How do peeps of all shape, size and designation – what’s shakin’?
Figured I should provide a little weekend light relief. It’s been a warm and humid one in Notts, let me tell you. I dig the sun, but humidity I’m not a fan of. Especially when I’ve got deadlines of justice to chase and I’m sweating my ass off, hunched over my desk.
Still, I have an uber-oscillating fan so I should probably shut my cake-hole and get on with the post.
As well as the writing (which I’ll come to in a bit… promise), I’m back in training. The Robin Hood half-marathon (and marathon, as it happens) is looming and I’ve got my name of the list of nutters/athletes who are going to run the bast. To be truthful, I didn’t run this weekend – a couple of days off are just what my legs need to recover their muscle mass and all that jazz-ola. I have been doing some light weight work and crunches, though – all good for core strength, don’t you know. Ask my pal, Chris Wraight – he’s a runner and knows all about that stuff. Chris, if you’re this – how do, sir (I had the great pleasure of reading the first half of Chris’s next book – it’s 40K and it’s fookin’ awesome – ask about on his blog, no thunder-stealing here… no, siree).
Films! Yes, I do like to watch the odd movie. Been to the silver screen (aka ‘the flicks’) once this week (or should that be last week? Just when does the week begin anyway? I’ve heard Monday and Sunday both being touted as possibilites – anyway, who gives a crap). Toy Story 3 was the animated delight of choice and it was indeed animated and did in fact delight. Got a bit of a soft spot for animated flicks, Pixar especially, and this was great. Seen in 3D it was a lot of fun, but I don’t really think the extra dimension was necessary (please, oh, please, lofty film-making gods, stop slapping 3D onto your films if they don’t warrant it – you are devaluing an already gimmicky gimmick – ’nuff said). The story was great (about some toys, don’t you know) and actually had some pretty dark/moving moments in it. Top drawer – heed the reviews that’ve been banding around and go see.
On the small screen (aka the TV), I watched Whip It!. The good lady and I both enjoyed this coming of age sports comedy (and I say, huh? Huh?), starring Ellen Paige (who I always want to call Elaine Paige, because I am an arch-douch bag) and directed by Drew Barrymore (who’s also in it) and very ably co-starring the slightly mental but eminently watchable Juliet Lewis (who I had a bugger of a time remembering the name of, but got there just before the end credits were about to roll – almost an epic fail). The sport in question is roller-derby of all things, on account of which the film had a quintessential small-town America feel and the whiff of the independent movie about it (though, it did get cinematic distribution). I think ‘charming’ would be the word I’d use to describe. Very nice, a little light of plot, but lots of fun and Paige does a cracking job in it. Honestly, I found her a little insufferable in Juno but I guess that was her character – she’s much more endearing in this, and also has a great turn in Inception. Rent it if you fancy a light hour and a half-ish of nice, fuzzy entertainment with pretty girls in tight shorts and roller skates (did I forget to mention that part? My bad… ).
Speaking of Inception, I hold my hand up and accept that my shit-baggery has bubbled like a used diaper to the surface of this post. Yes, I did say I’d write a review of this film, and no, now that it’s been out for yonks, I’m not going to do that. Apologies, unlike Aladdin’s Lamp everything that you wish for (and I promise) on the blog doesn’t always come true. That’s not to say I hadn’t intended to, life and work and all that other mad stuff, just gets in the way sometimes. In lieu of that, I will say this: Kicks. Ass. Someone told me the other day that they didn’t like it and I nearly spat out my tea. Don’t listen to them (as if you would, discerning listeners…). Inception is probably one of the best, most intense sci-fi thriller/action/intrigue movies you’re ever likely to see. That and Moon are my top sf movie pics of this year (he says, sounding like some kind of bona fide critic – charlatan Kyme, charlatan!).
Hey! I watched the final episode of Spartacus: Blood and Sand this morning. Bloody hell (literally, ‘bloody’), it was a visceral feast! This show has grown on me. It started out as a sort of sexy 300 (and, boy, was there a lot of sex and titilation in this one – not for the under 18’s, yer hear!), riddled with foul language and I wondered if I was going to bother continuing watching after the first few, fairly, gratuitous episodes. But, as the show ground on and sub-plots were seeded in, paid off, layered up etc, etc, I found myself really liking it.
Yes, there was the odd bit of profanity that made me chuckle (some of John Hannah’s lines were classic and you can tell he was hamming it up to the max and loving every minute), but this was a series that had a denser narrative than it at first appeared. Characters were developed, some of the action and SFX (for a TV show) were simply stunning and if you like gore there was plenty of that too. I was sad to see it end, but it had one of the best finales ever. Good news is the show will be back next year (it airs on Bravo – home of the brave, apparently – which also boasts the excellent Sons of Anarchy), albeit with a slightly different moniker (well, the suffix, anyway), Spartacus: Gods of the Arena. If you’re an adult and like the gory, sexy stuff in loin cloths and sandals, go see.
Dexter is back, and I whoop in delight at its return. With Spartacus on the way out, TV was becoming a cold and lonely refuge once more and my V+ box was starting to feel distinctly unloved. The show about Miami’s favourite serial killer and forensic pathologist is a cracker. Personally, I think the producers have outdone themselves with each successive series, so I have high hopes for this one in which the titular character is balancing being a new dad with his predilection to slice up bad guys and microscope slide their blood for his air vent collective. Top drama indeed. Gawd bless Michael C Hall.
What news of Shakespeare then? No, no, no – I don’t mean the bard. That guy’s been dead for ages. Nope, I’m talking about the legend that is my live in house rabbit. Well, in a nutshell (or should that be carrot patch), he’s fine. The little bugger had been eating waaaaay to much, so over the last few months I’ve been cutting back his feed. As a result, he’s thinner and more sprightly but he’s also turned the extra energies towards destructive tendencies. See exhibit A through F.
Yep, that’s right – he chewed the bejesus out of my DVDs. Even the plastic ones! Oh, the horror, the horror! He actually went and snagged them from my DVD case – something he hasn’t taken the blindest bit of notice off for months and decide to have it. I mean, he even had a go at Scrooged. It’s Scrooged! Where’s the heart, I ask you.
These examples of Shakespearean carnage (maybe the rabbit was aiming to pen a tragedy with me as its central protagonist – ‘Is this a cooking pot I see before me?’ ‘To bite or not to bite – that is the question!’) pale in comparison to exhibit G…
The first rule of DVD Fight Club? Never let your house rabbit near Fight Club!
But, despite his rampage, it’s impossible to stay mad at the little fella (I managed twenty minutes before capitulating in the face of his cuteness – the mourning for the DVDs goes on, however…).
This is the little chap on his new cushion, which I purchased for him today. I think he likes it (chew that you little so and so…).
Thanks to all for the action flick/buddy movie suggestions. Loving Heat and Alien Nation, in particular (man, I had forgotten about that one). But I have another for the mix: anyone remember Dark Angel? No, not that dodgy sf show with Jessica Alba in it, but the cheesy 80’s (I think) flick with Dolph Lundgren. Top stuff!
Work-wise. I’m on with Fall of Damnos right now. I figure, once I’ve got a bit more to say on the subject, I’ll do a dedicated post. Suffice to say, righyt now I’m just over 12,000 words in and planning like a crazy thing to balance all the lore and make it into a compelling story. More to follow on that soon-ish (maybe… ).
Well, I reckon that’ll do for now. I’m just about to go and check this afternoon’s footy results (Fantasy Football is back on with a vengeance now the Prem has begun anew and I aim to raise my standing in the BL mini-league). Tonight, I’m cooking gnocci. Yum!