My sister’s coming home!

Not the sister in New Orleans (she is already home), and not the sister who sometimes comments on this blog to offer me books and make lawyer-like objections to my turns-of-phrase (she is busy learning things in New England), but the littlest sister, the one who is studying abroad in Old England.  She’s coming home! and I am glad that she is, because I have just about reached the end of my tolerance for watching movies without her.

When Social Sister and I are together, we have this tendency to say the same things over and over, with increasing excitement and expanding very, very slightly on what we have said previously.  For us it is a lot of fun; for those around us, maybe less fun, so we really try to tone it down when we are in company.  Here is a sample of the sort of conversation we have, and if you think I am exaggerating, ask anyone who knows us, and they will tell you that if anything?  I am making us sound more intelligent than we actually sound.

Jenny: Ewan McGregor is adorable.
Social Sister: Ewan McGregor is adorable.
J (to anyone else present): We love Ewan McGregor.
SS: Yup, we love Ewan McGregor.  We miss Ewan McGregor.
J: Ewan McGregor should be in more stuff.
SS (indignantly): He’s never in anything anymore!  I miss him!
J: I miss him too!  James McAvoy gets all his parts now!  James McAvoy is all, Oh, look at me, I’m an adorable Scottish actor who plays earnest.  I’m the new Ewan McGregor.
SS (shaking her fist): James McAvoy. But I love him.
J: Yeah, me too.  I love him too.  James McAvoy.
SS: Remember how cute he was with his haircut in Atonement?
J: I love that haircut.
SS (to anyone else present): We love that haircut.
J: Yeah, we have a total crush on that haircut.
SS: We think it’s the cutest haircut ever.
J: We would love anyone as long as they had that haircut.  We would love Matthew Broderick if he had that haircut.
SS: I would never love Matthew Broderick.
J: Me either, Matthew Broderick sucks.  But I love James McAvoy!
SS: I love Ewan McGregor too!
J: Ewan McGregor is adorable.
SS: When they were filming the light-saber scenes in Star Wars, he kept making the light-saber sound effects. George Lucas was like, stop, stop, we’re putting the sounds in later, but Ewan McGregor just couldn’t stop.
J: Why isn’t he around anymore?  He’s in The Ghost Writer but I can’t go see The Ghost Writer!  I’m not supporting a creepy child rapist with money from my bank account!
SS: Yeah, me either.  Gross.
J: Ewan McGregor is so cute.  Why can there only be one adorable Scottish actor at a time?

(By the way, IMDB says that Ewan McGregor was in four films last year and is set to be in three this year, whereas James McAvoy has one in 2009 and one in 2010.  Social Sister and I have been lamenting Ewan McGregor’s replacement in film by James McAvoy, while still copping to liking James McAvoy better, since around 2006; and we are not bothered by trivial details, “facts” if you will, that render our laments absurd.)

If you think that the above conversation seems a) circular and b) endless and c) pointless, I’d like you to bear in mind two things.  One, we have had variants of this conversation about six hundred times already so it’s even more pointless than it seems; and two, unless something interrupts us, we will keep talking like this until you start bleeding from the ears and fall down dead in front of us, and when that happens?

Social Sister: Oo, this is just like in Firefly when those dudes had that thing
Jenny: Whatever happened to those dudes?
SS: I know, they just vanished for the movie!
J: Too bad Zoe wasn’t there on Ariel.  Zoe could’ve totally taken those dudes.
SS: That is for reals.  Zoe is a BAMF.
J: Zoe is a BAMF.  And she’s hot.
SS: She is so hot.
J: Have you seen her ankles?  Those are good ankles to have.
SS: She does have nice ankles.  Remember when she was Jasmine?
J: And she was hotter than anyone has ever been?
SS: And Angel sang Barry Manilow to her?
J: Angel.
SS: Angel.
J&SS: (rousing chorus of Angel theme song)

You can see how I would miss this when she is far away.