Snakes on a Plane
One thing that you need to know about Bea and Emrys is that their house is a haven of all things televisual. They have a giant screen that comes down over one wall of their living room and then a projector system with surround sound that plays TV or DVDs onto it.
Let me take a moment to describe how much it hurts to watch perfidious Italy win the World Cup on such epic scale. Quite a bit, actually.
Right, so Yseult and I mostly spent our televisual hours watching Sharpe DVDs, because Sean Bean + tight pants = winning combination in any language.
See? And anyone spotting a vague similarity to J in his pre-ducal pudginess days would not be wholly mistaken. I likes me fellas with high cheekbones and distant looks. And slightly crooked noses (although I'm yet to date one who's broken his nose more often than I have. If J ever runs off with a Kylie lookalike, I'll have to turn to rugby players if I want to tick that box. Ewwww.)
Anyway ... the other thing that Yseult and I chatted about was an upcoming film called Snakes on a Plane. Apparently everyone on the Internet has heard of this film, except me. I've been busy.
The basic premise is simple. Snakes, plus Samuel L Jackson, on a plane. In fact, what more could you want? But the cult legends that have grown up around it are hysterical. So today I wasted a good 10 minutes chasing down a few links. This blog entry from last year started the whole thing rolling. Now it's a huge Internet monster, which Wikipedia has a good entry on here. I've just noticed that I still capitalise Internet, my internal style guide is still set ot the last millennium.
Apparently they reshot whole sequences to live up to fan expectations, making it gorier and more adult and adding the immortal line from SLJ: "I'm tired of these motherfuckin' snakes on this motherfuckin plane!"
Sometimes Hollywood is so lame, it's great. I do not think that the producers could have been more self referential without specialist medical equipment. Naturally, I will miss it at the cinema and catch it on DVD three years after everyone else stops finding it funny. But that's OK. I still appreciate it from over here.
Briefly back to Italy, I still hate most of them, but I must say that Buffon is one hell of a goalkeeper.
I will not be in River Haven, there just isn't enough cash for tickets plus bills. Hopefully some nice cheques from Aneala and Stormhold will turn up soon. And Pac Pubs still owe me a bit of cash. I sent off the recommendation books, which I actually had time to finish updating from our reign (eight hours it took! Crazy!) plus some extra goodies for D&A and scrolls and cyphers that are outstanding for the northerners. Fingers crossed Aus Post gets it there on time. The good news is that I can go to Katje's! And the Rocks' Coffee Festival on Sunday for J.
I missed a call from Charley at HB while I was away. She was out today, so I'll try her again tomorrow. I hope she's still looking for a lovely deputy editor, because I like the title and the team, and would have fun there for a few years. Fingers crossed.
Must go and sort Aneala photos so I can do that post ...
Let me take a moment to describe how much it hurts to watch perfidious Italy win the World Cup on such epic scale. Quite a bit, actually.
Right, so Yseult and I mostly spent our televisual hours watching Sharpe DVDs, because Sean Bean + tight pants = winning combination in any language.
See? And anyone spotting a vague similarity to J in his pre-ducal pudginess days would not be wholly mistaken. I likes me fellas with high cheekbones and distant looks. And slightly crooked noses (although I'm yet to date one who's broken his nose more often than I have. If J ever runs off with a Kylie lookalike, I'll have to turn to rugby players if I want to tick that box. Ewwww.)Anyway ... the other thing that Yseult and I chatted about was an upcoming film called Snakes on a Plane. Apparently everyone on the Internet has heard of this film, except me. I've been busy.
The basic premise is simple. Snakes, plus Samuel L Jackson, on a plane. In fact, what more could you want? But the cult legends that have grown up around it are hysterical. So today I wasted a good 10 minutes chasing down a few links. This blog entry from last year started the whole thing rolling. Now it's a huge Internet monster, which Wikipedia has a good entry on here. I've just noticed that I still capitalise Internet, my internal style guide is still set ot the last millennium.
Apparently they reshot whole sequences to live up to fan expectations, making it gorier and more adult and adding the immortal line from SLJ: "I'm tired of these motherfuckin' snakes on this motherfuckin plane!"
Sometimes Hollywood is so lame, it's great. I do not think that the producers could have been more self referential without specialist medical equipment. Naturally, I will miss it at the cinema and catch it on DVD three years after everyone else stops finding it funny. But that's OK. I still appreciate it from over here.
Briefly back to Italy, I still hate most of them, but I must say that Buffon is one hell of a goalkeeper.
I will not be in River Haven, there just isn't enough cash for tickets plus bills. Hopefully some nice cheques from Aneala and Stormhold will turn up soon. And Pac Pubs still owe me a bit of cash. I sent off the recommendation books, which I actually had time to finish updating from our reign (eight hours it took! Crazy!) plus some extra goodies for D&A and scrolls and cyphers that are outstanding for the northerners. Fingers crossed Aus Post gets it there on time. The good news is that I can go to Katje's! And the Rocks' Coffee Festival on Sunday for J.
I missed a call from Charley at HB while I was away. She was out today, so I'll try her again tomorrow. I hope she's still looking for a lovely deputy editor, because I like the title and the team, and would have fun there for a few years. Fingers crossed.
Must go and sort Aneala photos so I can do that post ...
posted by Miss D at 4:05 pm
4 Comments:
Sharpe is so lovely so many reasons. *drools*
My J is also interested in Coffee Festival. My people will talk to your people, see if they can work something out.
Oh, and you are the bestest duchess ever. EVER! Will this make my buttonholes graceful? Oh gods, I can't believe I said that. Or that it's such an abonimable frock. But we'll just keep saying "camping frock, camping frock, campping frock" to ourselves, won't we.
Now i'm speaking in plural. I must be delusional. I blame the koftas.
Time for bed for this one I think.
Sean Bean... hmmm, wouldn't kick him out of bed in a hurry. Na-ah, no siree, no way, would never happen.
Was going to ask about the new job, but there are still more posts to catch up on.
Gillian.
Sharp is one of my favourite things! And so is Sean Bean...
We should have a Sharp party! I feel a need to own the boxed set after staying at Emrys's.
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