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walkingshadow) wrote2004-12-28 03:10 am
walkingshadow) wrote2004-12-28 03:10 am
My great-uncle Tombstone Pierce made a fortune selling whiskey and hors d'oeuvres to the Indians.
Yesterday the whole family, pets included, sat in the family room and watched ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
writingmike's ROTK:EE. My mom didn't know the story, and she didn't really care about the story, but I sat next to her on the couch while we crocheted and was her annotated version. "No, he's a good guy. Yes, even though he looks like a bad guy. No, it really isn't fair that they do that." It was . . . extended. Still the best scenes in the movie: the lighting of the beacons!! and "you bow to no one." And Denethor running off the ledge all aflame and plunging to his death. Ha! Fucker.
Then my dad and my brother and my brother's friend and I went out to the 9:50 showing of Ocean's 12, through which my father only dozed a little bit. I liked it; it was enjoyable. I'm . . . not giving anything away. Really, the movie opened with a wet Brad Pitt, and how could they go wrong after that? The Rusty-Danny scenes are totally the best scenes in it. They should have buttons pinned to their lapels that say "We Are An Old Married Couple! Ask Us How!"
This afternoon I started on M*A*S*H Season Three (skipping over Volume One, as I watched that when last I was in town) while I finished one scarf and started another. That took care of me until I left to meetgjstruthseeker at six-thirty for dinner and a movie, though the wait at P.F. Chang's was almost two hours, and we therefore saw the movie first. But before any of that, we met up outside the gigantic two-story Barnes & Noble and I was presented with a huge bag full of booty loot goodies presents! In it (aside from a sweater of mine she was returning) was America: The Book!! and a bag of English toffee caramel balls! and the "F.O.I.L: Keepin' Algebra Fresh" t-shirt I'd so geekishly coveted. Also a card for my brother, and a present for my parents that turned out to be a framed picture of me sitting in the Elephant House in Edinburgh and smiling nicely for the camera. In short, she wins at life, nyah nyah.
The movie we saw was Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, and it was . . . eh. What I call a story in the great Roald Dahl tradition, so if you're a social worker you might want to give it a miss. Dinner was fine; our waiter was a guy who obviously wanted to be phoning in his performance; the company was wonderful, as always.
My brother leaves tomorrow; tomorrow I have a date for dinner with the Orthodox cousins; and tomorrow I have promised to show my parents the pictures I took in England. It will be lots of "this was a pretty tree; that was a pretty building; this is a street; this is the same street; this is the next street; those are flowers; that is one college or another; that is a sign saying "PLEASE KEEP OFF THE GRASS."
writingmike's ROTK:EE. My mom didn't know the story, and she didn't really care about the story, but I sat next to her on the couch while we crocheted and was her annotated version. "No, he's a good guy. Yes, even though he looks like a bad guy. No, it really isn't fair that they do that." It was . . . extended. Still the best scenes in the movie: the lighting of the beacons!! and "you bow to no one." And Denethor running off the ledge all aflame and plunging to his death. Ha! Fucker.Then my dad and my brother and my brother's friend and I went out to the 9:50 showing of Ocean's 12, through which my father only dozed a little bit. I liked it; it was enjoyable. I'm . . . not giving anything away. Really, the movie opened with a wet Brad Pitt, and how could they go wrong after that? The Rusty-Danny scenes are totally the best scenes in it. They should have buttons pinned to their lapels that say "We Are An Old Married Couple! Ask Us How!"
This afternoon I started on M*A*S*H Season Three (skipping over Volume One, as I watched that when last I was in town) while I finished one scarf and started another. That took care of me until I left to meet
gjstruthseeker at six-thirty for dinner and a movie, though the wait at P.F. Chang's was almost two hours, and we therefore saw the movie first. But before any of that, we met up outside the gigantic two-story Barnes & Noble and I was presented with a huge bag full of The movie we saw was Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, and it was . . . eh. What I call a story in the great Roald Dahl tradition, so if you're a social worker you might want to give it a miss. Dinner was fine; our waiter was a guy who obviously wanted to be phoning in his performance; the company was wonderful, as always.
My brother leaves tomorrow; tomorrow I have a date for dinner with the Orthodox cousins; and tomorrow I have promised to show my parents the pictures I took in England. It will be lots of "this was a pretty tree; that was a pretty building; this is a street; this is the same street; this is the next street; those are flowers; that is one college or another; that is a sign saying "PLEASE KEEP OFF THE GRASS."