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bending_sickleIt's been a long, long time, dearies, but I'm back. Somewhat, seeing as I don't actually intend on debreifing you all too well on the goings on of these past few weeks. Just a few highlights, and lists.
The day after I landed in TO, my parents and I took the car down towards Chicago, spending a night near the border in Chatham. Seeing my brother again after over a year and a half was great. I love hugging him, and sometimes he hugs back. We all went to his graduation that Friday, where mom berated him for wearing summer shirts in freezing-cold weather and we all had pictures taken with him and his (teeny tiny) diploma, girlfriend included. Dad took the plane back the following Monday.
I saw little of Brother, because he had to work and hang out with his girlfriend. One weekend I proposed we go ice-skating in Millenium Park, to which he answered favourably and with enthusiasm. However, upon arrival at the rink, he cast a glance at it, shrugged, and said he didn't quite feel like skating, but I could go right on ahead. I didn't, because I wanted to spend time with him; I could skate anytime during the week. Brother and I didn't end up going to ski as we'd planned the following weekend, because the world's gone insane and there was no snow at all anywhere. Honestly, 6 or 7 years ago, when we first went to visit Brother, the river was frozen over. Now? Scarves and gloves stayed inside.
Dad flew in for Christamas, which was alright. Brother even bought gifts; he gave me World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks (son of Mel), he of the Zombie Survival Guide. It's fab', realisistc and occasionally disturbing.
Between SKing's selling the movie rights to Cell and now WWZ's selling of such rights, it looks like we'll be having quite a few zombie films in the coming seasons.
We drove back Wednesday, arriving in TO after a night at Chatham again (and, coincidently, an hour stuck on a highway due to an accident further up the road - just as I was reading an interview in World War Z describing just such a scenario, but with zombies).
Saturday I spent the afternoon at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katarina_gram's, talking, talking and talking. :)
Also, have been invaded by cold virus. No response from the front. Think defenses have turned tail.
Now, the listified version of my exploits in the southern lands:
Books read: Ananzi Boys (NGaiman), Vous revoir (MLevy), Metaphysique des Tubes (ANothomb), World War Z (MBrooks), Toothpast for dinner (Drew, from the website).
Films watched: The Illusionist, The Departed (most excellent, and LDiCaprio is both hot and shockingly good), PotC:DMC**, Dead Man (slow, and pretty, and good - though I really expected more from Neil Young's guitar), Once Upon a Time in Mexico (I have never laughed so hard watching people get shot. Forget folks who say, "OMG the violence", this film's fun. And the music! Beautiful guitar music, enough to make me want the soundtrack.), Rocco and his Brothers, Babel (depressing, depressing and yet more depressing), Nobody Knows (slow, but pretty), What to do in Case of Fire, "Bon Cop, Bad Con" (hi-freaking-larious).
Yes, there is a slight JDepp tendency in the films. So?
Outings:
Babtisms gone to: 1
Irish songs sung at babtism party: 4-5
Museums: 4 (Oriental, Surgical, History, Art) + 1 Persian Art Gallery
German festivals: 1
Restaurants: 3 (Chinese, Japanese, Mexican)
Evening with Brother and Brother's Girlfriend: 2
Evenings with Brother only: 1
Food/Drink:
Mango drink with tapioca balls: 1 (Tapioca balls consumed: 1%. Ew, ew, ew, squishy flavourless balls, ew.)
BBQ ribs dinners: 1
Stuff:
Jolly Roger flags seen atop houses: 1
CD's copied from Brother: 4 (2 Bosco + Jorge, 1 Morcheeba, 1 Drew)
Playstation games played: 2 (Guitar Hero and a really wierd one, Katamari Damacy, where you're a tiny prince who has to roll stuff up - including cats - into balls to desired dimensions so they can be made into stars. Incredibly wierd Japanese background music.)
* Anon. quoted in Chicago's Time Out "Heard on the Street" section.
** Rented because Brother hadn't seen it - near the end, when Norrington shows up with the heart, he turns to me and says, "So they're not going to finish the movie, are they?" I conned mom into watching it, saying it was a) funny and b) had Johnny Depp***, whom she adorably calls Mr. Paradis, after his wife. This is the same treatment Mr. Aniston, now Mr. Jolie gets.
*** Whose almost universal appeal - like that of David Bowie's - is confirmed by this wiki: "Queercore band Gay for Johnny Depp have lyrics almost entirely centered around Johnny Depp." I seriously should find that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
metaquotes thread on that subject...
ETA: This isn't it, but oh boy,metaquotes delivers
lavinialavender this in a roundabout way from copperbadge (paraphrased):
Was flipping around, watching a sitcom, and about to turn it off when the following exchange occured:
Guard 1: If someone put a gun to your head and told you to have sex with any man, who would you choose?
Guard 2: That's so ridiculous I refuse to answer it.
Guard 1: C'mon, man, there's a gun to your head!
Guard 2: Okay, okay...*says some unknown guy*
Guard 1: What about you?
Guard 3: *with no hesitation* Johnny Depp.
*they all think about it*
Guard 2: Yeah, change my answer too.
The day after I landed in TO, my parents and I took the car down towards Chicago, spending a night near the border in Chatham. Seeing my brother again after over a year and a half was great. I love hugging him, and sometimes he hugs back. We all went to his graduation that Friday, where mom berated him for wearing summer shirts in freezing-cold weather and we all had pictures taken with him and his (teeny tiny) diploma, girlfriend included. Dad took the plane back the following Monday.
I saw little of Brother, because he had to work and hang out with his girlfriend. One weekend I proposed we go ice-skating in Millenium Park, to which he answered favourably and with enthusiasm. However, upon arrival at the rink, he cast a glance at it, shrugged, and said he didn't quite feel like skating, but I could go right on ahead. I didn't, because I wanted to spend time with him; I could skate anytime during the week. Brother and I didn't end up going to ski as we'd planned the following weekend, because the world's gone insane and there was no snow at all anywhere. Honestly, 6 or 7 years ago, when we first went to visit Brother, the river was frozen over. Now? Scarves and gloves stayed inside.
Dad flew in for Christamas, which was alright. Brother even bought gifts; he gave me World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks (son of Mel), he of the Zombie Survival Guide. It's fab', realisistc and occasionally disturbing.
Between SKing's selling the movie rights to Cell and now WWZ's selling of such rights, it looks like we'll be having quite a few zombie films in the coming seasons.
We drove back Wednesday, arriving in TO after a night at Chatham again (and, coincidently, an hour stuck on a highway due to an accident further up the road - just as I was reading an interview in World War Z describing just such a scenario, but with zombies).
Saturday I spent the afternoon at
katarina_gram's, talking, talking and talking. :)Also, have been invaded by cold virus. No response from the front. Think defenses have turned tail.
Now, the listified version of my exploits in the southern lands:
Books read: Ananzi Boys (NGaiman), Vous revoir (MLevy), Metaphysique des Tubes (ANothomb), World War Z (MBrooks), Toothpast for dinner (Drew, from the website).
Films watched: The Illusionist, The Departed (most excellent, and LDiCaprio is both hot and shockingly good), PotC:DMC**, Dead Man (slow, and pretty, and good - though I really expected more from Neil Young's guitar), Once Upon a Time in Mexico (I have never laughed so hard watching people get shot. Forget folks who say, "OMG the violence", this film's fun. And the music! Beautiful guitar music, enough to make me want the soundtrack.), Rocco and his Brothers, Babel (depressing, depressing and yet more depressing), Nobody Knows (slow, but pretty), What to do in Case of Fire, "Bon Cop, Bad Con" (hi-freaking-larious).
Yes, there is a slight JDepp tendency in the films. So?
Outings:
Babtisms gone to: 1
Irish songs sung at babtism party: 4-5
Museums: 4 (Oriental, Surgical, History, Art) + 1 Persian Art Gallery
German festivals: 1
Restaurants: 3 (Chinese, Japanese, Mexican)
Evening with Brother and Brother's Girlfriend: 2
Evenings with Brother only: 1
Food/Drink:
Mango drink with tapioca balls: 1 (Tapioca balls consumed: 1%. Ew, ew, ew, squishy flavourless balls, ew.)
BBQ ribs dinners: 1
Stuff:
Jolly Roger flags seen atop houses: 1
CD's copied from Brother: 4 (2 Bosco + Jorge, 1 Morcheeba, 1 Drew)
Playstation games played: 2 (Guitar Hero and a really wierd one, Katamari Damacy, where you're a tiny prince who has to roll stuff up - including cats - into balls to desired dimensions so they can be made into stars. Incredibly wierd Japanese background music.)
* Anon. quoted in Chicago's Time Out "Heard on the Street" section.
** Rented because Brother hadn't seen it - near the end, when Norrington shows up with the heart, he turns to me and says, "So they're not going to finish the movie, are they?" I conned mom into watching it, saying it was a) funny and b) had Johnny Depp***, whom she adorably calls Mr. Paradis, after his wife. This is the same treatment Mr. Aniston, now Mr. Jolie gets.
*** Whose almost universal appeal - like that of David Bowie's - is confirmed by this wiki: "Queercore band Gay for Johnny Depp have lyrics almost entirely centered around Johnny Depp." I seriously should find that
metaquotes thread on that subject...ETA: This isn't it, but oh boy,
metaquotes deliverslavinialavender this in a roundabout way from copperbadge (paraphrased):Was flipping around, watching a sitcom, and about to turn it off when the following exchange occured:
Guard 1: If someone put a gun to your head and told you to have sex with any man, who would you choose?
Guard 2: That's so ridiculous I refuse to answer it.
Guard 1: C'mon, man, there's a gun to your head!
Guard 2: Okay, okay...*says some unknown guy*
Guard 1: What about you?
Guard 3: *with no hesitation* Johnny Depp.
*they all think about it*
Guard 2: Yeah, change my answer too.
