I think recent first-time (and likely last-time) commentor Hansie said it best in response to LatchKey Wife's Top Five Twilight Characters Who Will Not Be Gettin' In Ma Pants post -
Hansie said: You guys are TOTALLY addicted, moggy, insane, did I mention addicted. Some serious psychological problems here.I don't even know what "moggy" means, and after looking it up, I'm still confused. She either called us mutt cats, pussy cats, or actual vaginas. Or possibly cigarettes. Or "a tall male, who is a good hugger and lacks the ability to view himself in a positive way" (hmmmm...). Or an obese gay man. It all depends on how far I am willing to scroll down over at Urban Dictionary. There was also something about sex and tuna fish, but that was "moggy style," which is apparently something very different. Regardless, I like the way the word sounds and I am just going to start using it randomly and let the chips fall where they may.
But excitement-wise, this actually got me going for some inexplicable reason. Maybe it was just because I needed rescuing from The Mondays, but it did the trick. Fine, fine, so I am probably not ever going to be so excited again that my hands actually shake when I rush to Fandango to purchase my months-in-advance tickets to a midnight screening and I am so amped up that I accidentally buy tickets for the wrong theater (I'm looking at you, New Moon), but this little clip made my day despite the fact that
1) I have no doubt that this movie (and the one after it) will be total train-wrecks
2) WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS HOLY HAVE THEY DONE TO CARLISLE'S HAIR?! (there are rumors - semi-validated rumors! - that we will be regaled in Forks with first-hand accounts of how much PFach hated his look in these movies - stay tuned!)
Until someone more talented than us screencaps this entire 15-second clip (and we get around to finding said screencaps), please pause-and-play to your little hearts content. I know I did!
My blow-by-blow thus far, after approximately 137 viewings, with 9,635 pauses throughout -
OK so there's Bella clutching her concave abdomen and pretending she's spied a bump (they should have at least fed her lots of fibrous foods before they shot this scene), and Edward looking like he just smelled something foul in the air after she ate said meal of really fibrous foods. Those vampire super-senses can be a real bitch sometimes.
Then there's Carlisle... I don't even know what to say about what is going on with that brassy, badly-styled, heading-into-dangerous-Flock-of-Seagulls/late-1980s-territory piece of poo on that poor man's head. And I guess in theory I am glad that someone fired whoever has been responsible for applying that same shade of Maybelline mauve lipstick that I fancied in high school to every one of the Cullens in the first three movies (they must have bought a lifetime supply, because I think they stopped production of that shade some time in 1991), but Carlisle's looking decidedly corpse-y, adding insult to injury. Not good. Then again, maybe PFach just fled the makeup trainer preemptively, since Edward still has that lovely purple puss. It's moggy, don't you think?
Why do they have what appears to be a whiteboard set up in the Cullen house??? Don't vampires have perfect memory and all that jazz??? Are they keeping Bella entertained with round after round of "Hangman"??? (Spoiler: Alice cheats.)
The wolves are back to being the size of smallish Shetland ponies, not hulking draft-horses. The Great Dane I used to feed my bologna sandwiches to at the bus stop in grade school so that it didn't eat me was more imposing.
Five minutes and twenty-some-odd more clips views later, and that's all I've got! What say you? Are you psyched? On the fence? Preparing your signs to picket the uglification of poor, mistreated Peter Facinelli? Get moggy with it in the comments!