Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Paul Collingwood
Soundtrack: "Know Your Enemy" by Manic Street Preachers
Good arvo this arvo.
This isn't really a post about Paul Collingwood, but I used it as the title for added effect. Basically, I was really rather pleased to read this article just now, even if it did mean that Somerset still really really suck at cricket. Okay, so this one is rather worrying, and Lardy Robert Key is actually averaging more than Colly, with three 100s and four 50s to Colly's four 100s, but he's already proven that he doesn't have the temperament, especially against the Aussies. The other thing that I feel that Colly could add is an extra dimension to the fielding. Let's face it, England's fielding was awful at Lord's, and with somebody like The QGO to save boundaries and take stunning catches, it would buoy the team. They'd probably waste him by shoving him in at short leg, though.
I did indeed go and see "Monster-In-Law" yesterday, and it was truly dire. Michael Vartan was adorable, though. Especially without a shirt on the 25m screen. [Incidentally, I checked, and the popcorn costs thus: Small $2.50, Medium $3.50, Large $4.50, so even that's cheap.] That's two chick-flicks I've seen in a row, and I came out of the cinema with a horrified look stuck on my face. What the hell was I doing, punishing myself so? I did enjoy "Bewitched" immensely, but to follow it up with that monstrosity... The worst bit was sitting in a cinema full of girlies who made all the right noises in all the right places: they laughed at the unfunny jokes, they made swooning noises every time Vartan came on-screen... And therefore, I needed tea and cake, and I needed it bad.
A couple of doors down from the cinema is a cute little British-colonial-in-India-style coffee shop, with an attached gift store, and it's absolutely gorgeous. I sat in there for two hours, eating amazing cake (sweet and savoury) and drinking rose-infused tea, which was lovely. Underneath ornamental ceiling fans and to a soundtrack of Twenties parlour records, I re-read Harry Bloody Potter/Half-Blood Prince and treated myself for having sat through two hours of dross previously. And then I went to meet Michael back at the cinema and we went to see "Sin City," which was just what I needed.
Yes, it was violent. Yes, there were lots of scantily-clad young ladies. But I didn't care. After all that sugariness, I needed some dark and edgy without too happy an ending. The cinematography looked fantastic, and Bruce Willis and Clive Owen have perfect faces for comic book characters. Sorry, graphic novels [she says, giving a nod to Seth Cohen.] The reviewer in the local paper hated it, but that's because she's one of those uber-feminist types, and she was on and on about how it repressed women and just treated them as objects. I completely disagree: I thought it empowered women, and the Old Town storyline was great because it showed that they weren't just dumb whores, they were kick-arse bitches who could take care of themselves.
It's a beautiful day. I can't be arsed to do anything constructive, but I think I might go for a walk just for the sheer joy of going for a walk.
Come on, The Quiet Ginger One!
Good arvo this arvo.
This isn't really a post about Paul Collingwood, but I used it as the title for added effect. Basically, I was really rather pleased to read this article just now, even if it did mean that Somerset still really really suck at cricket. Okay, so this one is rather worrying, and Lardy Robert Key is actually averaging more than Colly, with three 100s and four 50s to Colly's four 100s, but he's already proven that he doesn't have the temperament, especially against the Aussies. The other thing that I feel that Colly could add is an extra dimension to the fielding. Let's face it, England's fielding was awful at Lord's, and with somebody like The QGO to save boundaries and take stunning catches, it would buoy the team. They'd probably waste him by shoving him in at short leg, though.
I did indeed go and see "Monster-In-Law" yesterday, and it was truly dire. Michael Vartan was adorable, though. Especially without a shirt on the 25m screen. [Incidentally, I checked, and the popcorn costs thus: Small $2.50, Medium $3.50, Large $4.50, so even that's cheap.] That's two chick-flicks I've seen in a row, and I came out of the cinema with a horrified look stuck on my face. What the hell was I doing, punishing myself so? I did enjoy "Bewitched" immensely, but to follow it up with that monstrosity... The worst bit was sitting in a cinema full of girlies who made all the right noises in all the right places: they laughed at the unfunny jokes, they made swooning noises every time Vartan came on-screen... And therefore, I needed tea and cake, and I needed it bad.
A couple of doors down from the cinema is a cute little British-colonial-in-India-style coffee shop, with an attached gift store, and it's absolutely gorgeous. I sat in there for two hours, eating amazing cake (sweet and savoury) and drinking rose-infused tea, which was lovely. Underneath ornamental ceiling fans and to a soundtrack of Twenties parlour records, I re-read Harry Bloody Potter/Half-Blood Prince and treated myself for having sat through two hours of dross previously. And then I went to meet Michael back at the cinema and we went to see "Sin City," which was just what I needed.
Yes, it was violent. Yes, there were lots of scantily-clad young ladies. But I didn't care. After all that sugariness, I needed some dark and edgy without too happy an ending. The cinematography looked fantastic, and Bruce Willis and Clive Owen have perfect faces for comic book characters. Sorry, graphic novels [she says, giving a nod to Seth Cohen.] The reviewer in the local paper hated it, but that's because she's one of those uber-feminist types, and she was on and on about how it repressed women and just treated them as objects. I completely disagree: I thought it empowered women, and the Old Town storyline was great because it showed that they weren't just dumb whores, they were kick-arse bitches who could take care of themselves.
It's a beautiful day. I can't be arsed to do anything constructive, but I think I might go for a walk just for the sheer joy of going for a walk.
Come on, The Quiet Ginger One!
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Your lady-of-leisure lifestyle seems to suit you, Steph. Sitting in a tea-shop reading Harry Potter sounds superb. Sorry to hear about all the women in Sin City, I had wondered whether it was worth seeing but I guess not.
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