So, we got goosed. And since I'm here in my office waiting for Benny to wake up from his nap so that Ms. A can come and pick me up, I'll play along, Kathleen:
"What Hollywood delivers is presumed to be what the audience wanted, largely based on the economic argument that the industry anticipates and markets to audience demand. Schatz's examples fit unambiguously within single categories (musicals, westerns) and therefore pose few problems about generic placement and interpretation. The reader's decision to purchase a ticket to such a film thus signals their acceptance of a set of conventional expectations about the likely development of the plot or disposition of the characters; once the appropriate genre is identified and accepted, readers simply interpret the narrative according to those conventions."
Yes, Textual Poachers was the nearest book to my right hand. Interestingly enough, there is some connection to science fiction in there. Ah, academic writing. You've got to love it.
And since I don't know what a meme is (and am all around ignorant to meme theory), this goose is going to die here, I think.
Well, we had a really great weekend with Gramma Jo, who selflessly volunteered to stay home with the baby while we went out for a Valentine's Day dinner and movie (Thursday night); spent an evening out at the local public house (Friday night); and got together with friends sans kids for some of the jazz music (Saturday night). We even got to go to a matinée on Sunday afternoon.
Now everything is back to normal, but we do miss our Jo Jo. And not just because she takes such good care of her grandson. She also makes terrific lentil soup! It is soooo nice to have grandparents in town. We can't wait for the arrival of the Abuelos de Pasadena in March. No pressure, though.
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