Meyer.  It’s your basic teenage vampire-human love story, replete with adolescent angst, transcendent romance, and the dichotomy of good and evil as it applies to the somewhat reluctantly undead.

I liked it.

As always, the book was better–but overall I was happy with the casting and the plot progression in the movie.  And the scenery was breathtaking, a lush vindication for those of us who choose to live in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest.  From Forks to Port Angeles, the movie did a good job of capturing the homegrown feeling of small town Washington.

Beyond that, I’ve been thinking about the movie’s romantic element.  Perhaps it’s merely an embodiment of the classic “unavailable guy” mystique, or echoes of the star-crossed lovers in Romeo and Juliet, but I think there’s more to it than that.  For one thing, the typical vampire half of the vampire-human romantic pairing is a “good” vampire, or one that battles his compulsion to…well, do what vampires do.  He overcomes his inclinations, sacrificing his own needs for the sake of others.  Knowing the awesome destruction within his power, we admire his restraint, his selflessness.  Second, he has amazing abilities.  Shades of the superhero: super speed, super hearing, super strength (and, of course, super great hair).  He can do what we only wish we could, and when we have him in our corner, we, too, feel invincible, protected.  And then there’s the epic love–a love that is not only drawing in idealistic teenage girls, but has grown women sighing in soulful yearning in bookstores and theaters across America.  It is unconditional.  It is everlastiing.  It is unshakeable.  Forever love.

I think there’s something in each of us that longs to be seen, known, and loved by someone (Someone?) greater than we are.  I may be digging too deep for meaning here, but in the popularity of the Twilight books, in the acclaim of the Smallville and Roswell TV series, in the runaway success of a legion of superhero movies, I see yet another tiny reflection of our universal longing, our sehnsucht.

What do you think?

Bits and Pieces


*I’d like to give a shout out to my awesome friend, Regina J, who, when she heard that I had finished the first three books in the Twilight series, offered to loan me her copy of the fourth one, but instead secretly went and ordered me my very own copy from Amazon. It arrived yesterday in the company of yet another book by the same author that I’ve been wanting to read! The riches!

How lovely is that? Of course, this means I’ll have to stop teasing Regina about her “allergy” to the post office (she usually saves up Christmas and birthday gifts between visits and showers us with them all at once and in person), since that nearly pathological aversion is probably partly responsible for the two beautiful new hardbacks sitting on my bookshelf right now.

And oh, they smell delicious! (Come on! I know I’m not the only book sniffer out there.)

*Today I got to talk with the mother of one of my new students. She wanted to meet me before finalizing her daughter’s enrollment in kindergarten. We had a nice visit and I tried not to feel like I was being tested as I answered questions about the curriculum and myself. (I think I’d give myself a B+.) So there you have it: I’ve already convinced one parent that I am an honest-to-goodness, bona fide teacher! Now I just have to convince a room full of five year olds and I’m gold.

*Speaking of teaching, Jen came in to the school today to officially pass the torch, showing me where to find all the supplemental teaching materials, answering the first hundred of my thousand questions, and revealing the top secret hiding spot for Kathy’s chocolate stash (you don’t keep track of how much is in there, do you, Kathy?) I feel like I’m stepping into big shoes, but Jen’s confidence in me also bolstered my own. And I have her cell phone number, for when I remember those other 900 questions.

*I just cracked open an egg for the veggie omelet I was making for lunch, and it had two yolks. Two yolks! Cool, huh? If I was Caroline Ingalls, I could charge Mrs. Oleson extra for that one.