I didn’t actually have that many nightmares when I was a kid (supposedly they’re the most common in 5 – 12-year-olds), mostly because I would have daymares. Side note: I just discovered that daymare is a legitimate word.  Continue reading


Moved to Tears

Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry? Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!

Oh man, am I a cry-baby when it comes to the arts. I used to play it tough, but that was before I finally admitted to myself that I might someday become like my mother. The end of that rebellious phase led to the new and improved Sobbing Siena.

I don’t cry at everything. When a friend of mine recommended that I read The Fault in Our Stars, she told me that if I wasn’t sobbing by the end, I had no soul. Guess I have no soul. Don’t get me wrong; I absolutely loved the book and that ending filled me with all the emotions a good book should invoke, but it just didn’t spark any tears.  Continue reading

Cast Change

You’ve just been named the casting director of your favorite television show (or movie franchise). The catch: you must replace the entire cast — with your friends and family. Who gets which role?

I actually considered choosing Game of Thrones for this prompt… then I thought better of it. Basically I’d be killing all of my friends and family off, and the only thing better is to be eternally lost in some part of a forest or to be incestual twins. Or they can all be Hodor.

So I have several problems to overcome. Any TV show that I am currently in love with is most likely one made by Joss Whedon. I’m a bit obsessed. And the problem (or rather lack thereof) with Whedon’s shows are that his casting is superb. I could not imagine his characters being played by any other actors. His characters are also so specific and so unique, it’s hard to just pick out any person in my life and stick them with that specific role, because it’s not like they’re playing a high school jock or the badass mofo — they are Mal, Buffy, Angel, etc.  Continue reading

Matters of Taste

When was the last time a movie, a book, or a television show left you cold despite all your friends (and/or all the critics) raving about it? What was it that made you go against the critical consensus?

I’m in New Mexico!! Which is totally unrelated but I thought I should explain any upcoming posts that are really late since I’m in a new time zone.

I have a habit of doing the opposite of what this post is talking about. I am that person who will obsess over those movies that everyone else said was “alright” and hate to say that I was disappointed by a movie. In general, if it disappointed me, it disappointed everyone else. Continue reading

Can’t Watch This

When was the last time you watched something so scary, cringe-worthy, or unbelievably tacky — in a movie, on TV, or in real life — you had to cover your eyes?

I can’t remember exactly the last time I closed my eyes because 1. I avoid truly scary movies like the plague, and 2. cringe-worthy things are fascinating; no matter how gruesome or disgusting something is, the more my eyes are peeled open. Why else would I love shows like Dexter, Bones, and Castle? I promise I’m not crazy.

The last time I really remember closing my eyes was when I was watching Star Wars: Episode II with my family. I was maybe seven or eight at the time, and my brother around five or six. At the part where Anakin and Padme kiss for the first time, my little brother and I did what we always did at a scene we deemed “too inappropriate” for our innocent eyes: we covered each other’s faces and giggled the whole way through.

I guess the main reason I find this story funny is because that kiss is so kid-friendly compared to what goes on in TV shows and movies nowadays. You could say my brother and I had sheltered childhoods, but boy am I glad I never ran into something like Dexter way back then. I’m also glad Star Wars: Episode III came out when it did, because I don’t think my eight-year-old self would’ve been able to handle that scene when Anakin is crawling out of the lava. Ten-year-old Siena could handle it though. No need to cover my eyes that time.