Days go by and still I think of you
Given in the lines, written in the pages
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Day 11- The Book that made you fall in love with reading
Ah, reading. Blessing and curse. I've already read the two books I checked out this week. Reading is like heroin, I guess. My own personal brand of heroin (GAG!)
I have always been in love with reading since day one of my life... so no one particular book gets this honor.
Day 12- A book so emotionally draining you couldn't complete it or had to set aside for a bit
Yeah, this day is one that I hate to admit ... that I couldn't power through, but the book was called "Damage" and I have no real inclination to say more about it. I couldn't even tell you who it's by.
Rented The Neverending Story and watched it with kiddo. That child, she's a hardcore little girl. I used to get scared by G'mork... not her. And in the Swamps of Sadness, she's shouting at Atreyu, "Don't be afraid! It's just a turtle!"
Hell, I was tearing up whenever the Ivory Tower was on the screen... Kiddo's contemplating her navel. She liked it though, but I don't think it beats My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic in her mind.
And the following is for all you Bon Jovi lovers (I'm looking at you TexaG!) and appreciators of the great years of Techno... I submit the sublime Orbital for Fun Video Friday
The higher of these two numbers below indicates which side of your brain has dominance in your life. Realising your right brain/left brain tendancy will help you interact with and to understand others.
NotAboutCake had this quizzie on her blog and I thought, 'what the hell, why not?' I thought other stuff too, but my brain is apparently too complicated to allow me to express myself with appropriate verbiage, er, words. That and I don't feel like recollecting the leaps in logic from Point A to Point 138. You understand.
To all my Canadian blog visitors... I'm so sorry for your loss. The loss of enjoying this post in its fullness. Because you're being limited. BUT FIGHT THE POWER MY GOOD MAN!
A French band, Air, had a song that I played when I was a college radio DJ at OU. Sexy Boy was the song. Simple, sensual, evocative. Here you go.
You remember that I went to a movie Wednesday, yeah? I heard this damn song but it wasn't my song! It was cover of it for an Axe commercial.
You remember the first time you saw an Axe commercial? You remember laughing at it the once? Because, you know, women and men crap...that's some funny shit! BWAHSHSHAAAHAHAH! Ahem.
So I got to be in an auditorium full of geriatrics who've never seen an Axe commercial in their life! I was there for their collective first laugh. It was a beautiful feeling. Like feeling someone else's orgasm. It was special for me too.
I share now with you what they enjoyed.
In all honesty, I giggled at the boy who popped his gum. I was premature. <Insert sexual prowess joke here, wait for laughs>
And because I want to do your YouTube legwork for you, I've also provided you the cover song without commercial.
Oh jebus. I'm a sucker for anything with a cello, a violin, and the Vienna Boys choir.
Finally got to see 'The King's Speech' today...was sold out last week. Pffft.
I wish I had a Lionel Logue in my pocket a few years back for my kid brother. I won't review the movie because I did way too much of that in college and it is most likely that most of you have already seen it. I will say that I loved that they used a German composer's music in the climax...you know, where Bertie addresses the BRITISH EMPIRE (all of it) about how might is not right, specifically in regards to DAS DEUTCHELANDERS or Germans as I'm sure they prefer to be called.
Yes, Symphony #7 is totally evocative of George VI's closing his eyes and thinking of England moment. At least for me. Because, you know, England declared war on Germany just prior. Or does Beethoven transcend Nationalism?
Also, I dunno if I was the only American in the audience. But given that there were times when I was the only one laughing, specifically, at the part where Bertie calls his family a "firm", well, maybe I was. But I've got a penchant for laughing in movies even when no one else does. Call it hereditary. I was, with Ruth, one of the handful of "young people" in the audience. Everyone else was at least sixty or older. And the place was jam-packed. Wednesdays at 3pm...Goldie Oldies.
Last night was My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding night again. This time, Ruth and I were Sensible Ladies. I took chocolate chip cookies with assorted nuts, she had a plate of cut veggies and carmelized onion tartlets ready to go. I drank tea with milk (blechegads) because I'm nice and that's how I roll. Roll over.
A Sensible Solution to last week's Overthetopness
Really, tea with milk isn't bad... I didn't add the sugar. Idiota! I <3 carmelized onion tarts now. And my baking is ohsoawesome! Thanks to Nestle Toulouse. Please tell me that you remember that episode of Friends. I think last week, some of you got to experience some lovely pictures of me after I got home from last Tuesday's MBFGW watcheroo. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. But (over)indulgence was the word last week, not so this week. This week, we're Sensible Ladies again as evidenced by Exhibit A above.
Making da cookies. Gratuitous picture of progeny.
So, Gypsies and Travellers? Yeah. They still come across as crazy. Each week's a gift! I despise their anachronistic posturing but adore their persistence against adverse conditions. Last night's episode was a bit all over the place, so I'll just talk about the boys that were followed by the documentary crew. They were asked if they respected women.
Boys: "Oh yeah, sure. Yeah."
Interviewer: "As much as you might respect a man?"
Boys: "No. No way. That's a different respect, you know, like?"
The boys admitted to roughing up girls to get a kiss. When asked if they thought the girls might like that, they said they reckoned not. As we watched them preen and get ready for Appleby where they went to "hunt for women", Ruth and I both thought they looked like 1950s thugs. {snapping} Boy, boy, crazy boy. Keep cool, boy.
Ruth's mom came along with us to see the movie and on the way, I shared this letter that was dropped off through the mail slot in the door. I wanted to see if Ruth's mom thought what I thought. She had a photography business once upon a time and photographed a few of these Traveller weddings...so, really, she's my reachable expert.
Click to enlarge. Note the rampant grammatical errors. I mean, I'm not the greatest self editor when I'm streaming conscious but, it made me nostalgic for Nigerian scammers.
And she did think what I think. It's from a Traveller! I'm hunkering down at the window tomorrow to watch for them!
China's national news program is using Top Gun as military footage. Are they lazy? Is it indicative that they don't have a military? Of course it isn't the first time this has happened.
25 years. I loved this movie then, I love it now, cheese and all. I was scared of intimidated by this guy while still attracted as hard as a six-year old can be:
I think I made the right choice. And this love affair has lasted for 25 years. I'd like to thank my mom for renting that damn movie over and over, along with Top Gun, The Neverending Story and the cartoon about the spacebear named Teddy. Oh, and the Care Bears movies also.
I went to a karaoke night here when we first arrived...oh, I'd say within the first few weeks. I sang David Bowie songs. I rock 'China Girl' and 'Suffragette City' every chance I get. I wouldn't say it went over well; the regulars liked my version of 'Mack the Knife' best and even then it was only a lukewarm clapping.
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