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days and knights
Nov. 23rd, 2011 09:14 pmWe are now past peak purple, the sad time when the jacaranda blooms wilt and fall. Sigh. Of course, some people hate jacarandas because of the fallen blossoms (slippery when wet), but these are not people, as they cannot appreciate a magnificent purple tree. Nor would they ever stop and listen to a stolen wisp of music floating down from a building. No, these creatures are just so consumed by the basics of rutting and feeding and preening that they make my wild creatures look like poets and philosophers.
Sorry, being cranky again. Tired. Rough nights. Speaking of creatures, you know what you don't want when you're home alone? A large parrot thumping and rattling the door handle because they want to get in the kitchen. Think The Birds meets The Shining and you just about have it. (Didn't help that there was a stranger in the yard a short time later, upsetting everyone).
Speaking of creepy old and classic films, as I was abed all Saturday doiing the Victorian invalid thang (well, at least it wasn't a work day or night) and I was going to watch the dvds I had lined up but found instead such a cracking line up of films that it's like shall never schedule again. The Three Musketeers (1948), Strangers on a Train, Dial M for Murder and Gaslight. Whoo.
( more: the sunset clause )
Sorry, being cranky again. Tired. Rough nights. Speaking of creatures, you know what you don't want when you're home alone? A large parrot thumping and rattling the door handle because they want to get in the kitchen. Think The Birds meets The Shining and you just about have it. (Didn't help that there was a stranger in the yard a short time later, upsetting everyone).
Speaking of creepy old and classic films, as I was abed all Saturday doiing the Victorian invalid thang (well, at least it wasn't a work day or night) and I was going to watch the dvds I had lined up but found instead such a cracking line up of films that it's like shall never schedule again. The Three Musketeers (1948), Strangers on a Train, Dial M for Murder and Gaslight. Whoo.
( more: the sunset clause )
Heh, the links section is rapidly turning into a defacto Scandinavian Actors Weekly (Mads, Alexander, Viggo). Not that I mind one bitty bit (but no, keeping track of Brits is bad enough). But can you imagine? I mean, I could go so silly and include actors from York, and the north east of Scotland, which was once part of Norway. But I won't. That would be very, very silly indeed (doesn't stop folks lobbing Aussies, Kiwis and Canucks on the Brit list, though).
( more: posh people behaving badly )
( more: posh people behaving badly )
