meganiwish

I watched a film version of Jane Eyre today which was almost good (a rare thing), but then it fell at the last hurdle and turned into a love story involving Jane and Mr Rochester, like they all do. None of the film makers seem to see the subtitle 'An Autobiography'. And Jane, of course, is not just a woman, but woman personified. She (woman) loves him (man) because of his rough edges, and the fact that he's aware of them. (A bit like Scout likes men because of the way the spit and cuss. Harper Lee must have had a reason for making Scout a girl, and the story would work just as well with a boy. Actually, To Kill a Mockingbird is written as an autobiography too.) Jane's cousin, St John, is more classically a worthy man, but has no awareness of woman.

I'd never doubt you, especially with a name like that!

I'll have to be more discreet next time I'm contemplating an art heist.

I'm intrigued as to what the job is. I'd assumed it was something to do with medicine. Have you already started it? Does that mean you're finished with college? The trick, I find, with shabby managers is to be all the more determined to do the job right. And really learn the meaning of the phrase 'water off a duck's back'. Comes a point you can take everyone as you find them. I puzzled for ages about your emoticon . It stood for 'less than a teacher, greater than a dinner lady'. Megan x

I've always assumed they do, but maybe they're just baffled and think I'm weird. Perhaps I am. I trade mostly in words and have always longed to write beautiful language that paints vivid pictures and plays emotions like a harp. Imagine the dismay I felt on finding out that the best I can do is make puns and point out the incongruous. Victoria Wood instead of Sylvia Plath. There's a sorry epitaph.

Is it darker in Maine than here? I rarely get out of town and we have lots of horrible yellow street lights that fill the sky. I read a thing not long ago about the prospect of the universe being infinite. It was to do with there being a finite number of ways youcan organise molecules, so an infinite universe must contain an infinite number of earths exactly the same - same teacup on the table, same faded dry flowers on the mantelpiece. It made me sad to think that there's an infinite number of Megans and that everything that's gone wrong for me is going wrong for them too. Interesting that it's only just occurred to me that all the things that went right are going right for them too. Somehow that doesn't seem to make up for it. I guess I'm no Pollyana.

Love your Essex girl joke. Yes, we do blond too. In the eighties, Essex girls were known for weaaring white stillettos. These days I think fake tan is their trademark. Years ago, I stood with a colleague watching my daughter and her best friend get into her best friend's dad's 1960s Ford Zephyr. My colleague, a girl from Essex, said, "I'd feel like a princess being driven in that car." I said, "You can take the girl out of Essex, but you can't take Essex out of the girl.". Is there anywhere in the states like that?

Me too. Lovely to talk to a real gentleman

No, I'm afraid I haven't read any Louise Erdrich, but I will look some out. Of course, when I talk about what young people should read, like anyone my age I mean what I think they should read, which equally means what I've read. One of my favourite modern authors is Joanne Harris (Chocolat, Blackberry Wine etc) but I also like John Grisham, who I think has a Harper Lee quality to his writing. And Audrey Niffeneger has such a way with making you love the characters and suspension of disbelief. It's quite magical. I'd love to be a writer like that, but I can't come close. I'm a better reader than I am writer, and no-one wants to know about that

No, Wagner only had an 8 and a 3, a losing hand, whatever my son says. (It's his 'lucky' hand, and from experience I know it means he's going to be asking me for money I don't have)

Oh dear, how did I miss heel/heal? What about mule/mewl?

Oh dear, I have patronised you, and I didn't mean to. No, I just meant there's stuff I know the boys like, and so do I, but I'm aware I don't quite get it. As a for instance, Thin Lizzy are fun, but Running Back, say, well I mean, 'I never thought you'd go until you did, belive me.' And he expects to be forgiven. But fair do, did anyone know the mind of the 14 year old boy better than Phil Lynnott? So what do you play that makes you cry? PM me if you like on that. Are you a guitarist or what? Oh, so much I'd like to ask you. My daughter,who plays sax, tells me musicians despise singers. No discipline. (Oh dear, maybe you're a singer.) How do musicians tell if the stage is level?

Oh dear, I'm ubiquitous. I don't think I like infinity much. But I love that bit of physics where it reaches the edge and becomes mystical. You could play Joni Mitchell to that.

Oh dear, that last post reads like I think Debussy did The Ace of Spades. When we all know it was Lemmy did Clair de Lune.

Oh no, no sensory overload. It's just my normality, I can't imagine it any other way. A while ago I visited the UK Synaesthesia Association (I kid you not) web site. Part of their home page is written in sort of dark aqua marine text and I was surprised how difficult I found it to read. I never realised how much I use the colours when I read. But the coloured text interfered with the colours of the words. I was once planning to write a novel using the colours to paint pictures. Typical of me, I couldn't decide to start with a poem. Well, that's because I'm a rubbish poet. But I soon realised that I didn't have the skill and no-one would get it anyway. I'm going to have to go on a search now, because I can't remember what I wrote about the Mona Lisa, unless you're enough of a gentleman to remind me. You're so kind, I should give you something. Here it is; in my head your username is a sort of metallic silver/blue. Hope you like it. Megan

Oh yes, I see that you have. Sorry!

Oh, I'm too fond of being mischievous to stop. Sometimes it's more fun when most people miss it. Where a clown likes to get a laugh, I've always preferred the complicit look across a room full of people. But I can't resist the obvious either. You're a centre forward too, aren't you? Send them over and I'll head them in. And there's still a bit of the seven year old girl in me that loved those 'What's wrong with this picture' things where there'd be stuff like a businessman wearing flippers and goggles in the street or a dog wearing wellies for you to spot.

Oh, you put that so well. I'm going to steal it from you. You know, when I read, my head is just full of colours. I love reading. But it works with speech too. I love being talked to. It's less good when I speak, so I listen a lot.

Pop quiz being unexpected, yes, I can see that. Quiz in Britain is always questions for fun. Did you used to make those foldy paper things when you were a kid? The kids I taught did, as did we. They called them Colour changers. I think water hyacinth would be a better name. Maybe REM just had very weird childhoods. Wen used to get a lot of power cuts when i was little, and would play games where you remember a river with every letter of the alphabet, then a country, etc. Wondered if named by a poet was similar

Por supuesto, estare muy contenta darte la oportunidad de praticar el espanol, pero voy a aconsejar que lo reservemos por la mayor parte para conversciones que tengamos con Roxyinheels. Asi las dos aprenderemos mejor. Como ya he dicho, mi espanol es algo anticuado. Y ademas, ya estoy acostumbrada a hablarte en ingles. De acuerdo?

Sorry, my last reply sounded very self centred. Actually, dreamy ethereal is a good description of me. I'm going to look him out. Thank you.

Still can't work out how to get to you in private. Sorry, you're the green bust again. I'm feeling very sad and I want a friend. Do you know "Will You" by Hazel O'Connor, from the album Breaking Glass? I had that tonight, and he politely said goodnight

Thank you for the compliment/complement. Have you/ewe/yew heard/herd the one/won about the wine/whine seller/cellar who/Hooe (it's a village near me) would/wood sell/cell your/yore/you're/yaw son/sun a draught/draft of ale/ail for/four eight/ate pearls/purls? I deal in words, and all the different spellings are different colours in my head, so I can find them easily.

Thank you for your :-). I'm in need of a :-) today.

Thank you for your kind message. I make it a point not to judge anyone. As for the friend request, again, thank you. I only make friends with people I've talked to. I haven't had that pleasure yet with you, so for now I'll have to decline, though in the future, who knows. Good luck, and I''l look out for your posts.