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daemonlunaSo we had a mostly-crappy evening yesterday. On the way to get kibble, we stopped at the video store (another long story) and the car started to overheat, and lo and behold, to steam. Coolant fluid ALL over the parking lot. Whee. This is doubly annoying because we just got it back on Wed from having it checked over, and Batb was all happy-bouncy-hyper because it was much less expensive than she was afraid.
The AMA guy was really nice and helpful, but still. What looked like had happened is the guys at the GM dealership might have left the lid off the radiator. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
On top of that there's this whole deal with the balcony and I'm not even going to START on that now since I'm on my lunch break at work and that will make me even more cranky.
A day in my absolutely thrilling and compelling life. Whee.
So after all that, we rented Lost in La Mancha last night. It's about a movie project (The Man Who Killed Don Quixote) by Terry Gilliam that goes horribly wrong. Like the part where they have no actors. And then the set is on a flood plain. And then their lead actor is so ill he can't ride. So the movie is scrapped, but they took the footage from the filming and made a documentry thingie out of it. Just oh so incidentally, Johnny Depp is one of the people who was cast in the original movie, and hence is in the documentary. Nooo ulterior motives here... Anyhow. It was interesting in a train wreck kinda way. I still need to go home and play with the second disc of additional features.
Book(s) of the moment:
I read Tom Finder by Martine Leavitt the other night. It's about a teen runaway who can't remember anything about himself other than his first name. He meets this old native guy in Prince's Island Park (it takes place in downtown Calgary, which was really cool. I was all, hey, I know that park! That corner! That LRT station!) who tells Tom he's a finder and he has to find his son for him. Tom convinces himself that when he finds this kid, he's going to be able to find his own home.
I also read Mates, Dates, and Inflatable Bras on the bus today. Teen girl fluff, for fans of Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging, Princess Diaries, etc. British author, fun, but obviously little substance. (Read the aforementioned for junk food reading, then add Feeling Sorry for Celia, Alice I Think, and Speak to the pile.)
I've got a new Jane Yolen book sitting here waiting for me, Girl in a Cage. It's about Marjory Bruce, the eleven year old daughter of Robert the Bruce. Her father becomes king, but the King of England, Edward Longshanks, captures her and locks her in a wooden cage in the middle of a village town square. More details to follow--it's Jane Yolen, it's bound to be really good. Bwaha. New-good-book gloating.
The AMA guy was really nice and helpful, but still. What looked like had happened is the guys at the GM dealership might have left the lid off the radiator. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
On top of that there's this whole deal with the balcony and I'm not even going to START on that now since I'm on my lunch break at work and that will make me even more cranky.
A day in my absolutely thrilling and compelling life. Whee.
So after all that, we rented Lost in La Mancha last night. It's about a movie project (The Man Who Killed Don Quixote) by Terry Gilliam that goes horribly wrong. Like the part where they have no actors. And then the set is on a flood plain. And then their lead actor is so ill he can't ride. So the movie is scrapped, but they took the footage from the filming and made a documentry thingie out of it. Just oh so incidentally, Johnny Depp is one of the people who was cast in the original movie, and hence is in the documentary. Nooo ulterior motives here... Anyhow. It was interesting in a train wreck kinda way. I still need to go home and play with the second disc of additional features.
Book(s) of the moment:
I read Tom Finder by Martine Leavitt the other night. It's about a teen runaway who can't remember anything about himself other than his first name. He meets this old native guy in Prince's Island Park (it takes place in downtown Calgary, which was really cool. I was all, hey, I know that park! That corner! That LRT station!) who tells Tom he's a finder and he has to find his son for him. Tom convinces himself that when he finds this kid, he's going to be able to find his own home.
I also read Mates, Dates, and Inflatable Bras on the bus today. Teen girl fluff, for fans of Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging, Princess Diaries, etc. British author, fun, but obviously little substance. (Read the aforementioned for junk food reading, then add Feeling Sorry for Celia, Alice I Think, and Speak to the pile.)
I've got a new Jane Yolen book sitting here waiting for me, Girl in a Cage. It's about Marjory Bruce, the eleven year old daughter of Robert the Bruce. Her father becomes king, but the King of England, Edward Longshanks, captures her and locks her in a wooden cage in the middle of a village town square. More details to follow--it's Jane Yolen, it's bound to be really good. Bwaha. New-good-book gloating.
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