February 3rd, 2008

little review

Poem for Sunday

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Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow in central Pennsylvania, but my state's groundhog, Western Maryland Murray, did not see his shadow in Cumberland, Maryland, so I don't know whose prediction to believe. I do know that for the past two nights we've heard the foxes calling at night and for the past two days, a pair of squirrels have been mating all over our deck -- they might be Jack and Stephen but I suspect the larger one in this case is actually female. *g* On Friday, while it was pouring rain, they hid in a bucket on its side under our deck and drove the cats insane with their noises. The cats were only slightly less insane on Saturday.

I stayed home all day feeling terrible again -- took Adam to get Magic cards that we had promised him he could buy with his own money but otherwise sat on the couch feeling awful, throat and ears and sinuses (the ears are the worst, though, because I get dizzy when they're clogged and I blow my nose). Watched Torchwood's "Sleeper" and "To the Last Man," both of which are terrific -- I think I preferred the former because it reminded me of an old Lee Remick movie about Soviet sleeper agents in the US and was so sad -- Collapse ) With the latter, I was happy Tosh finally got a storyline and glad that Jack had a bit more sympathy for his own people than for strangers like Beth or Tommy, but Collapse )

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Watched Michael Collins in the evening, which I'd never seen before -- the kids had been doing other things but started watching too, and had I realized how violent it was, I don't know that I would have let them (Adam was pretty angry with both sides in the Irish Civil War by the end). I admit that my contemporary Irish history is not the best, but Collapse ) I figured any movie with Liam Neeson, Alan Rickman, Stephen Rea (who does all of Jordan's movies) and Aidan Quinn would be worth watching, and it is, but now I want to see a good long documentary on Collins.

Wired is reporting that the WGA has reached a tentative agreement with the producers. I hope it's true. Meanwhile have a great Super Bowl! I feel so awful that I may not go to my oldest friend's annual party, which would suck.