Neil is back after a week in Edinburgh. He goes back for another week tomorrow, so there’s a lot of this happening: What does your weekend look like? Share a photo or link or comment. …
And so, yesterday Neil’s toasting bagels. And then we smell something burning. And then I hear, ‘Babe, the toaster’s on fire.’ And I look up from my non-blog writing to see flames. Flames in the middle of my toaster. Neil runs over and unplugs the toaster. Throws a damp cloth over it. My ‘Oh shit!’ was very helpful, in case you’re wondering. And our smoke detector works. There’s that, too. The toaster is now downstairs waiting to be taken to…
This was going to be yesterday’s post, but all the fresh air from the weekend left me too tired to crank up the computer last night. Anyway. September’s book group selection was Pontypool Changes Everything. Since the Afterword basically states the movie is better, and people really shouldn’t have read the book, few of us did. When we got together on Friday night to watch Pontypool, the warm-up act was this, from Even Stevens: Don’t ask me why. I’m still…
I’ve loved movies since I cried during Follow That Bird and my Dad took me to My Left Foot and called it research. Whether it’s at home with a bowl of burnt popcorn, or in a plush seat at the theatre, I don’t talk during the film and I watch to the end of the credits. And for the record, I didn’t ask for my money back because The Artist is a silent film. My most recent movie date with…
