Better than a kick in the knickers with a winklepicker

Guess what? The New Mac can take screengrabs! Oh, the dizzy joy of it all - I no longer have to do Google Image searches for caps! To celebrate, I have created a film quiz for you, based loosely on a very old one of sharelle's - guess the film from the Explosion!
( Where's the 'Kaboom'? Where's the Earth-shattering 'Kaboom'? )

There were more, but the memory stick seems to have eaten them. In which case, there may well be a second round at some point.

Oh, and just to further confuse and disorient you, one of the screencaps is from a TV Show rather than a film. Happy guessing!

EDIT - have just realised that there is no number 3. Lolnumeracyfail.

Today is a very important day for me and Big NC - for it was a decade ago this very night that he asked me to go out with him, and apart from the odd hiccup along the line we've been together ever since!

We were going to get a curry to celebrate, but we're a bit Celebrationed Out after a lunch of party food and a dinner of Chinese with the folks yesterday, so we're saving it for later in the week.

We watched Mike Leigh's Happy Go Lucky last night - after I'd complained since the only films of Mike Leigh's I could remember were Naked, which I'd hated, and Vera Drake, which isn't exactly a light hearted romp for all the family. Anyway, I really enjoyed it - ( not particularly spoilerish, but cut just in case... )
Beautiful day today, innit? It almost smells like Spring. Almost.

There's Bog All on the Idiot Box tonight. I might try to talk Hubs into watching Bender's Game with me instead of another Bafta fillum because we watched Quantum Leap of Solace last night and lo, it was bunkum. Actually, that's a lie. I watched bits of Quantum Leap of Solace because, Bond-skeptic that I am, I wasn't even impressed by Casino Royale, so I was less than likely to enjoy this latest one. Hubs informs me that it was very old-school-Bond-but-not-as-bad-as-the-Roger-Moore-ones. Considering that the bits I saw included a character having been executed in the most ridiculously convoluted way just to squeeze in a Goldfinger ref (why bother drowning someone in oil and then carting them back to their hotel suite? And how did they get her oily corpse on the bed without trailing oil everywhere, hmm?) and a hur-hur up-the-skirt Burger Shot which was not just completely unnecessary but, given the context that the owner of the vagina in question was being sexually assaulted, plain offensive (hur-hur. Rape's hilarious, right, because when the stupid tart's scrabbling away in terror from her attacker with her knickers round her ankles, you might be able to see her fanny. Tee-hee. Fannies.) I could well believe that Bond has already plodded back to the far-fetched jolly misogyny of the Moore Era.

Nemesis is on tonight that I suppose I could refresh myself on for when I finally get up to that point on Rollercoaster but a, it's on late, b, it's not a great movie anyway, c, it's bloody depressing and d, I'm still not decided on whether or not I'm going to go with THAT ending. An AU where Canon is optional is a marvellous thing to have. I actually had a Data/Tasha dream this morning, although it wasn't really Rollercoaster-verse as such. I blame cerisa5, who is put into my head the notion of Tasha surviving all those years on Romulus and eventually being rescued and, now in her 50s or 60s, rekindling a relationship with Data. Anyway, in this dream, Data was helping Tasha to escape, only Tasha was still quite young and Sela was just a little baby. For some reason, Romulus was like London during the Blitz - they were in an old black car. At one point they were stopped and Data ran off to cause a distraction in which Tasha could drive away. It was neat. The only bit of it with shades of Rollercoaster was that there was the threat of the Romulans using The Halo on Data... The Halo is the finished product of Dr Poklar's work in Rollercoaster - a nasty contraption that is attached around the head and down the spinal column that has the effect of simulating physical pain in Soong model androids. Only, my dream gave it an extra element - the Halo could be set to perfectly recreate the specific pain of different bodily traumas - broken bones, burns, heart attacks, brain haemmorages - which is a great idea! Again, I'm still not decided on whether to keep Doc Pok as a vague threat hanging over Data's head or to actually bring her in at some point (I do have years of between-movies adventures to play around with, once All Good Things has been and gone, after all). Using the Halo does sound tempting, though :)

I am so very mean to my favourite characters!

We've been to Hastings.

Then we came back, ate pizza and watched The Dark Knight.

Long, innit?

Did anybody else watch that Horizon Documentary about time tonight? I caught a bit of it as I was firing up the PS3 and ended up watching it all... partly because quantum theory and big bang theory and whatnot interest me but mostly because the presenter claimed to be a Professor when he was blatantly a Boy Scout. It comes to a pretty pass when the Physics Professors start looking too young.

Oh, and we've watched the first half of Son Of Rambow (thank'ee kindly, Bafta!) which I'm really enjoying, even though I did show up my idiocy during the following exchange:

Hubs: Oh, this is made by those advertising guys who did Hitchhiker's... what is it they call themselves...?
Me: (with an air of knowledgeable superiority) Ratchett and Klank.

So we finally got round to watching Sweeny Todd last night (well... last night and the night before... we've reached the stage in our lives where we have to watch movies in installments). Now, as big a fan I am of Tim Burton and The Deppster, the trailer for this film looked a wee bit rubbish, and all the squeeing wannabe Goff Girls going mental over it put me off, so we took our sweet time renting it. We were also put off because we both believed that we had been spoiled for Victorian London Based Musicals for life by Maid Of Judah: The Worst Musical In The World, Ever (there's about three people reading this blog who are either laughing their asses off or shuddering at the memory of being subjected to it right now).

But I really liked it! The music was right up my street, Tim Burton appears to be back to the stylistic form that I fell in love with in the early 90s, The Deppster has a heavenly voice and it was all jolly good fun. Me and hubs enjoyed laughing at the Idiot Sailor Boy bollocksing everything up time and again, and trying to work out what he'd been in before.

The two bits that really stuck out for me were really tiny, though...
- Todd sitting forlornly on the beach during Mrs Lovett's song in the best bathing costume I've ever seen, like Bernard Black having a horrible nightmare. Lultastic.
- Noticing just how snaggly Johnny Depp's bottom teeth are. I think they're awesome. They might become my new fetish.

Hubs is now wondering if he were to find himself in Todd's situation how he would use his own professional expertise to exact his revenge. I can't really picture the Demon Graphic Designer of Fleet Street, can you? I suggested that he could maniacally photoshop the faces of his enemies onto foul porn or something. Doesn't have the same impact as slitting throats with a straight razor, though.

Hubs is off this week, but is using most of his time to write, so me & Vi are mainly carrying on as if he's not here. This is good, because when I went to Sing & Sign I saw a lady from my old 1st Time Mum's Group who I haven't seen in AGES, and found out that my friend with the twins has decided not to move away after all! Eeee!

Hubs did give me a little lie-in today, however, since I slept really, really badly last night, and once I did sleep had a horrible nightmare that actually caused me to sleeptalk, which I rarely ever do... I dreamt people had broken into the house and was paralysed when I tried to call for help. I woke up halfway through telling Hubs to call the Police, which gave him the willies as well.

We finally watched No Country For Old Men last night. It was good.

Meme thing from Lady Bracknell. Below the cut is a list of names. You only get to find out what questions these are answers to if you agree to play yourself.
( dun dun duuuuuunnnnn... )

Happy Birthday PIC!

We have come back from a Hubs' Birthday/Father's day weekend away, and Hubs is off today as well. Good fun was had, an aquarium was visited, a funfair was frequented, 'Witness' was watched (Me: Tits! Amish Tits!), a BBQ was noshed.

Was going to start that Photo Diary meme today, but the camera's knackered... think the batteries have run down again, and I can't be arsed to recharge them.

Oooooooohhhhhhhh!

This could be exciting... http://www.empireonline.com/news/story.asp?NID=22607

I mean, it could also be shit because, hello, it's Bruckheimer, but the casting's interesting (if Racially Incorrect, but then hey - Princeypoos looks pretty White in the game too) and it does look like it'll be based on the better of the games. I just really hope they retain the charm and character of SoT - one of the most enjoyable, well plotted games I've ever played.

FINALLY got to watch Lost S4Ep11 ( spoilers )

Dear Mother Nature:

Please look up the term 'Temperate Climate'. Then kindly look up 'April'.

Got that?

Excellent.

Well, perhaps now you'd like to explain why it is that we came home to a thick blanket of snow this afternoon, and why it continued to snow for the rest of the day. It is APRIL! We left Canterbury on Friday night, when it was clear and sunny and so balmy that at gone 7pm I still didn't need a jacket. It has now turned to Midwinter, only Midwinter with blossoms and leaves on the trees, and flowers everywhere. Very bizzare.

Yes, so we had a fleeting visit to Cambridge this weekend, to see our friends Anna & Russ, who were as delightful and hospitable as always. They filled us with cheese and chocolate, and took us to a farm where we could all have a very cold ride on a wagon pulled by giant Shire Horses, point at the baby lambs (which must be very cold tonight) and where Vi could spend forever trying to pick up gravel and staring at the roosters. Violet also had fun pestering A&R's cat, chasing the poor creature around, delightedly crying 'Puss! Puss!' and throwing up twice on their carpets. Poor Anna & Russel. Much fun was had last night watching New Who ( spoilers ) as well as The Breakfast Club, which neither of us had ever seen before, which was cool apart from the silly ending (what was with all the sudden Coupling Up? And I thought that weird girl looked much better with scary eyeliner, black baggy clothes and trainers than after she'd been made-over. 'OMGSHE'SBEAUTIFULAFTERALL Movie Makeovers - blecch. And where did she get the clothes, hmm?) and Judd Nelson playing a teenager when he had GREY FRICKIN HAIR! Our comedy guestimates of his real age got increasingly older as the film wore on. We then watched the first half hour of the Buffy movie before we all gave up and went to beddy.

And we saw Ian & Sadie too, who only have 6 weeks to go til they're due - eee!

...And then we came back to the snow.

And a completely knackered freezer, for no apparent reason. Luckily we only had a tenner if that worth of food in there, and the stuff I wanted to use tonight was still useable, but hmm. Very odd!