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Showing posts with label QI. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 13 July 2010

The structure of your tale deceived me for a moment into thinking that it was over.

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!

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

Fighting With My Addiction To Parentheses And Failing.


170th post! Huzzah! (Isn't it a pretty number?) Made smashed potatoes, steak and lebanese beans for my Lee-babies this evening (should go and make my own dinner sometime soon... if I can find any food!); I was singing 'Bring Him Home' in the kitchen whilst I cooked (with big operatic hand flourishes), and Joshy, the second youngest (he's 2), started echoing me on the last note of every line. "Let him beeeeee" - "Beeeeee" "Bring him hoooooome" - "Hooooome"! A-dorable.


Dang. Just missed QI. And tonight's theme was 'Gothic'! The literal exact word for what I'm studying right at this very moment! Argh!
Just got my books for this study period. I love getting parcels. And the book I'm supposed to be finishing this week from last week is only 100 pages long! Score. I should have it down soon - it's a gothic novel of the 1700s, called The Castle of Otranto. Really looking forward to getting into this unit. :)

Why do I have nothing interesting to say? This is really quite depressing. My MP3 is frozen? That's not interesting. Just also depressing.

Borrowed the Les Miserable soundtrack from Marickville library; would so so much love to see it live! The movie with Liam Neeson and Geoffrey Rush is amazing. (Although it's the only movie in which I've ever really hated a character played by Claire Danes.)



Really do recommend it, though I half wish I had read the book first. There seems to be some sort of jinx on me finishing Les Miz - the first time I ordered it at Angus and Robertson the bookshop's computers had a meltdown and I had to wait four weeks instead of two for my copy. Then, when I was halfway through it (and, no joke, it's a seriously hefty volume!) it mysteriously went missing and hasn't been seen since. The second time I decided to order with QBD instead of A&R - my order went missing. I had to re-order. And then, when I was two-thirds through the book, I left it in the backyard and it got rained on! I have another copy now, ages later, but this, unlike the others, is not my usual 'Penguin Classics' edition, so maybe I'll get to read the ending someday... it's an amazing, redemptive story, that much I know. You feel so much for the convict turned philanthropist turned fugitive hero... and also so much for the legalistic, police-inspector anti-hero. Not to mention all the sympathy that 'les miserable' - the miserable people of France themselves - inspire!

Speaking of Victor Hugo. (Yes, we were speaking of him; he wrote the above book.) He also wrote the muchly famous novel: The Hunchback of Notre Dame. (Although the original French is Notre Dame de Paris. Hugo hated the English title because he meant the book to be about the cathedral and its surroundings: it isn't Quasimodo-central) I actually managed to finish this one; long, depressing but fascinating look at depraved human nature. Seriously, I can't in any way see how any person affiliated with Disney could ever have looked at this story and gone 'Hey, what a great idea for a kids' movie!' I only watched it for the first time a few days ago. (With Jayden :D)



Hard as it may be to believe, Frollo is actually more sympathetic in the original. All that stuff he tells Quasimodo is true - about the mother abandoning him and all. In the original book Frollo starts off as a loving older brother/guardian to a juvenile delinquent uni student - a man who takes on the deformed baby foundling out of the goodness of his own heart. It's the gypsy girl, of course, who sets off his long descent into utter depraved craaaaziness. (She is, by the by, a vacuous, shallow airhead, who - spoilers - actually does die at the end.) The plot is tons more complicated than the Disney adaptation. Weird as it sounds, Quasimodo is the changeling child that the gypsies swapped Esmeralda for... so she isn't even really a gypsy. Her own birth mother is the one who betrays her to Frollo at the end - what's worse is that they realise, as the soldiers ride to arrest her, that they're mother and daughter. It's absolutely horrible. Oh, and Phoebus is a totally horrible person who uses Esmeralda and doesn't even remember her name.
The whole Hellfire sequence, (which I shall address shortly), from the Disney one, (in which Frollo struggles with his lust for Esmeralda and decides she shall 'be mine or burn' or words to that effect) happens in monologue/conversation several times: here's a little direct quote for you.

"Then, running, and drawing her after him, for he still kept hold of her, he went straight to the gibbet, and pointing to it: 'Choose between us,' said he, coolly."

Now, as to why anybody would want to make a kids' movie about a mixed up, physically deformed man, a depraved priest, a playboy soldier and an idiot gypsy... I have no idea. Despite cutting out most of the story and quite a bit of the eeeeeevilness, our beloved animating company certainly stepped straight into the deep end with this production. Have you listened to Hellfire? Talk about adult content! Images; words that will trouble children for decades. Basically, no. I won't post it here, profaning my blog with such disturbia. And the rest of it! Seriously depressing stuff! The ugly guy is beaten up in public, the gypsy mother dies in the first five minutes, people are burned alive, nearly hanged, dodgily molested... what the heck? There's even poledancing! Why, Disney, why?

I must go to sleep now. Busy day tomorrow.
Kisses and hugs.



My soul belongs to God I know/I made that bargain long ago/He gave me hope when hope was gone/He gave me strength to carry on!

Friday, 11 June 2010

This news item had come to him not as rare and refreshing fruit but more like a buffet on the base of the skull with a sock full of wet sand.



Hello everyone.

This feels so funny, writing for an unseen, unknown (though, granted, I probably know most of you) audience: did a writing assignment with the boys today in which they had to create characters that kids their own age would like... which was actually quite hard for the boys, who, last writing assignment, respectively created characters named 'Fat Hog' and 'Big Pig'...
I came home early today because of severe nasty gastro-like symptoms that I won't describe in great detail. Let's just say it was not, in any way shape or form, pretty.
Also, re-watched Mulan 2 with Taiya, because she insisted on us watching it together. She cried! My sister cried in a Disney sequel! Bahahahahahaha. I'm never going to let her forget it.



Finished reading 'Orthodoxy'. One of the best books ever. Read it! Read it!

Random clip from QI: this is another moment in which I recommend something absolutely brilliant. Twice in the one blog already!


1000 awesome things, is, by default an awesome website, but I almost cried with happiness at finding this awesome page. I especially recommend the Norah Jones one (in which she bemoans the breakdown of her relationship with the letter 'Y'), the James Blunt one (similar to Norah Jones, except that his friend was a triangle.) and the Feist one. The ones with Robert De Niro, Neil Patrick Harris, and Andrea Bocelli are good too, but a bit weird. The 'Slimey to the Moon' one freaked me out as a kid - Slimey actually never came back, that I remember. Sesame Street holds a very special place in my childhood memory: indeed, I was watching Sesame Street when I lost my first tooth! Happy days.

One thing that has really been worrying me lately is the disturbing reemergence of floral patterened tights. I don't mean groovy, funky tights with cool stuff on them, (like in Jessie's blog) I mean floral patterns. Actually, any kind of pattern. Leopard skin is the worst. Ugh. And apparently the 1990s are coming back into fashion! Only last year I was looking back at some photographs of meself as a young tacker; shuddering in stylistic (and therefore metaphorical) agony at the matching jumper/tights combinations that I wore. Pink and purple zigzags. With flowers on them. The mind reels. And everybody always looked so bad in them. They made your legs look short. They made your legs look fat. They shouted and waved multicoloured flags in the direction of any fat your legs happened to be bearing, be it ever so slight. So why, in the name of all that looks a little bit OK, would anyone in fashion ever wish to relive those years, those horrid years, which seceded the 80s as the second ugliest decade in living memory? I can't say.

Another thing, a fad, a fashion; which, so far as I know isn't coming back: saxophones. And I'm glad. I don't like saxophones. There are few musical instruments that I am actually prejudiced against and one is the saxophone. The sound of a saxophone, to my ears, is what a baby elephant would sound like if you ripped its toenails off, slowly. They don't sound sexy. EVER. End of discussion.




Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Don't believe anything you read on the net. Except this. Well, including this, I suppose.


I am a sad, sad person. To demonstrate: I cried on the bus this evening whilst reading about C. S. Lewis's death... which happened 28 years before I was born. So... yeah. I also just sat down and watched Mulan 2, which wasn't as horrendously bad as I expected it to be. Didn't cry in that, probably because my beloved Lee-babies explained the twist and ending to me beforehand (they love spoilers. I don't know if I'll ever be able to enjoy Harry Potter - if I ever read it - knowing as much as I do now... because of their desire to remove any surprises!)

Bleuhhh. I feel like a deflated beach ball or a romantic poet or something. Somebody hug me! Quickly!

Clap your hands if you believe in fairies!


Today I made a giant pot of spaghetti bolognese, whilst listening to James youtubing National Geographic videos about killer whales and helping Joshua make noodles out of playdough...

Ahaha! Just nipped out, mid-blog, to watch QI . Coz I'm cool like that. The only people I recognised (besides Stephen Fry, whose nose is really really wonky... thanks Monica for pointing that out *incredibly distracted*) were Barry Humphries and Bill Bailey. Apparently the red stuff that oozes out of meat when you cook it isn't blood. It's myoglobin, not haemoglobin, and it does something different to what blood does. I love information!


Argh. I hate these evenings in some ways. My brain is broken - keeps playing the same thoughts over and over again. Here's one of the worst for you: what if I never ever meet somebody that I can love and who loves me back? Romantically, I mean; there are several people whom I love very much in the non-romantic way (and you may count yourself in the very
selective list, my dear reader. Yes, you may. (unless you are Hurstville library. In that case I feel unsure of my feelings towards you, considering the extraordinary amounts of money you have charged me for overdue books over the years.))


I mean, seriously. Whatever will I do with myself if I wind up a crotchety old lady, dying with the name of God on her lips, without those lips ever having tasted true love's first kiss? (belated Warning: I reserve the right to be as sentimental as I please here) Come on! Please? Please, no?!

Good night dear readers. Please pray that I sleep through the lonely, chilly 3am that is sure to come in only a very few hours.

Wednesday, 21 April 2010


My life: the ceaseless round of gaiety. Just spent the last few hours cleaning mould out of the car. My head aches like a large achy head-shaped thing. I did strap a handkerchief over my mouth & nose, but still...

Muchly enjoying QI's Advanced Banter, which is basically an enormous book of quotations from all kinds of sources.


'Laws are like sausages. It's better not to see how they are made.' - Otto Von Bismark


'I sometimes wonder whether our planet is the asylum of the universe for disordered minds.' - Goethe


'If you can't be kind, at least be vague' - Judith Martin


'Time is a great teacher. Unfortunately it kills all its pupils.' Hector Berlioz

'Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.' - James Baldwin



Sunday, 18 April 2010

I Sacrificed Way Too Much Time That Could Have Been Spent Writing, Doing This

Awesome British TV

The Vicar of Dibley


Fawlty Towers

Doctor Who


Jeeves & Wooster


It Ain't Half Hot, Mum

Black Books

Dad's Army


Keeping Up Appearances


Some Mothers Do 'Ave 'Em


Mr. Bean


Fireman Sam


Thomas & Friends


Scrapheap Challenge


The Animals Of Farthing Wood



British TV shows I'd like to see:

All Creatures Great and Small

The Big Fat Quiz Of The Year


The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy


Not So Much A Programme, More A Way Of Life


Never Mind The Buzzcocks

QI


read the printed word!

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