POTC, holidays, Fat Train Man, Freema Something-or-Other and much much more!
Well, I've been very lazy recently. There's no excuse for it. I'm just a little slapdash. However, this extended period away from my blog has given me lots to talk about, so here goes.
First, Pirates of the Caribbean 2. I feel duty bound to the Ninja to review it in some way. I didn't hate it. I didn't. In fact I really did like it.
BUT saying that, I do have some thoughts...
*goes off on a big Goldmember quoteathon*...'you gotta have mojo baby...yeah...'
...right, well. The thing about the movie is that it was neither here nor there really. It did everything it possibly could in two and a half hours and didn't really go anywhere. My dear friend Roy, who is very ingenious in her own way, has said that it's just like a cartoon Disney in real life. This is very true. The big rolly wheel thing is a classic example of cartoony slapstick comedy. Ditto the huge wicker balls. And the cannibals.
And yes, there were some moments of high hilarity. Johnny Depp is one of them of course. The jar of dirt sequence is another. And yes, there are lots of quotes that could become my MSN screen name in the foreseeable future. And yes, the acting was by and large wonderful to watch!!
But for goodness' sake!! Why??!!! Why were there SO MANY PLOTLINES???!!!
*sigh* I could ramble about it all day, which I'm sure Roy would be happy to agree with. Basically you need to make up your own minds (I say minds in the plural in the dubious assumption that more than one person reads this). It was a good film, but it in no way was as good as the first one was. The first one I came out of the theatre walking like a drunkard and grinning all over my face. The second one I came of out complaining of a sore arse. You do the math.
Now, holidays. *sings* Where can you see LIONS?? Only in GOZO!
No, I've not gone mad. That was our little holiday riff. It's an in joke. A family in joke.
And yes, Gozo's a real place, contrary to what Tom believes. Me and my parental units and a certain brat spent a happy two weeks there. There's not much I can say about it really, except that I came back with a weird tan on my back, and that I really want a pool. It was a nice holiday. I won't go into superlatives about it (for that, there has to be Doctor Who involved somehow), but I really did enjoy it and I'm glad I went. (Next year, can we go to Cardiff? Please?)
Fat Train Man is the result of another mini-break I've just returned from, a little meet-the-grandparents visit to Devonshire (the place where two girls dressed up as chavs on YouTube is HOT NEWS). As usual we partook in a little gambling and lost many many 2p coins as a result. Those machines are addictive, and I swear each and every one of them somehow defies gravity. So many 2p coins just hanging over the edge--! It was painful. But fun! ^-^ But the whole visit was building up to me and my sister journeying back on the train...*alone*...It was scary bananas. But Fat Train Man made it worthwhile. He may have had a smelly lunch, but I almost cracked up laughing when he started telling little kids about the Bible. ("...Joseph was one of Jesus's disciples...") So thank you, Fat Train Man. Thank you very much.
And Freema. I call her that because although I am not close personal friends with her, I cannot spell, pronounce or even effectively read her second name. Who is she? She's the new companion on Doctor Who of course! (What, you though I could go for a whole post without having a Doctor Who related rant? Foolish beings!) To be honest, I prefer reading interviews with her than watching her, for this simple reason: she is too. Damn. Excited.
OK, so maybe I'd be a little 'omigossssshhhh' if I happened to be in her position. The thing is, I wasted a precious ten minutes of my life watching her interview on The One Show (which by the way is crap), and I didn't learn anything worthwhile. She basically giggled and grinned and fluttered her way through it. The only thing that the interview did was to reassure me that the next person who calls the Doctor 'Doctor Who' will be the first person to be ripped in half, personally, by me. Because his name is THE DOCTOR. The TV SHOW IS CALLED DOCTOR WHO. HIS NAME IS THE DOCTOR!!!! HIS NAME IS THE DOCTOR!!!!
And with that out of my system, I think I'm ready to leave.
Eevee
What d'you mean 'he's the Doctor'? Doctor who?
Eevee apologises if this post was a little incoherent in places. She wrote it very late at night because she is norty. Sowwee.
First, Pirates of the Caribbean 2. I feel duty bound to the Ninja to review it in some way. I didn't hate it. I didn't. In fact I really did like it.
BUT saying that, I do have some thoughts...
*goes off on a big Goldmember quoteathon*...'you gotta have mojo baby...yeah...'
...right, well. The thing about the movie is that it was neither here nor there really. It did everything it possibly could in two and a half hours and didn't really go anywhere. My dear friend Roy, who is very ingenious in her own way, has said that it's just like a cartoon Disney in real life. This is very true. The big rolly wheel thing is a classic example of cartoony slapstick comedy. Ditto the huge wicker balls. And the cannibals.
And yes, there were some moments of high hilarity. Johnny Depp is one of them of course. The jar of dirt sequence is another. And yes, there are lots of quotes that could become my MSN screen name in the foreseeable future. And yes, the acting was by and large wonderful to watch!!
But for goodness' sake!! Why??!!! Why were there SO MANY PLOTLINES???!!!
*sigh* I could ramble about it all day, which I'm sure Roy would be happy to agree with. Basically you need to make up your own minds (I say minds in the plural in the dubious assumption that more than one person reads this). It was a good film, but it in no way was as good as the first one was. The first one I came out of the theatre walking like a drunkard and grinning all over my face. The second one I came of out complaining of a sore arse. You do the math.
Now, holidays. *sings* Where can you see LIONS?? Only in GOZO!
No, I've not gone mad. That was our little holiday riff. It's an in joke. A family in joke.
And yes, Gozo's a real place, contrary to what Tom believes. Me and my parental units and a certain brat spent a happy two weeks there. There's not much I can say about it really, except that I came back with a weird tan on my back, and that I really want a pool. It was a nice holiday. I won't go into superlatives about it (for that, there has to be Doctor Who involved somehow), but I really did enjoy it and I'm glad I went. (Next year, can we go to Cardiff? Please?)
Fat Train Man is the result of another mini-break I've just returned from, a little meet-the-grandparents visit to Devonshire (the place where two girls dressed up as chavs on YouTube is HOT NEWS). As usual we partook in a little gambling and lost many many 2p coins as a result. Those machines are addictive, and I swear each and every one of them somehow defies gravity. So many 2p coins just hanging over the edge--! It was painful. But fun! ^-^ But the whole visit was building up to me and my sister journeying back on the train...*alone*...It was scary bananas. But Fat Train Man made it worthwhile. He may have had a smelly lunch, but I almost cracked up laughing when he started telling little kids about the Bible. ("...Joseph was one of Jesus's disciples...") So thank you, Fat Train Man. Thank you very much.
And Freema. I call her that because although I am not close personal friends with her, I cannot spell, pronounce or even effectively read her second name. Who is she? She's the new companion on Doctor Who of course! (What, you though I could go for a whole post without having a Doctor Who related rant? Foolish beings!) To be honest, I prefer reading interviews with her than watching her, for this simple reason: she is too. Damn. Excited.
OK, so maybe I'd be a little 'omigossssshhhh' if I happened to be in her position. The thing is, I wasted a precious ten minutes of my life watching her interview on The One Show (which by the way is crap), and I didn't learn anything worthwhile. She basically giggled and grinned and fluttered her way through it. The only thing that the interview did was to reassure me that the next person who calls the Doctor 'Doctor Who' will be the first person to be ripped in half, personally, by me. Because his name is THE DOCTOR. The TV SHOW IS CALLED DOCTOR WHO. HIS NAME IS THE DOCTOR!!!! HIS NAME IS THE DOCTOR!!!!
And with that out of my system, I think I'm ready to leave.
Eevee
What d'you mean 'he's the Doctor'? Doctor who?
Eevee apologises if this post was a little incoherent in places. She wrote it very late at night because she is norty. Sowwee.
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