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Well, I had an extremely eventful weekend.
So, we were baby-sitting for Emily (two years old) and Tyler (four) on Friday evening. I more or less ignored them for the first few hours, because everyone else was watching them. Then Emily came into my bedroom and climbed into my sister's bed, where she pretended to fall asleep.
From that position, she clambered onto my bed, grinning at me the whole while. I had my wallet out and was trying to count my money. Emily took the wallet and found my McDonald's bucks, and snickered at them. She lost interest and took the rest of my money, spreading it around. I, having nothing to do without my precious money, asked her if she wanted to listen to some music. She gave me a look like, "What on Earth is that?"
So I turned R.E.M. on, and Emily started smiling and bouncing up and down. I took advantage of her preoccupation to take my money back and try to return it to some semblance of order. Emily stole it back, and then started taking my change out and handing it to me. Joy.
The song ended, and her head snapped up. She pointed insistently at the stereo. I informed her that the next song was coming, and when it did, she started grinning again, and continued with taking everything out of my wallet.
Now, on to the pet peeve part of this. I hate it - just hate it - when writers gift small children with powers beyond their ability. And I'm not talking about magic. I'm talking about one-year-olds who talk, and things like that. This entire story above really did happen, and that is how kids act. I really hate stories - especially original, published stories - that ignore age. If they want that supposedly three-year-old child to speak perfect English, so be it, right? Aaaargh.
After the kids left, my mother took Mari and I to see Laws of Attraction. These are my reactions to it.
1. Aw, I love Julianne Moore.
2. Aw, her mother is great.
3. Aw, Pierce Brosnan is cute!
4. OMG HIS CHARACTER IS NAMED DANIEL.
It wasn't the best movie ever, though it was infinitely better than Intolerable Cruelty. It was cute, and sweet, and funny. The fact that the male lead was named Daniel...coincidence. I happen to love the name Daniel just now.
I'm in the minority.
I actually liked Secret Window.
I went and saw it for the first time yesterday. It's my opinion that, except for Benny & Joon, Johnny Depp has never looked better. The robe, the glasses, the hat (oh my God the hat) - and the accent, the accent was insanely hot.
At any rate, the movie was somewhat predictable. I knew, for example, from the instant I saw the dog that it was going to die. When I saw the bundle on the table, I covered my mouth and slid down in my seat, and almost screamed anyway.
But I did not predict the ending.
It might be because I don't usually see movies like that, or read books like that. The genre gives me nightmares. But, really, I didn't see that coming. In retrospect, I probably should have. But I didn't.
Johnny Depp is an utterly brilliant man.
Okay, here's something that bothers me.
If, indeed, Catherine and Co. didn't know that the cartouche had star constellations in it, then how come they had a map of the universe in the Stargate room?
You can't tell me that it was because of Jack that they didn't tell Daniel right away what they suspected. They had ages before Jack showed up to tell him, "You see these symbols? We think they might be star constellations, instead of Egyptian hieroglyphs." But they didn't. So, it makes me wonder, how much did they know? How much of what Daniel told them was new information?
And why does Catherine insist on calling him "Jackson"?
Pyrae-sama, come over here right now. We can watch Stargate. I can fold clothes. It will be great.
So, we were baby-sitting for Emily (two years old) and Tyler (four) on Friday evening. I more or less ignored them for the first few hours, because everyone else was watching them. Then Emily came into my bedroom and climbed into my sister's bed, where she pretended to fall asleep.
From that position, she clambered onto my bed, grinning at me the whole while. I had my wallet out and was trying to count my money. Emily took the wallet and found my McDonald's bucks, and snickered at them. She lost interest and took the rest of my money, spreading it around. I, having nothing to do without my precious money, asked her if she wanted to listen to some music. She gave me a look like, "What on Earth is that?"
So I turned R.E.M. on, and Emily started smiling and bouncing up and down. I took advantage of her preoccupation to take my money back and try to return it to some semblance of order. Emily stole it back, and then started taking my change out and handing it to me. Joy.
The song ended, and her head snapped up. She pointed insistently at the stereo. I informed her that the next song was coming, and when it did, she started grinning again, and continued with taking everything out of my wallet.
Now, on to the pet peeve part of this. I hate it - just hate it - when writers gift small children with powers beyond their ability. And I'm not talking about magic. I'm talking about one-year-olds who talk, and things like that. This entire story above really did happen, and that is how kids act. I really hate stories - especially original, published stories - that ignore age. If they want that supposedly three-year-old child to speak perfect English, so be it, right? Aaaargh.
After the kids left, my mother took Mari and I to see Laws of Attraction. These are my reactions to it.
1. Aw, I love Julianne Moore.
2. Aw, her mother is great.
3. Aw, Pierce Brosnan is cute!
4. OMG HIS CHARACTER IS NAMED DANIEL.
It wasn't the best movie ever, though it was infinitely better than Intolerable Cruelty. It was cute, and sweet, and funny. The fact that the male lead was named Daniel...coincidence. I happen to love the name Daniel just now.
I'm in the minority.
I actually liked Secret Window.
I went and saw it for the first time yesterday. It's my opinion that, except for Benny & Joon, Johnny Depp has never looked better. The robe, the glasses, the hat (oh my God the hat) - and the accent, the accent was insanely hot.
At any rate, the movie was somewhat predictable. I knew, for example, from the instant I saw the dog that it was going to die. When I saw the bundle on the table, I covered my mouth and slid down in my seat, and almost screamed anyway.
But I did not predict the ending.
It might be because I don't usually see movies like that, or read books like that. The genre gives me nightmares. But, really, I didn't see that coming. In retrospect, I probably should have. But I didn't.
Johnny Depp is an utterly brilliant man.
Okay, here's something that bothers me.
If, indeed, Catherine and Co. didn't know that the cartouche had star constellations in it, then how come they had a map of the universe in the Stargate room?
You can't tell me that it was because of Jack that they didn't tell Daniel right away what they suspected. They had ages before Jack showed up to tell him, "You see these symbols? We think they might be star constellations, instead of Egyptian hieroglyphs." But they didn't. So, it makes me wonder, how much did they know? How much of what Daniel told them was new information?
And why does Catherine insist on calling him "Jackson"?
Pyrae-sama, come over here right now. We can watch Stargate. I can fold clothes. It will be great.
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