Films and Outside
May. 12th, 2006 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I went to the cinema twice, to see Transamerica, which was lovely, and just really wonderful, and Confetti.
At which I cried harder than at anything recently, both in the cinema and then in the car afterwards because it was just awful. She got a nose job because they told her she would win if she did, and that she wasn't pretty enough for them, and then when she tried to fix it it turned out awful, and then they didn't win because of it. I hate Jimmy Carr even more for this. He played the judge who fixed the competition, and I hate him anyway for being a twat. And then Guy-from-Green-Wing was being really nice about it, and everyone just pretended it was a good nose, and it was terrible and she knew it. But probably the thing that set me off most was the wedding planners (who were really lovely) shouting at them that it wasn't their fault they didn't have enough friends to come to the wedding, and then not being able to afford to fly her family over because they'd spent all their money on the horrible nose job. But then thingy-also-from-Green-Wing was very lovely and sweet and naked, which slightly made up for the horror of the tennis couple.
Last night I watched Never Mind the Full Stops, which was mostly just dull, and partly insufficiently pedantic. Also, panellists putting an apostrophe in a possessive "its" isn't them being caught out, it's ridiculous ignorance when you're appearing on a programme about punctuation and language. And if asked the question "what is a malapropism", saying "oh, pineapple of perfection" is not an acceptable answer, ecen if you know about Mrs Malaprop. That could just as easily have been an example of obsessive alliteration, or using fruits inappropriately. I was thoroughly disappointed, not least because awful Carol Thatcher was on it.
We have flowers and herbs in our yard. I even helped to plant some of them. I am not really a gardeny/outside person, but they look really nice. Happily our collective outside creature distastes compliment each other, so that I cannot do worms, but am happy with snails and spiders, Jen is not particularly impressed with snails, but doesn't mind most other things, and Alice is not happy about spiders, but will do woodlouse for me when I accidentally uncover them under the washing machine. Oh, and we got an email quote for the washing machine! I was so happy. I hate calling people and asking them about things like that, and they had a website so we just sent in a query and they responded without anyone making me feel stupid for not understanding technical things.
I went to the cinema twice, to see Transamerica, which was lovely, and just really wonderful, and Confetti.
At which I cried harder than at anything recently, both in the cinema and then in the car afterwards because it was just awful. She got a nose job because they told her she would win if she did, and that she wasn't pretty enough for them, and then when she tried to fix it it turned out awful, and then they didn't win because of it. I hate Jimmy Carr even more for this. He played the judge who fixed the competition, and I hate him anyway for being a twat. And then Guy-from-Green-Wing was being really nice about it, and everyone just pretended it was a good nose, and it was terrible and she knew it. But probably the thing that set me off most was the wedding planners (who were really lovely) shouting at them that it wasn't their fault they didn't have enough friends to come to the wedding, and then not being able to afford to fly her family over because they'd spent all their money on the horrible nose job. But then thingy-also-from-Green-Wing was very lovely and sweet and naked, which slightly made up for the horror of the tennis couple.
Last night I watched Never Mind the Full Stops, which was mostly just dull, and partly insufficiently pedantic. Also, panellists putting an apostrophe in a possessive "its" isn't them being caught out, it's ridiculous ignorance when you're appearing on a programme about punctuation and language. And if asked the question "what is a malapropism", saying "oh, pineapple of perfection" is not an acceptable answer, ecen if you know about Mrs Malaprop. That could just as easily have been an example of obsessive alliteration, or using fruits inappropriately. I was thoroughly disappointed, not least because awful Carol Thatcher was on it.
We have flowers and herbs in our yard. I even helped to plant some of them. I am not really a gardeny/outside person, but they look really nice. Happily our collective outside creature distastes compliment each other, so that I cannot do worms, but am happy with snails and spiders, Jen is not particularly impressed with snails, but doesn't mind most other things, and Alice is not happy about spiders, but will do woodlouse for me when I accidentally uncover them under the washing machine. Oh, and we got an email quote for the washing machine! I was so happy. I hate calling people and asking them about things like that, and they had a website so we just sent in a query and they responded without anyone making me feel stupid for not understanding technical things.
