Pieces of Eight meme (edited) pinched from Blue Moon Girl:
8 Things I Am Passionate About
1. For humanity to chill out more
2. Passion? What’s that?
8 Things I Say Often
4. Hello, wotchoo bin doing? (to Sharky)
5. D’yoo want some food? (to Sharky)
6. Don’t DO that!
7. What I was going to say was…
8. Nooooooooooooooo! (first thing in the morning)
8 Books I’ve Read Recently
1. George Mackay Brown: The Life by Maggie Fergusson
2. Stars of the New Curfew by Ben Okri
3. Starship Voyager: Caretaker by L.A. Graf
4. The Tales of Olga da Polga by Michael Bond
5. The Saint of Dragons by Jason Hightman
6. Ffangs the Vampire Bat and the Kiss of Truth by Ted Hughes
7. The Blue Lion by Robert Lynd
8. Joys of Single Blessedness by George Ade
8 Songs I Could Listen to Over and Over
1. The Lion Sleeps Tonight / Wimoweh (any version) — ANIMATED CLIP
2. Kingston Town by UB40
3. Karma Chameleon by Culture Club
4. Souvenir by OMD — CLIP
5. Enola Gay by OMD — CLIP
6. Dream a Lie by UB40 — CLIP
7. Mr Bassman (especially as performed by the Muppets) — MUPPETS CLIP
8. Going Home by Runrig (wot – no clip??)
Comments for this entry (during its previous life on Blogigo):
1. Pacian wrote at Nov 25, 2007 at 14:48: May steal this… or not. Can’t decide.
2. Diddums wrote at Nov 25, 2007 at 23:52: Go with it. :-).
I saw The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring last night – not for the first time. I enjoyed it more than last time, somehow – it felt more as though I was reading the book and ‘seeing’ what was happening, and I wanted to repeat all the sonorous phrases that came rolling off their tongues. I was acting a bit silly for some reason, and when Gandalf paused, sniffed around suspiciously, and frowned, I said “it’s the Balrog!” and waited with bated breath… “blah blah blah blah the Balrog,” he said, and I cheered…
Proof that people over 40 aren’t any less giddy than kids of 14.
Fusspot the Siamese was watching when Gollum turned up. Gollum peered through a gap with his great golden eyes glowing in the night, and Fusspot sat up and stared. He didn’t relax till things started moving again.
I found myself thinking that if we fell through a wormhole in the middle of the night and woke up as characters in The Lord of the Rings, I would probably be Boromir. Nobody wants to be Boromir, though there are a lot of Sean Bean fans about (like me!) I didn’t realize it until, dying on a tree root, he uttered the following words:
“The world of men is failing. All things will turn to darkness.”
Aragorn tells him no – there is hope for us yet. Trouble is, I think many imagine that we live largely in a world of light, perhaps with war beating at the door, but I think there are a lot of orcs right in here with us, along with wizards like Saruman. The Shire is the achievable ideal, and we’re moving further away from that all the time.
It’s not a world of light yet. Nowhere near.
Edit Feb 2008: Comments to this post when it was on Blogigo:
Diddums wrote at Nov 9, 2006 at 20:11:
Boy, they really went to town. I was only able to read 3 or 4 pages before my brain seized up, but one of my favourites was the Mary Poppins version.
At the end of the World Cup the host turned and looked out of the TV at me. Eyeball to eyeball, he said “thank you very much for your company over the last few weeks.”
Ach (blushing bashfully). Don’t mention it. It was only a few minutes, actually, while hoping Poirot might come on, but it does feel like it’s been weeks, you’re right.
Fusspot the Siamese has a message for the presenters. He would like them to know that the very rapid series of highlight shots that they put on at the end of the World Cup (just before starting the ads) was terrible. He kept looking round at it, making a disgusted moue, and looking away again. A cat can’t sleep with that going on, he says, even with the sound turned off.
So now it’s 22:20. Do we get Poirot? (Breathless hush). Oh look, here he is! Bless his whiskery face.
I met a gigantic worm a few days ago, thumping determinedly across the path in the hot sunshine. This creature was the General Woundwort of worms, as big as a small snake, and it wriggled so fast I believed it would make it into the grass at the other side of the path in minutes. It seemed to know where it was going. But people and dogs are even faster, and the next person round the corner (or a crow from the tree) might be less friendly to invertebrates than I am.
Therefore I moved it into the grass. How it fought! It lashed and squirmed angrily. Once in the grass, it lay coiled and raised its sharp snout, weaving warily, as though tasting our presence in the air. Thundercloud was so amazed she strained towards it, her ears pricked and paws scrabbling. I didn’t let her near it, but what a fighter that worm was – amongst its fellows it must have a name like Leafbane or Rootcleaver.
Battlestar Galactica is enjoyable so far, though it suffers from deliberate camera wobble – very annoying. It distracted me from something Apollo said at a key moment – it zoomed in on his face in three short, sharp bursts, and then he said…? I couldn’t remember.
One of those moments I hate: when I’m putting the top back on a screw-top jar or bottle, and it spins out of my hand and clatters onto the floor – inner side down.
Contradictions? When I was a child I thought (as children do) that everything was good or bad, black or white, and I didn’t realize people could change their minds and thrash about in grey areas. It seemed to me my mother was very contradictory and it confused me. Now of course, I’m just the same. Anyway, the other day I picked out a pair of minty green summer slacks, and she said “yes, that’s nice.” Then she said “no wait – they’re too short for you.”
A little surprised, as I tend not to worry much about the length of these things, I put them back and kept browsing. Mum approached with another minty green garment from the same range, except that this was a three-quarter length pair – summer crop.
“There – THESE will look nice on you,” she said.
I laughed at her – “you tell me the last ones are too short, then bring me a pair that’s even shorter!”
“Yes, I know, but I prefer these to full-length trousers which aren’t long enough.”
Just now I was watching something about water shortage (on Tonight with Trevor McDonald). When the grim thing was over, I got up and went into the kitchen and suddenly noticed… rain on the window! I rushed over and opened the door, and it had been coming down in sheets for a wee while, judging by the level of dampness. The smell of the wet earth rose up around me, and cool drops splashed on my face.
Coming up: a quick TV rant! It’s about the habit many programmes have of telling several stories at once. (Grumpy Old Men – British TV series – is equally guilty, though they have been known to grumble about TV-viewing difficulties and irritations). For instance, you might get something like the following:
Mr Brown: I stood very still and the lion moved towards me…
Mrs Smith: It was very quiet, and all around me was just… water.
Mr Brown: It turned aside and disappeared into the undergrowth. I listened, and looked, but couldn’t see it at all.
Mrs Smith: My husband was sitting beside me in the tree, trying to get hold of his boss on the phone.
Mr Brown: Then he roared right in my ear!
Maybe I’m stupider than other viewers but I’m easily confused – I cannot switch my brain from story to story that quickly. When I’m engaged in one story, I hate being interrupted, even by another story that’s just as enthralling.
Is it just me?
It’s fast-moving television which will always be a little harder to follow when you need to read the captions as well as look at the footage. In particularly bad cases I miss a shot completely because I’m still reading the subtitles – and I’m a fast reader. In my view, that’s inconsiderate film editing.
The Disney Hercules video was difficult to follow because it moves so rapidly. I thought “well, maybe it’s because it’s an animated film… they’re bound to want to be economical with it.” Then I put on a video of Disney’s Cinderella (digitally remastered and captioned). I had no trouble following that at all. It was leisurely and smooth, and I loved the piece about the evil cat Lucifer.
I made the mistake of buying Hercules because I read somewhere that it was one of Disney’s funniest films – unfortunately it left me cold. There’s something about it that’s just too predictable. Cinderella, on the other hand, despite being as old and ‘out of date’, had me chuckling. Trust a cat to spice things up, though he wasn’t the only wonderful thing in it.
Old films are the best, after all!