Walkin' and Talkin'

[rolanni]

...and in the interest of walkin' later, I'm about to retire to the Blue Chair again.

Yesterday, as the alert reader will have surmised from the above, was mostly spent in the Blue Chair, with Sabu and a couple issues of Portland magazine for company. Scrabble was mad!with!delight! to find me typing! in the Most Favored Chair, expressing this delight by falling on her head and doing somersaults all over the keyboard, butting me in the stomach and trying to steal my stylus. This has introduced some interesting plot twists into the story I was working on.

Portland Magazine is a big, slick, graphically gorgeous, information-lite publication, great for when your brain is on muscle relaxants; and, despite the liteness of the information on offer, I have learned some very valuable things from Portland Magazine:

1. If you have money enough, and time, you can have anything you want.

OK, one thing.

Last evening, kinzel and I settle down to view the BBC's version of "The Taming of the Shrew." Alas, the ...rapid... delivery from the Young Person playing Lucentio made most of his dialog unintelligible. We shut it off in frustration after about ten minutes and opted for Celebrity Train Layouts instead. Note to self: Rent "Kiss Me, Kate."

Comments

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

Closed captions. They aren't just for the hearing-impaired. If your tv is post-1994, you can turn them on in cases where the delivery of dialogue is incomprehensible.

I'm told it's one way to figure out whatthehell Homer Simpson is saying.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Closed captions.

We actually did go back the beginning of the DVD to turn on the English subtitles -- and found that we then had a choice of reading the text or watching the actors. I read pretty fast, but -- not that fast.

I'm told it's one way to figure out whatthehell Homer Simpson is saying.

I don't know if I'm ready for enlightenment on this scale...

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

That's right, reading/watching is a skill. Never thought of that. I don't have a choice, so Just Do It. It must be similar to how interpreters function--in the ears, out the mouth, though in this case it's two different feeds through the eyes.

Is Homer Simpson a bodhisattva? Is the world ready for that concept?

[galeni.livejournal.com]

That's how I watch things, too, with the captioning on. I hate not catching the jokes, the subtleties, and captioning lets me do that. But yes, I'm good at reading and watching at the same time.

Finally I could understand John Cleese's Frenchman in Holy Grail, after I turned on the captioning. Before that...gibberish. My ears don't resolve sounds into words rapidly (can't understand most song lyrics), and captioning helps.

Kiss Me, Kate! With Bob Fosse. Yes! His first choreography in a film. And the DVD is colour-restored and it's FABULOUS. Yes, I own it.