Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I kind of miss the Nazi's?
Keep your hair on, I don't mean it that way. Warning, warning, warning! If you haven't seen the new Indiana Jones movie, don't read any more. Spoilers ahead. You've been warned.
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You have chosen.....wisely. So today I escaped work (haha!!!) and went to see the 10am showing of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. That's right, 10am. There were about 50 other people there! Can you believe it? It felt so naughty. Yet so right. :)
I was 15 or 16 when the last Indiana Jones movie came out. WHY has it been so long? Man, I love me some Indiana Jones. Not in the way my mom does; she's got it bad for Harrison Ford, but as he's older than my dad (which seriously boggles my mind), I think it would be kind of creepy if I had the hots for him. Though I do have to say, he's aged well and Calista Flockhart is a lucky, lucky woman.
The reason I love Indiana Jones is because I love adventure. Not the Die Hard let's blow everything up adventure, but the swashbuckling, using history to solve riddles, swinging on a vine (or a whip) kind of adventure. Indiana Jones is the perfect action ADVENTURE hero. Blowing crap up and shooting people to add gratuitous violence is not adventure. Being chased through a tomb by half naked natives with spears or blow darts is adventure.
When I first learned there was going to be a new movie (and it wasn't just a rumor like the ones we've gotten the last 19 years) I was over the moon. Of course I knew Indy would be older and that is would likely be different from the original movies, but it never occured to me that there would be different villains. Yes, I know the villians in Temple of Doom weren't Nazi's (though the Chinese gangsters were pretty cool), and IMO it was the weekest of the 3 because of it. I have to give big props to Cate Blanchette on her Boris and Natasha Russian accent, but it just wasn't the same. Who knew the Ruskie's wouldn't be as interesting as the Nazi's? I actually foud myself missing the Nazi's. They were bad guys with style and a purpose. The Russians....not so much. It was just too...blah. Yeah, that's the word. Blah. Sure there were explosions and escapes and icky creatures and threats, but they just lacked the charisma the Nazi's had. Sad, isn't it?
A person who did NOT lack charisma was Harrison Ford. He brought Indy back with style. His smirk was there, as were the whip, the khaki shirt (sweat stained of course), the man bag and of coursethe Fedora. Also some kick ass moves. Damn. I lurve me some Harrison Ford. I mean Indiana Jones. Yeah, Indiana Jones. That's it. It was so awesome to see him back in the Fedora.
Karen Allen was back too! Yea! Marion! I love her! Not in that way. Shia LaBoef was pretty good with his James Dean-esque hat, motorcycle and 'tude. Indy, Marion and Mutt! Awesome! If you don't know where that storyline is heading, you do not need to see this movie. You need to rent Goonies and get a Baby Ruth because you're not ready for Indy.
All in all, I really loved this movie, because it was Indi-freaking-ana Jones, but found myself longing for the Nazi's and all their style and badass bad guyness. Ruskies? What did they do? Stare at us and make some big threats that they couldn't follow through on. I mean really, what kind of villain is that?
Dum, da, dum, dum. Da da dum. Dum, da, dum, dum, dum, da, dum, dum, dum.......
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You have chosen.....wisely. So today I escaped work (haha!!!) and went to see the 10am showing of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. That's right, 10am. There were about 50 other people there! Can you believe it? It felt so naughty. Yet so right. :)
I was 15 or 16 when the last Indiana Jones movie came out. WHY has it been so long? Man, I love me some Indiana Jones. Not in the way my mom does; she's got it bad for Harrison Ford, but as he's older than my dad (which seriously boggles my mind), I think it would be kind of creepy if I had the hots for him. Though I do have to say, he's aged well and Calista Flockhart is a lucky, lucky woman.
The reason I love Indiana Jones is because I love adventure. Not the Die Hard let's blow everything up adventure, but the swashbuckling, using history to solve riddles, swinging on a vine (or a whip) kind of adventure. Indiana Jones is the perfect action ADVENTURE hero. Blowing crap up and shooting people to add gratuitous violence is not adventure. Being chased through a tomb by half naked natives with spears or blow darts is adventure.
When I first learned there was going to be a new movie (and it wasn't just a rumor like the ones we've gotten the last 19 years) I was over the moon. Of course I knew Indy would be older and that is would likely be different from the original movies, but it never occured to me that there would be different villains. Yes, I know the villians in Temple of Doom weren't Nazi's (though the Chinese gangsters were pretty cool), and IMO it was the weekest of the 3 because of it. I have to give big props to Cate Blanchette on her Boris and Natasha Russian accent, but it just wasn't the same. Who knew the Ruskie's wouldn't be as interesting as the Nazi's? I actually foud myself missing the Nazi's. They were bad guys with style and a purpose. The Russians....not so much. It was just too...blah. Yeah, that's the word. Blah. Sure there were explosions and escapes and icky creatures and threats, but they just lacked the charisma the Nazi's had. Sad, isn't it?
A person who did NOT lack charisma was Harrison Ford. He brought Indy back with style. His smirk was there, as were the whip, the khaki shirt (sweat stained of course), the man bag and of coursethe Fedora. Also some kick ass moves. Damn. I lurve me some Harrison Ford. I mean Indiana Jones. Yeah, Indiana Jones. That's it. It was so awesome to see him back in the Fedora.
Karen Allen was back too! Yea! Marion! I love her! Not in that way. Shia LaBoef was pretty good with his James Dean-esque hat, motorcycle and 'tude. Indy, Marion and Mutt! Awesome! If you don't know where that storyline is heading, you do not need to see this movie. You need to rent Goonies and get a Baby Ruth because you're not ready for Indy.
All in all, I really loved this movie, because it was Indi-freaking-ana Jones, but found myself longing for the Nazi's and all their style and badass bad guyness. Ruskies? What did they do? Stare at us and make some big threats that they couldn't follow through on. I mean really, what kind of villain is that?
Dum, da, dum, dum. Da da dum. Dum, da, dum, dum, dum, da, dum, dum, dum.......
Friday, April 18, 2008
I feel the earth move
At about 4:38 am I bolted straight up in my bed. My dogs started barking and everything was shaking. My first thought was that the bad weather we were supposed to get later on Friday had moved in earlier than expected and there was a tornado near. I jumped up and nearly toppled over because the floor was shaking. Huh? Did I suddenly wake up on a boat on rought seas? I got to the window, looked out and all was clear. No rain, no wind, no tornado. What the hell was going on? I staggered towards the bedroom door to get to my son, and the minute I set foot in the living room, the shaking stopped. I checked on my son, who was still sound asleep and then looked back outside. Still calm, still clear, still no tornado. Weird. I went back to bed wondering if maybe I had dreamed it all. Had I been having a bad dream? Did some weird dream carry over to my waking moments? I was so confused. Did I somehow get drunk and not know it? No, I didn't even have a glass of wine with dinner. The only thing I had indulged in was half a sleeve of Thin Mint cookies while I watched The Office. Mmmmm, Thin Mints. I love Thin Mints. So chocolatey-minty delicious. Mmmmmm....Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, I had eaten cookies. Were they spiked? You can't trust those Girl Scouts. They only have those cookies once a year. What do they put in them to make people start salivating at the mere mention of Thin Mints or Tag Alongs? Are they drugging us? Had I eaten too many, od'd and had some weird hallucenations? Effing Girl Scouts. I laid in my bed staring at the clock and trying to figure out what had happened and how I would take my revenge on those sneaky GS bitches. I remember seeing 5:56am and then I must have fallen asleep because my alarm woke me up at 6:30. I was soooooo tired and still a bit disoriented. I followed my usual morning routine where I open the shades, turn on the living room light and then the news. Imagine my surprise when I hear them talking about a rare mid-west earthquake that struck at 4:37 am 115 miles from where I live. WHAT? I literally stood stock still. I had been in an earthquake! Holy crap! There was mild damage all over the area, including cracked walls, foundations, broken windows, pictures and a few chunks of concrete that had fallen from an overpass. Weird.
I got my son up and took him to school, where the talk on the radio and around the school parking lot was all about the quake. My meeting for the day had been cancelled due to inclement weather to the north of us (I was supposed to count trees-funity, fun, fun, fun!) so I came home and watched a bit more of the news, then decided to lay back down for a while since I had had little sleep. I stretched out on the sofa, one dog curled up against me, the other sleeping on the floor right next to us. I closed my eyes and felt a soft shaking. I looked down at the dog on the floor to admonish him for scratching and shaking the sofa (this happens quite a lot actually) but realized he was sound asleep. The shaking continued and the water bottle on the coffee table suddenly toppled over. Aftershock! Both dogs woke up and were suddenly on top of me. The shaking went on and I could hear things rattling in the cabinets and 2 pictures come crashing down in my bedroom. My mind told me to cover my head (there is a sizable black and white photo of Paris hanging above the sofa and as much as I love Paris, I did not want to be knocked unconscious by it) or get to a door jam, but I had 2 *slightly* overweight dogs literally on my chest and by the time I got them off, the shaking was calming down and then came to a stop. I flipped on the TV and the news anchors were talking about it. Who knew earthquakes could cause such a shake up on the news? See what I did there? That's right, I'm funny. Get used to it.
The rest of the day I waited for more aftershocks and was not disappointed. There were 3 more that I could feel and each time I had to fight to keep from being smothered by about 40 pounds of chicken shit dogs. Oddly, each of these tremors happened while I tried to catch up on some sleep. It was a conspiracy! Someone was out to keep me from getting the rest I so desperately needed. Damn it earth, what did I do to you? I don't litter! I don't smoke! I recycle! Let me sleep!
Another negative side effect is that all damn day I've been singing that song: I feel the earth move under my feet, I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down....Stupid earthquake.
I got my son up and took him to school, where the talk on the radio and around the school parking lot was all about the quake. My meeting for the day had been cancelled due to inclement weather to the north of us (I was supposed to count trees-funity, fun, fun, fun!) so I came home and watched a bit more of the news, then decided to lay back down for a while since I had had little sleep. I stretched out on the sofa, one dog curled up against me, the other sleeping on the floor right next to us. I closed my eyes and felt a soft shaking. I looked down at the dog on the floor to admonish him for scratching and shaking the sofa (this happens quite a lot actually) but realized he was sound asleep. The shaking continued and the water bottle on the coffee table suddenly toppled over. Aftershock! Both dogs woke up and were suddenly on top of me. The shaking went on and I could hear things rattling in the cabinets and 2 pictures come crashing down in my bedroom. My mind told me to cover my head (there is a sizable black and white photo of Paris hanging above the sofa and as much as I love Paris, I did not want to be knocked unconscious by it) or get to a door jam, but I had 2 *slightly* overweight dogs literally on my chest and by the time I got them off, the shaking was calming down and then came to a stop. I flipped on the TV and the news anchors were talking about it. Who knew earthquakes could cause such a shake up on the news? See what I did there? That's right, I'm funny. Get used to it.
The rest of the day I waited for more aftershocks and was not disappointed. There were 3 more that I could feel and each time I had to fight to keep from being smothered by about 40 pounds of chicken shit dogs. Oddly, each of these tremors happened while I tried to catch up on some sleep. It was a conspiracy! Someone was out to keep me from getting the rest I so desperately needed. Damn it earth, what did I do to you? I don't litter! I don't smoke! I recycle! Let me sleep!
Another negative side effect is that all damn day I've been singing that song: I feel the earth move under my feet, I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down....Stupid earthquake.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Happy birthday to me!
Happy New Year! Oh, wait, it's March isn't it? Crap, bit late on that. Sorry. It's been a busy couple of months. Okay, not really, I've just been lazy. Did you read the name of my blog? Well, then you shouldn't be surprised. Actually, quite a lot has happened. My job got all kinds of crazy; well, crazier than before, my beloved Elsa von Nordland had some serious problems and I had to trade her in for a newer model (ain't that always the way?), a distant cousin I've christened Ulrika von Nordland, ds got sick (I so don't do vomit), one of my dogs got really sick (she's better now though, thanks for asking), and I developed a penchant for stapling fabric to the tops of my windows and apotocary jars thanks to The Nesting Place. Seriously, it's become something of an addiction. I'm sick with it and find myself scouring fabric stores in my spare time or looking for the perfect jar. So, that pretty much catches you up since my holiday in the cardiac ward. What's new with you?
Tonight I sit here, on the eve of my 35th b-day (funy note: I actually typed 25th. Do you think there's such a thing as a Freudian typo?) watching a Tivo episode of The Celebrity Apprentice (don't judge me), typing on my blog and eating and organic apple. I'm a wild woman! Hold me back. I might get some caramel dipping sauce for the apple! Woooooooooooo.
I've gotten a bunch of b-day cars (including one from the car dealership where Ulrika came from) and some pre-emptive emails asking hos I feel about turning 35. My answer: meh. I mean, really, I make 35 look good. You've seen me, I'm a hottie. I'm also incredibly humble, but that's really my only fault. It's my cross, but I bear it. So, tomorrow, if you happen to have a glass of wine in your hand (and really, why wouldn't you? I know I will.) hoist it up and drink to my big 35. Happy birthday to me!
Tonight I sit here, on the eve of my 35th b-day (funy note: I actually typed 25th. Do you think there's such a thing as a Freudian typo?) watching a Tivo episode of The Celebrity Apprentice (don't judge me), typing on my blog and eating and organic apple. I'm a wild woman! Hold me back. I might get some caramel dipping sauce for the apple! Woooooooooooo.
I've gotten a bunch of b-day cars (including one from the car dealership where Ulrika came from) and some pre-emptive emails asking hos I feel about turning 35. My answer: meh. I mean, really, I make 35 look good. You've seen me, I'm a hottie. I'm also incredibly humble, but that's really my only fault. It's my cross, but I bear it. So, tomorrow, if you happen to have a glass of wine in your hand (and really, why wouldn't you? I know I will.) hoist it up and drink to my big 35. Happy birthday to me!
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