I’m watching the Kate Winslet remake of Mildred Pierce, and I find myself completely fascinated by the cooking scenes. I love watching her chop up the raw chicken, plate the waffles, bake the biscuits, serve the food, clear away the plates. The attraction is nearly unbearably primal. I want to touch it, taste it, watch it over and over.
I felt the same way about Eat Drink Man Woman – but then, who didn’t?
"I wish I had a Bedazzler."
…just because my speakers say “Bluetooth” on the box doesn’t mean they should be used via(? on? with?) Bluetooth. They are still the best speakers I’ve ever had. I feel like I can practically reach out and touch Tom Chaplin. ;)
Hearing the song, “Part of your world” from the Little Mermaid always makes me want to cry.
We’ll miss you, Margot.
And lo, I have killed another laptop!
I write from George I (who made a miraculous comeback after we replaced his motherboard) to report that George II has died.
I shall name my new laptop Doc, after Martin, Brown and Who.
/salute George II
It’s a passion flower: apt!
They’ve introduced a dishy new fireman on Coronation Street, and I’m in a serious amount of crush with him. I don’t know what it is – his voice, his eyes – Curt thinks I’m nuts, but I literally watched the episode with him in it like four times last night, heart a-palpitatin’ with every word that rolled off of his sexy Mancunian tongue.
And then came the kissing scene.
Seriously, it was awful. He does this crazy fishy lips thing, and you know it’s all kinds of wrong slimy and wet – like kissing Demosthenes trying to suck water through a straw.
And yet, once the kiss was over, my eyes re-glossed and there he was again – this strange man, crafted to woo millions of viewers all over the globe, self-deprecating his way into the cockles of my cobwebbed, Anglophiliac heart!
I struggle with obsession and repulsion in the same breath; I tear my eyes away from him with dire reluctance and awful necessity; I burn as unhappily as a Phoenician queen, alone in my office, mini-blinds drawn.
Yes: I have arrived in the land of HausFrau, and I find the water is fine. ;)
1. A damaged, but generally earnest protagonist. Usually plucky.
2. A romantic interest. Usually equally damaged, equally plucky.
3. A crooked politician. Usually ridiculous.
4. A greedy villain. Sometimes a developer, sometimes someone else with money to lose. Usually willing to do the dirty work.
5. The muscle. An amoral force of nature out for his own, though initially employed by the politician or the villain. Sometimes ends up inadvertently assisting the protagonist. Usually deformed in some way.
6. An animal. Usually exotic.
7. Various other characters, such as gold-diggers, ex-spouses, con-men, policemen. Usually seedy, but not always.
We’re watching Striptease, which is based on one of his books. It’s enjoyable, though the translation of Hiaasen’s cyncially comical tone is mediocre. One notable exception: Burt Reynolds is phenomenal as the Hiaasen politician.