March 6th, 2005

little review

Poem for Sunday

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I had written an entire entry and then my computer crashed and ate it -- it isn't even LiveJournal's fault, as I always write it out in a text file. Arrgh. So to sum up, we had a quiet Saturday; apaulled had to work from home on a huge project that went live at 6 a.m. this morning. Since he couldn't leave the house till late afternoon and then not for more than an hour or so at a time, I spent the day organizing -- had been looking for a picture frame I thought was in the storage room, under the bed or in the linen closet, hit zero for three, it's still AWOL -- and wrote a couple of articles, and played with the kids, and answered about eighty comments but still did not manage to catch up on reading new posts.

In the afternoon, because it was gorgeous outside, we decided to go to Locust Grove, a nature center with hiking trails near our house. It was about 50 degrees, sunny, a perfect day to walk in the woods. The nature center itself was open (it isn't always) but it's geared more for kids younger than ours, so after a quick look at the snakes and toads inside, we went onto the very muddy trails to and along the creek -- a branch of the same one that runs behind my parents' house where I grew up. We skipped stones, looked at what foliage there is at this time of year and enjoyed the sunshine. There's something about the smell of early spring mud that makes me feel good. When we got back to the van, we went to get groceries since we'd run out of margarine making lunch...and at this time of year "groceries" tend to include Cadbury Creme Eggs. Also the Girl Scouts were there, and how could I not support them by getting some Thin Mints? *g* After we came home, I burned my husband a DVD out of Grateful Dead mpgs, and the kids worked on puzzles together.

When eventually the boys went to sleep, we put on Blow Dry, which I had never seen before. In fact, the only things I knew about it were that it was about hairdressers, it featured a wonderful cast, and Alan Rickman had scissors tattooed on his foot in the film. Oh, why did none of the Rickman fans here ever tell me to watch it before?! I was expecting something like Best In Show, I suppose -- a quirky movie about people contending for something most people would not care about anyway. I had no idea it was the kind of movie that was going to make me cry in all the best ways! It's about a couple of hairdressers who used to be married before the wife ran off with their model in the middle of a competition. Their son now does cheap cuts with the father while the mother and girlfriend run another salon. Their former rival comes to town with his daughter for the British hairdressing competition which is being held in Yorkshire (and it does something to me to hear Rickman talking with Sean Bean's accent, let me tell you), and all hell breaks loose. There is a very funny subplot involving a funeral home and a hilarious sidelight involving sheep shearing. It's one of those movies where I was alternately laughing and sniffling throughout. I am so glad I couldn't find it locally for rental and spent the $6 for it off Amazon Marketplace!

Anyway, I know I said witty and clever things in my previous version of this post, but am tired and frustrated now, so I will leave you with some pictures. Hope everyone had a lovely Saturday!

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little review

Notes on 'The Hundred Days'

Sequel to this post about my favorite moments from The Yellow Admiral, with the rest to be found filed under "O'Brian":

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     "Stephen,' said Jack, 'I dare say you have noticed that the moon changes both her shape and her hours of rising and setting from time to time?"
     "Indeed I have - a most inconstant orb. Sometimes a mere sickle facing left, sometimes right; and sometimes, as I have no doubt you have observed yourself, no moon at all. Yet I am no great lunarian: a priest in the County Clare explained her motions to me, but I am afraid I did not fully retain his words."
     "He did persuade you that it was a regular process - that the changes could be foretold?"
     "I am sure he did, at least to his own satisfaction." <3

Last night I dreamed, and I am sure there is great psychological meaning in this, that I had been cast in a movie with Gary Oldman but when I arrived at my junior high school gym to film the part (and I am sure it was set there because the hairdressing competition in Blow Dry was set in what looked like a school all-purpose room or community center with a wooden dance/basketball floor and a stage at one end), they told me that I had cut my fingernails too short and I couldn't be in the movie. I could see Gary Oldman not very far away and I was pretty sure that if I could talk to him, he would tell them to let me play the part even though my fingernails were too short, but I didn't want to intrude.

Now I'm reading Maureen Dowd in The New York Times on watching famous women getting beaten up and thinking I should get some tea to see if that makes me feel more awake.