thefirstcaro: (off to canada)
Support Your Local Sherrif is on Sky Movies right now. I absolutely heart this film so much. No matter how many times I see it, it always makes me laugh. It's like Hot Fuzz in that respect.
James Garner reminds a bit of David Boreanaz in this. Can't quite put my finger on why.

I'm glad it does me laugh actually because it's been one of those days.

thefirstcaro: (lois & clark)
Christmas went well, It was drama free and the dogs behaved themselves excellently when we had visitors in the house, a fact that astounded my mother and myself no end, considering they were off the scale when it came to misbehaving earlier in the week. Trying to walk them was a battle royale of wills between us and I will freely admit that after each walk, I came home and cried in the bathroom to release the tension and frustration. They're seven months old, of course they're going to test me, I'd just rather it wasn't when I'm trying to teach them to walk to bloody heel! Anyway, they're in a good behaviour phase at the minute so I'll take any small victories I can. My aunt and my cousin arrived on Christmas Day, as planned. I think my cousin thought she was in for a hellish couple of days as she's not a dog person, but I thanked her for her patience when they were jumping around her when she'd be in the kitchen and I'd be re-emphasising the whole 'do not want!' as regards that behaviour. I could tell that surprised her and later on when they were doing it again, I apologised and she said "Oh it's fine. The more new situations they're in, the more they learn what you expect from them", which surprised me!

I got Russell T. Davies' The Writers Tale from my mother. It's a series of emails between RTD and journalist Benjamin Cook when RTD was writing series 4 of Doctor Who and launching series 3. It's very interesting to see how the series evolved from what RTD originally thought up and what he changed because of actor availibility or budget issues or because he simply changed his mind about the story. She surprised me as well with a Sony micro stereo system. My last one broke a couple of years ago and I never bothered replacing it, relying instead on my MP3 player. It's so neat and dainty and fits in nicely on my beside table.

I went to see Twilight last weekend. It was...different to what I'd expected. I went with a friend of mine who isn't very enamoured with the books either and we agreed that Movie Bella and Edward were a bit more tolerable than their book counterparts. We also agreed that there should have been more Billy Burke because he was a lot of fun and there were some nice moments between him and Kristen Stewart. I still can't believe she's only eighteen. For some reason, I always thought she was older.
While I thought the sparkling was a big let down - I was sitting there waiting for him to start sparkling only to realise he was already doing it - I did like the natural/cinema verite-ness of some of the scenes with Bella/Jacob and the kids at the school, and I must admit that I enjoyed the vampire baseball scene. Once the nomad vamps arrived, it got more interesting for me. There's only so much of Bella and Edward enjoying their special love that I can take in any medium. 
The score has grown on me as well. The track, Bella's Lullaby, is a real favourite. Carter Burwell's piece about it on his website is very interesting. I like reading things like that, the story behind stuff. It's my Gemini traits, the journey, how something came about, I find that kind of thing as fascinating as the end result.

Tomorrow I'm meeting three friends of mine from college. We keep in touch but we don't often get the four of us in the one place at the one time so we're doing lunch and having a major gossip. Am really looking forward to it.

thefirstcaro: (howl's moving castle howl)
Today was one of those days where everything just pissed me off, regardless of how irrational it was. It wasn't helped though by the rotten mist that alternated with heavy rain where a person had to wear a heavier jacket than usual in order to stay in any way dry. Of course, it was good and humid so even walking down the end of the road in a long sleeved jacket was just icky. My grandmother was in a bad mood and took it out on me, the dogs seemed to forget every bit of training they got yesterday and by the afternoon, I was ready to put my foot through something. So I decided to remove myself from the situation (luckily it was my mother's afternoon off) and I headed to my grandmother's house where I sat reading quietly for a while. I'm reading Snobs by Julian Fellowes, got it from the library. I'm enjoying it a lot. My Supernatural season 3 boxset arrived today as well. I buy off Sendit.com. They're postage and packing free and as they ship from Jersey, there's no VAT which makes DVD box sets a hell of a lot cheaper than buying them down town. Plus there's a lot of box sets that never seem to be included in sales in the shops, like the Doctor Who sets.

Cinema wise, we got to see Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day and the costumes and sets were fantastic. Really evocative of the book. But they changed quite a bit from the book, especially the ending and I can't say that I felt they were true to the spirit of the book in some respects.

Tonight, I went to see Hellboy 2 with my cousin. I really enjoyed the first one and I liked this one too. I have to say though, Selma Blair left me cold a bit. When they mentioned Antrim, Northern Ireland, a guy in our row said in really loud voice, "Oh, Jesus Christ!" as though in a film about demons, elves and the like, this was the last straw. I don't know what his problem was. I mean, Ireland has a really healthy mythology and more fairy tales than you can shake a stick at and personally, I found it very refreshing that a film mentions Northern Ireland and it's something other than a gritty story about the Troubles.

We've really gotten into watching The Unit. I'd seen it advertised but never watched, until a few weeks ago, I caught an episode by accident. It's on three different channels so we watch those, all out of order mind which makes it a bit confusing. My mother and I end up trying to place them by their hairsyles or whether Tiffy is still having an affair with the Colonel. Our favourite part is when Baines issues a smack down to somebody or other. Damn, he's good. He's definitely what Caesar Milan would call 'calm-assertive'.
thefirstcaro: (neverending story can't talk dorking)
Also, I haven't seen The Dark Knight yet because it doesn't open here until this Thursday. Sometimes I like to wait until the Monday or Tuesday night after a film opens to go see it but I can't do that with this one. It's killing me every now to have to wait and I'm avoiding spoilers as best I can. All the LJ-cuts on my f-list is making my finger itch but I'm not clicking! I think a late show Friday night would be fun and Boston Cousin D is up for it so we might try and rally a few more of us to make it an occasion. D is afraid she'll fall asleep during it but I promised to puck her violently and often in the ribs to make sure she stays awake. I'm just that caring. Hopefully everything will work out and fall into place as we're trying to fit in a trip to the Aran Islands but it might have to be the weekend because, as I just remember this evening, my aunt Noreen has gone home so I'm back on Momo duty when my mother's at work which lessens my free time. But we'll work it out.
The important thing is that I get to see this film this weekend. I can be very flexible about a lot of things but I've wanted to see this for ages and I want to see it as soon as possible. If that means turning into the stereotypical demanding only child, then so be it.
It's for their own good really.

Speaking of films, when I was getting my hair done last week (and reading Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day - a fantastic book, can't recommend it enough!) my cousin Seamus (my hairdresser) started telling me that he'd rented a really great DVD the other night but he couldn't remember the name of it. He couldn't remember anybody in it either so I asked for plot details. He started to say it was about the seventh son of a seventh son who had to find these signs and I had to stop him right there. I did this by putting my head in one hand and waving the other hand about wildly while saying "stop, stop, just stop!" He was giving me a pain in my non existent intestines, he really was. I educated him as to the horrors of the film adaptation and in fairness, he doesn't know the books so guess what he'll be getting this Christmas!

I read On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan this weekend and while it's a brilliantly written book and I was engrossed in it, I can't say I would rank it as a favourite to re-read but that is because I am biased towards a certain type of ending which this did not have. I can see why it didn't and I don't hate it or anything but I was a little like "I need a hug" after I'd finished. Sadly, there was no-one to hug me so I had some chocolate. It was very enjoyable.
thefirstcaro: (bookworm)
I've been busy the last few weeks, not with anything particularly big or pressing (except the Six but apart from keeping them clean, dry and warm, they've been pretty low maintenance) but just with things that had to be done or errands I'd run for my mother because now I can do that kind of thing. I also found a really good butchers in town - we had cocktail sausages, rashers and chips for dinner last Saturday and they were scrumilicious! Yesterday's fillet steak wasn't too bad either. So yay for good purveyors of fresh meat products.

As well as that, I got to see The Incredible Hulk twice - so much love! So of course, I had to order the TV series boxset for season 4. It has the two part episode "Prometheus", which I always remembered seeing on television back in the day but had no idea how it resolved itself. Basically a meteor crashes to earth and David Banner goes to check it out, thinking something has crashed and people might need help. But the meteor contains gamma radiation (oh noes!) so when he hulks out upon stumbling into a hornet's nest and goes to the cabin of the blind woman he'd rescued from drowning, his metamorphosis back goes pear shaped and he's stuck half way! What are the odds, people, what are the odds?! Watching the various seasons, it strikes me that he seemed to end up with some of the most hysterical women roaming about North America at the time. The blind woman gets all whiny and likes to shriek at things, which, fair enough, she's recently blinded and having trouble coping, but her constant "David? David? DAVID?!!!" gets annoying very quickly. Plus she's very handsy and starts groping David Banner in a way that made me wonder just how blind she was. Ending up in situations that make a man change into a green creature who goes about tearing the place up probably would test the mettle of even the best of us, I'll grant you, but remember, this is a man who hulks out over having to deal with the most unhelpful operator in the history of the telephone exchange and not having enough change to make another call.  It's sad then that when David Banner does meet a woman who fails to freak out entirely at what he becomes when enraged, it does not end well. Woes. That end credit music is well chosen. The lonely man indeed.
David Banner would probably do well to meet up with Wesley Gibson in Wanted. He'd have no time to register anger at anything because Wesley and Fox would just zoom in and shoot the shit out of everyone. That was a very enjoyable film, I have to say. So much fun. The evening after that, I took myself off to see The Escapist with Brian Cox and Damien Lewis. Damien Lewis only has a small part in it but he's creepy and dangerous nonetheless. It's a good film, Brian Cox puts in an excellent performance as the prisoner putting together an escape plan.
Last night, we went to see Prince Caspian.  I haven't read the books since I was in fifth class, I was about ten or eleven and I would read them at lunchtime, having borrowed them from the class library. I can't say I was mightily taken with them. I distinctly remember being unimpressed with the final book. So it didn't bother me or even register with me what they'd changed or added in. I thought Ben Barnes was very fine looking, I must say, and I really thought he did the accent a lot better than I've heard done in other films. We were very entertained. There wasn't many at the screening though. We went to the 9.35pm show and I had already gotten the tickets (just in case) and insisted we be there by 9.10 at the very latest in case it was busy. When we (my cousin Seamus and me) arrived, the previous screening was about five minutes away from the end and three other people were sitting outside waiting to go in. But it gave Seamus more time to stand in line and buy the munchies so all to the good.

The other big excitement was the Doctor Who episode: The Stolen Earth. I was on the end of my seat the entire time and I believe the words "Jesus, Mary & Joseph!" escaped my lips at the end, despite my best attempts to be a good Catholic. My mother was watching in the other room and came barging in demanding to know "what the fuck is going on?! why didn't you tell me that was going to happen?!" and that's when I re-educated her as to the concept of being spoiler free! For about five minutes, we could only speak in shocked high pitched voices which meant my grandmother started to freak out thinking that was something bad was going down that we weren't telling her. When I told her it was about aliens on the television, I'm surprised she didn't punch me, she was that disgusted. Heh. So of course, my mother and I had to spend Saturday night and most of Sunday coming up with theories as to what is going to happen next. If we paid as much attention to what's going on in the world, we'd be dynamos for social change.

I managed to make my DVD player region free which was very exciting. If you're us, that is. Now all I need is some Region 1 DVD's. Actually what I need is somewhere to store the DVD's I already have. This house was not built with my future DVD and book collections in mind back in the 1940's. Someone really dropped the ball on that one!
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Yesterday, I took me out of the house for a stroll down town, all part of my "get out of the house and get some fresh air and exercise" regime. I really just browsed  in a few shops and bought a few magazines, one of which was Vogue. That thing is bloody heavy! It nearly knocked the stuffing out of me carrying it around! I still is a bit of a weakling, it seems. I ended up going into McDonalds for a treat and a place to sit and get my breath back and my mother met me and carried the bag of magazines home for me. Naturally I got a bit of a lecture for buying something heavy like that in the first place when I'm healing but it had to be done. My cousin's wedding is coming up in July and I need to find something to wear. This will be a classy wedding, without a doubt.  Wedding outfits will be carefully chosen and hidden away for fear of giving away anything to anyone else. In fact, I overheard two of my aunts talking about they're eschewing bigger department stores like Brown Thomas for smaller boutiques in the county just in case someone buys the same dress as them! Oh noes!
I've accepted the fact that I will not have lost enough weight by the time the wedding rolls around to fit into any of the dresses I have in my wardrobe. Plus it's doubtful that any of those dresses would fit comfortably around the stoma and probably d up enexaggerating the bag. So I'm thinking about getting an A-line or empire line dress, if I can find one, or I might get one made. Just need to find a dressmaker. And a pattern. And material. Yeah, it's time my strolls around the shops had some actual purpose to them. That's one of the reasons I bought Vogue and a few other magazines, to see what was out there fashion wise. I haven't paid much heed to style over the past few years, there wasn't much point as I wasn't going anywhere.
I also got soaked when I was coming home. It absolutely poured and as I was half way home, there was nowhere for me to run into. It got really stormy last night too. Today wasn't much better. I'm enjoying the second Forsyte Saga book. I started watching Kingdom of Heaven, the 4 disc directors extended version. I quite like that film. My mother and I watched The Baker with Damien Lewis yesterday. It's a great laugh, we thoroughly enjoyed it.

In other news, I want to get a cat. I miss having a pet around the place, I really do. I miss having something furry to look after and to play with and to run after when it looked like something was going to pee or crap in the corner. I still want to get a dog later on but right now, I'd love a cat. I haven't had a cat in years. We live on a terraced street, near a main road and our last cat got run over. That broke my heart. So my mother said no more cats. Only now I suggested having an indoor cat, which is easier than it was before because...well mainly because my mother didn't want an indoor cat back then.  And my mother is okay with the idea but before I can get one, I have to find someone who would be able to take care of the cat when we go away for weekends. Not that we'll be heading off every weekend but we are going to Waterford in June for my birthday, there is that wedding in July which is out of town (and everyone we know will be at it) and we'll be going away again in September. So if I want to wait until September, she'll get me a cat and dog the same week. I just don't know if I can wait that long. I've always had a pet around and I miss it. I BLOODY WELL MISS IT!
I love animals, I like having them around and now I'm feeling better and while I mightn't be able to give a dog all it needs right now, I could well cope with a cat. I'm thinking of asking one of my dad's sisters if she'd be willing to be a cat minder for me. She loves animals too. Right now, she has 'adopted' about five stray cats that used to hang around her back garden and feeds them and two of them let her pet them now. But I'm worried it might sound cheeky for me to do that.  I even said to my mother I'd forgo going to the wedding if I thought it would get me a cat quicker but she told me that if I stay home, my grandmother stays home with me. Screw that plan so! Also, my mother has an evil streak!

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