Jul 31 2007
Archive for July, 2007
Jul 30 2007
Reaper 1.01
Dir: Kevin Smith
Writ: Tara Butters & Michele Fazekas
- Bret Harrison - Sam Oliver
- Tyler Labine - Bert ‘Sock’ Wysocki
- Missy Peregrym - Andi
- Ray Wise … The Devil
- Allison Hossack - Mrs. Oliver
- Andrew Airlie - Mr. Oliver
Yet another pre-air show has escaped onto the wilds of d’internet. Isn’t modern technology a wonderful thing? Right, on with the recap. We open with Sam on his birthday. He is 21 today, but his parents seem a little off, odd would be a good term[1] His brother Kyle is more normal in his response, the usual brother banter goes on. Sam, at first distracted by a news story about an arsonist on the news, retaliates by asking, ever so innocently about a letter from Stanford. It turns out that Kyle had applied, and didn’t get in. His parents are a little upset at this, something that Kyle can’t quite understand and protests that Sam never went to college. His mother however disagrees, Sam did go to college, for a whole month, it just made him sleepy so he came home. They are both very proud of him.
Linknotes:
Tags: 8 Stars, Allison Hossack, Andrew Airlie, Bret Harrison, death, humour, Kevin Smith, Michele Fazekas, Missy Peregrym, pre-air, Ray Wise, Reaper, Reaper 1.01, sff, Tara Butters, telly, The Devil, Tyler Labine- strange is another good word ↩
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Jul 29 2007
Goblin Quest
Author: Jim C. Hines
ISBN: 0756404002 DDC: 813.6
Group read with FantasyFavorites
Book 1 in the Jig series.
See also: LibraryThing ; Jim C Hines’ Sff site ; Backcountry Musings ; Barbarienne’s Den
Jig hated muck duty.
He didn’t mind the actual work. He liked the metallic smell of the distillation room, where week-old blood and toadstool residue dried in their trays.
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Jul 29 2007
A Little Princess
Dir: Alfonso Cuarón
Writ: Richard LaGravenese & Elizabeth Chandler, based on book by Frances Hodgson Burnett.
- Liesel Matthews … Sara Crewe
- Liam Cunningham … Capt. Crewe/Prince Rama
- Vanessa Lee Chester … Becky
- Eleanor Bron … Miss Minchin
- Errol Sitahal … Ram Dass
- Kelsey Mulrooney … Lottie
Sara Crewe lives a spoiled life in India with a devoted, doting father, until World War I intervenes, and he enlists, sending Sara off to boarding school in New York to keep her safe. There she must adjust, whereas before she had free rein to do as she pleased, now she must submit to rules and regulations that she doesn’t understand. And, most difficult for her, she must keep her imagination in check. But Sara isn’t a selfish, “poor little rich girl”, she is bright and kind, and soon makes friends with most of the other girls, from those in her class to the scullery maid. She is also the only one who can really get through to Lottie as they have both lost their mothers.
Tags: A Little Princess, Alfonso Cuarón, awwww, based on book, childhood, Eleanor Bron, Elizabeth Chandler, Errol Sitahal, family film, Frances Hodgson Burnett, imagination, Kelsey Mulrooney, Liam Cunningham, Liesel Matthews, loss, New York, poverty, Richard LaGravenese, soldier, Vanessa Lee Chester, WWIRelated posts
Jul 29 2007
Week 234
- Traditional ::
- Popeye ::
- Gin ::
- Harsh ::
- Topless ::
- The thing ::
- Defiant ::
- Huge ::
- Food ::
- Lenny ::
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Jul 29 2007
all girls are princesses. Even snotty, two-face bullies
I’m hoarse today. So hoarse I can’t actually speak at all. Well, the odd croak and a bit of a wheeze. Totally the fault of the cough I have. And the playing football in the rain. Nothing whatsoever to do with the drunken singing in the pub. No siree bob!
So I spent the day watching telly. Showjumping at 11 or so. Quick hop out to the shops to pick up the essentials; Strepsils, cough medicine, sausages and wedges. Pour essentials. Then home to watch the GAA. Two hurling quarters were on. Tip v Wexford was on first. I switched it on thinking, ah sure, I’ll support Tip, you know, what with the family connection to that county. But then I found myself urging Wexford on. That old underdog sympathy thing got me. And they won. Which was great. And a drama filled ending.
The other quarter-final was between Kilkenny and Galway. Kilkenny being the favourites, and me having been to college in Galway I was going to cheer them on. But then I was reminded of Vanessa McGarry’s death by seeing her son and her husband (Kilkenny goalkeeper) in the players’ section of the stand and it seemed somehow wrong to be wishing the team till. Course, as some hurling fella said, life is real and can be tragic, but that is exactly why we have things like sport.
The other two quarters are on tomorrow; Luimneach v An Clár and Port Láirge v Corcaigh. I’ll be cheering on Limerick and Waterford. I think. Well, Limerick for sure. I’m not to definite about the other match. Waterford deserve their shot at glory. But then again, as I’ve mentioned before I do like to cheer Cork on. We’ll see how the teams play.
Anyway, back to my exciting adventures on the couch. I then watched bits of Coast as they were doing the West coast of Ireland today. I did miss most of it, but caught the end. Did you know that seaweed is used in the making of beer and ice-cream? Well, now you do.
After that it was time for Jekyll. The final episode. And it was good, but I’m not too sure about the final scene. Was a bit “we want a twist” rather than an ending. Still, I’ll be keeping my eye out for anything else that Steven Moffat writes.
I was thinking of going to bed then. But instead I pulled out a dvd; A Little Princess which I bought in a 3 for €22 thingie during the week. I’d watched it years and years ago when the kids I was babysitting had rented it. And it really is a beautifully shot and directed film. And the music is great too. And I discovered that Alfonso Cuarón directed it. I may do a proper review at some stage.
So, that was my thrilling Saturday. I know you couldn’t possibly have gotten upto anything more exciting than that! 
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Jul 27 2007
Raindrops on the windshield There’s a storm moving in
Yesterday, about 3, after posting my Thursday Thirteen, it began to really rain. And the heavens made with the thunder, and the lightening, and the darkening of the skies. And I thought to myself “not going to football then”. But then it stopped. And I shrugged, and come half five I was out on the pitch. And come 5.35 there was more rain.
At first it wasn’t so bad. Just a soft pattering. But that turned into a drizzle. Which developed into a downpour. Eventually whole buckets were falling from the sky.
But we played on.
Are we ever hardcore or what 
Course on account of the previous rain it was actually pretty hard to play, some of the fellas had football boots, and they managed to stay up more than us fools mud-skating in our runners. But is was good fun, even the bits when it rained so much that you couldn’t really see where you were going.
It’ll have done wonders for my cough; this running around in muck and rain.
So who was a Garth Brooks fan and recognised the title? Tags: football, footie in the rain, rain, weather
