Holiday Sugar High Movie Review
Argh! Me throat feels all better, matey! Well, mostly better. It still hurts, but at least I can turn my big red pirate head.
Today I ate a large vanilla milkshake from Sonic and felt completely justified in doing so. My mom taught me it's okay to indulge when you don't feel good. She took me for a milkshake every month on the way home from the orthodontist after I had my braces tightened. Every month for five years. Now that I think about it, that could help explain what happened to my slender body and athletic ability...
Happy fourth, by the way. We watched movies all day (my three sentence review of Pans Labyrinth coming up shortly) and ate leftovers even though we were really craving some grilled burgers and hot dogs. Our new neighbors had a party. We haven't met them yet and weren't invited, but fortunately all of their guests parked in our yard, so at least we felt included in some way. (I hate neighbors. We really, really must get to work on saving for that 100 acres in the country.) We briefly considered using the computer to print up fake parking tickets, but decided to pass because it rained. Later we'll probably sit on the porch and watch the other rednecks shoot off fireworks. They never miss an opportunity to set off fireworks, and we never miss an opportunity to watch from the porch.
My ENT appt. is tomorrow at 2:00. Can you tell I'm looking forward to it? I'm ready to get on the path to wellness and decent hearing.
Here it is-- my three sentence review of Pans Labyrinth.
From this exciting children's movie, we can learn two lessons. First, there are such things as fairies and..uh..fauns, and if you wake in the middle of the night, one might be standing at the foot of your bed waiting to sacrifice your baby brother. Second, if you don't obey, your step-dad will shoot you-- but you'll get to go live in a kingdom in the sky, and no, it's not even the same place where Spot went last summer.
That's not really a review, I guess. I didn't care much for it. It took me a while to get into it, but I wasn't really in the mood to watch it when we did. Until the point where the little girl disobeyed the creepy faun and ate the grapes, I really wanted to leave the room to play on the computer, and I was just sticking it out for TH's sake. After that part, I wanted to see what was going to happen to her. Certain parts of the movie were somewhat predictable. The mandrake root's connection to the baby, the mother going into labor at the exact moment the doctor gets killed, etc.
I didn't expect to see so much gore, and while I can sometimes suspend disbelief long enough to visit a fairyland or whatever, I'm much more comfortable when I can imagine that what's happening in the movie is somewhat possible. I dunno. It was all right, if you're into that sort of thing. It would've been better in the theatre. I'm so moody that I can honestly say I might have enjoyed it on a different day, time of the month, under different circumstances, whatever.
I'm too busy thinking about what I'm going to do with my young 'uns. Will they be easier than my last bunch? Harder? Crazier? Smarter? Will there be a desk thrower among them? Summer will be over before you know it, and Hillbilly Mom and I will be telling you all sorts of fabulous teacher stories.
When I was a kid, I used to wish I was a bald eagle. They can fly, they're gorgeous, they're tough, and it's illegal to kill them so I figured I'd be pretty safe. Of all the animals, I still think I'd choose to be this one over any other. I'm glad this bird is the symbol of my country, and not something gay, like a turkey. I hear we came close to choosing the turkey. Ahh the majestic...turkey?
Today I ate a large vanilla milkshake from Sonic and felt completely justified in doing so. My mom taught me it's okay to indulge when you don't feel good. She took me for a milkshake every month on the way home from the orthodontist after I had my braces tightened. Every month for five years. Now that I think about it, that could help explain what happened to my slender body and athletic ability...
Happy fourth, by the way. We watched movies all day (my three sentence review of Pans Labyrinth coming up shortly) and ate leftovers even though we were really craving some grilled burgers and hot dogs. Our new neighbors had a party. We haven't met them yet and weren't invited, but fortunately all of their guests parked in our yard, so at least we felt included in some way. (I hate neighbors. We really, really must get to work on saving for that 100 acres in the country.) We briefly considered using the computer to print up fake parking tickets, but decided to pass because it rained. Later we'll probably sit on the porch and watch the other rednecks shoot off fireworks. They never miss an opportunity to set off fireworks, and we never miss an opportunity to watch from the porch.
My ENT appt. is tomorrow at 2:00. Can you tell I'm looking forward to it? I'm ready to get on the path to wellness and decent hearing.
Here it is-- my three sentence review of Pans Labyrinth.
From this exciting children's movie, we can learn two lessons. First, there are such things as fairies and..uh..fauns, and if you wake in the middle of the night, one might be standing at the foot of your bed waiting to sacrifice your baby brother. Second, if you don't obey, your step-dad will shoot you-- but you'll get to go live in a kingdom in the sky, and no, it's not even the same place where Spot went last summer.
That's not really a review, I guess. I didn't care much for it. It took me a while to get into it, but I wasn't really in the mood to watch it when we did. Until the point where the little girl disobeyed the creepy faun and ate the grapes, I really wanted to leave the room to play on the computer, and I was just sticking it out for TH's sake. After that part, I wanted to see what was going to happen to her. Certain parts of the movie were somewhat predictable. The mandrake root's connection to the baby, the mother going into labor at the exact moment the doctor gets killed, etc.
I didn't expect to see so much gore, and while I can sometimes suspend disbelief long enough to visit a fairyland or whatever, I'm much more comfortable when I can imagine that what's happening in the movie is somewhat possible. I dunno. It was all right, if you're into that sort of thing. It would've been better in the theatre. I'm so moody that I can honestly say I might have enjoyed it on a different day, time of the month, under different circumstances, whatever.
I'm too busy thinking about what I'm going to do with my young 'uns. Will they be easier than my last bunch? Harder? Crazier? Smarter? Will there be a desk thrower among them? Summer will be over before you know it, and Hillbilly Mom and I will be telling you all sorts of fabulous teacher stories.
When I was a kid, I used to wish I was a bald eagle. They can fly, they're gorgeous, they're tough, and it's illegal to kill them so I figured I'd be pretty safe. Of all the animals, I still think I'd choose to be this one over any other. I'm glad this bird is the symbol of my country, and not something gay, like a turkey. I hear we came close to choosing the turkey. Ahh the majestic...turkey?
I saw an eagle in the wild one time, from a distance. I was in Spokane, WA, on a training thing, and a group of us drove into Idaho, and up into Canada and saw one flying. It was amazing. It was cold and there was snow on the ground, but it wasn't cold like it would be here if snow was on the ground. The air is so much less humid there, you just don't feel the cold as much. I've always wanted to go back and see what it's like in the summer.
The Choctaws are having a big fireworks display out at the casino. I can't see it from my house, but I can hear the booms. It's about ten miles from my house, it's surprising how well it can be heard.
Let us know how the doctor's visit goes.
Posted by
Anonymous |
9:17 PM
I think the reason I liked Pan's Labyrinth so much is because I'm a nerd.
I, too, was treated to KFC mashed potatoes and Sonic malts after orthodontist appts and if it was really bad, Mom's mademade peanut butter malts later in the evening. Yep, I've as of late realized why I now self-medicate with food.
Neighbors - the number one reason we moved to the country. We have 40 acres and the only time you can actually see a neighbor's house is when the leaves are off the trees in the fall and winter.
Toby Keith's songs about our nation kicking butt would be so much less effective is he had to say something to the effect of the turkey's gonna lurch in and gobble at you. Eagle was definitely the better choice.
Hope you're feeling better!
Posted by
Redneck Diva |
1:35 PM