Peoples, prepare for some rejoicing, for I have wonderful news. That’s right. I am giving you reason to head out and party on this slightly chilly November morning. Are you ready for this spectacular event?
It really is great news. Because, you see, the word meh is all growed up and has taken its rightful place in the Collins English Dictionary.
I know, I know, you can barely contain your joy at this decision. I feel that we should have a natinal holiday. Or summat.
Okay, can some one kindly tell me where this last year has gone? Cause look, it is time for this year’s RIP Challenge. Decisions decisions. But I think I’ll go with the first peril, reading any four books from any subgenre of scary-ness. I just got to go find them now. I think that The Host by Stephenie Meyer qualifies, so that’ll be one. And I’ll have to take a gander through the tbr pile to see if any of those fit. And then probably a trip to Chapters and book buying. But its all good, I haven’t been there in at least 2 months, I’ve been very good about not buying books. I think it is time for a splurge.
I haven’t quite managed to keep up with the two proper blogs a week that I mentioned a while back. But you know, intentions are worth just as much as deeds, right?
Yeah, okay, so thats a lie. But you just gotta deal.
Spent most of Sat. watching the telly. Well, I say telly, I mean dvds. And I know that I’ve mentioned this before, but I just love Rocky Balboa. It is just brilliant. Full of cliché and sentimental shots, but it just works. Rocky just works. Still have to watch the commentary, that’ll be fun.
I’ve been doing a fair bit of rewatching stuff lately. Over the past few weeks I’ve been rewatching Firefly. Its been a while. Don’t think I’ve seen any of those episodes since the film[1] came out. And that was years ago[2] It is so great. Every time we’re about to watch a new episode I say “oh this is a great one” or “I love this one”. We just got up to Out of Gas last week. Awww. Watching them all get together and seeing Mal fall in love with the ship.
Oh, and while I’m moaning about time flying, when did it get to be the end of August? For those of you not in Ireland, well, maybe you lot got a summer. Us, we got rain. Followed by more rain. Followed by some more.
So where was our summer? huh? Life is so unfair sometimes…
In case any of you all were wondering Munster did indeed win the Heineken Cup.
Twasn’t a game that’ll please any southern hemisphere types I’m guessing but I don’t care, I’m a fan of forward play. This would be my cue to start moaning about the ELVs and union turning into league, but I’ll resist, instead I’ll share the joy:
Sheila pointed out that today is Laura Ingalls Wilder’s birthday. She was born on 7th Feb 1867. And reading Sheila’s post I remembered how much i loved those books as a child.
Unlike Sheila I have no idea how old I was when I read them; I know that B#1 read them before me. The memory that stands out the most is being away on holidays in Sligo, camping at the beach, waiting for him to finish one in the series so I could start it. He’d read one then hand it over to me and I’d devour it.
And seeing as how I’m pretty sure we were camping we mustn’t have been living in Sligo. lets see, we moved when I was going in to 3rd class, that means I was what, 8 or 9? And this was either the year before or maybe more, so I was either 6 or 7. Something like that. That’s not really important though.
I don’t think I’ve ever reread them, but I can still remember certain scenes from those books as though I’d read them last week. Their dog Jake. The first trip they took on the train and Laura counting the telegraph poles so Mary would know how fast they were going, that must have been one of the later ones, as Mary was blind at then. Speaking of which, Laura’s not wanting to have to be the teacher of the family.
I must have a root around next time I’m home and see it I can find those books.
I’ve been going through my old posts, adding tags[1] and I’ve noticed that I’m a lot less rambly than I used to be. Most of my posts now have a reason. Some even make half sense. I’m not quite sure when this began, but really, it must be stopped. The whole situation is abominable and must be stopped.
Which of course, leads to question, can I go back to those “good old days”?
And the answer: well, I just don’t know, we’ll have to wait find out.
I used to watch this many many many years ago when it was on RTE. It is crap. But still. And look, dvd release!!
Six are up to episode 7 but I’ve only watched 2 and a half. And I loves it. Mainly for Josh Brolin. Cause I loves him[2] Plus cowboys are cool. Nuff said
