Just finished watching, as per usual for my Tuesday evening, QI. The first episode ever, and it wasn't actually very interesting. Just rather crude. I don't think I learned anything new except that the Archbishop of Canterbury is deaf in his left ear. Useful stuff. Got my grandparents to watch the first two episodes of Jeeves and Wooster with me and I think they liked it.
The cat went up to the screen and put her paws on Bertie's face at one point, which was mildly hilarious, considering she's never paid any attention to the TV before. I loooooved watching Grandad and Grandma figuring out what had happened three minutes before darling Wooster did and their chortles when he caught up.
I made soup yesterday and left it on whilst I had a bath and forgot about it. Grandma heard it sizzling (yep, sizzling. Not a good sound for soup) and called me in. Dear reader, it was a brown crust on the floor of the saucepan with a soup bone sitting forlornly like a whale whose pool at Seaworld has been drained by evil terrorists. Buuuuuut, I put water and vegetables and barley in the pot this afternoon and just swallowed down two bowls of the stuff. One of the best soups I've ever concocted... isn't that befuddling? And I couldn't do it again if I tried.
Just been listening to the soundtrack from The Last of the Mohicans (on YouTube) whilst I type this. I hated that movie, hated it so much. Daniel Day Lewis looked like a git. I don't care whether his acting was award-worthy or whatever, Hawkeye is the most annoying male character in film and literature. Just look at him in this picture. I know he's meant to be all 'ooo, gorgeous abs!' but to me it just looks silly. I mean, the two main Indians are not going about in loincloths - they look sensible and sane and respectably clothed - why does the stupid white guy stand there in his underwear? The guy on his left doesn't look like an idiot, despite the loincloth thing (it makes sense for him to wear one, as a Native American it's his culture. And it just doesn't look silly) but that doesn't make Lewis look any less embarrassingly like he's been caught disrobing.
This film is the reason I've never watched Braveheart or Gladiator. Yep, I'm more a fan of the kind of period film in which everyone swans around wearing glorious clothes, dancing til dawn and smouldering at each other through marvellously well-manicured eyebrows. Not films in which the heroes are brutally maimed and the women who did briefly get to swan around in glorious clothes end up being slain horribly. Even though The Last of the Mohicans made me feel like jumping off a cliff myself (only people who have seen it will get the pun) it has an EPIC soundtrack. All those violins! Delicious! Should I post the last scene here? *Chews fingernails* It's not family friendly, I'm afraid, and a terrible plot spoiler for those of you who may someday actually view this ghastly creation... but it has seven minutes of pure soundtrack over the top of the pretty depressing action. *Surfs YouTube indecisively* I know! I won't put the end clip here (although I will give you a link. But that's not the same) - but I won't give you just soundtrack either. Somebody's done a clip with Irish dancing! Yay! This I can watch without imagining a tomahawk in my guts. Even if you don't like Irish dancing (and how could you not?), just listen to the music. Feel the awesomeness just sailing out at you. (Weirdly, it's one of those songs that just sound fantastic in different ways when covered by different people with different interpretations of it... click on all the links, I dare you. But not at the same time! The last one is pure adorableness.)Well I don't think I'm going too far, Jeeves, when I say that this just about takes the giddy biscuit!
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