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Post by SpringSummers on Jul 1, 2011 21:44:42 GMT -5
OMG, I just finished watching the 2004 Dennis Quaid remake of Jimmy Stewart's 1965 movie, The Flight of the Phoenix. Ugh - it was well and truly ruined. I love the Stewart '65 film, so I shoulda known better, but . . . really, I could never have imagined how awful I would find the remake. It's more than "Dennis Quaid is not Jimmy Stewart," because I knew that going in, and besides, there is only one Jimmy Stewart, and I give Quaid props for going there. But the writing, the silly "innovations" to the plot - the uber-loud "party/dance music" that plays while they are working in the desert, the constant use of loud noise that makes it hard to hear the dialogue (though this is something of a mercy) . . . oh, why? Why, why, why? And they substitute the oasis-landing ending with a lame "photo album" ending - i.e., we see they all got home safely, because we see shots of our characters enjoying themselves at home (vacationing, golfing, etc). Of course, we don't much care about them, so big whoop. Quaid and Ribisi (who plays the German guy, except he's not German anymore) do as well as they can with what they've got. Hugh Laurie phones it in from a very remote location, but who can blame him? Ugh, ugh, ugh!! Did I mention I did not like the movie?
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Jul 1, 2011 22:43:39 GMT -5
OK, that's it, I'm not getting up when the alarm goes off tomorrow, because I will, if I try, dfall into tiny pieces (and Anne: I have to do the Farmer's Market, TJ's, ant Target tomorrow morning, ick).
Julia, out of umph. Not an ounce or a gram nor a lick of umph locable in this sector.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Jul 1, 2011 22:57:26 GMT -5
I'm just leaving all those typos there for evidence, man.
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Post by Sue on Jul 2, 2011 15:51:26 GMT -5
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Jul 2, 2011 16:54:00 GMT -5
Paid someone to take me to TJs because Franklin is freaked out by the place on weekends (argh) but she had to go to her other job (no, her other other job, no not that one, the one in Seattle). and I'm stuck with nobody to help move the sheep pen.
Oh, dear.
Julia, busy weekend, and Franklin needs to haul out and take me to a couple other stores soon.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Jul 2, 2011 18:45:12 GMT -5
Paid someone to take me to TJs because Franklin is freaked out by the place on weekends (argh) but she had to go to her other job (no, her other other job, no not that one, the one in Seattle). and I'm stuck with nobody to help move the sheep pen. Oh, dear. Julia, busy weekend, and Franklin needs to haul out and take me to a couple other stores soon. Would that I could come up and drive you around. But, on the other hand, I got my run-away-to-breakfast, Aged Mum has not called with new and impossible demands, and when Elder Daughter and I walked up to the shopping center, I discovered that Ralphs has daikon again, for the moment anyway. I will make sure Aged Mum knows how lucky that is.
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Post by SpringSummers on Jul 2, 2011 19:29:39 GMT -5
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Post by SpringSummers on Jul 2, 2011 19:37:09 GMT -5
Went across the river to the arts & crafts fair in West Virginia with my sis and bf; it was fun. WV is a beautiful state. Folks there tend to complain about they way they are viewed/portrayed, but really, they are probably better off as a "best kept secret." It is gorgeous there. The fair was smaller this year; I think the recession has affected how many vendors show up, but it was still nice. The quilts were especially beautiful. to all.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Jul 2, 2011 19:37:44 GMT -5
#wavey#
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Post by Sara on Jul 2, 2011 19:58:41 GMT -5
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Jul 2, 2011 20:04:47 GMT -5
Paid someone to take me to TJs because Franklin is freaked out by the place on weekends (argh) but she had to go to her other job (no, her other other job, no not that one, the one in Seattle). and I'm stuck with nobody to help move the sheep pen. Oh, dear. Julia, busy weekend, and Franklin needs to haul out and take me to a couple other stores soon. Would that I could come up and drive you around. But, on the other hand, I got my run-away-to-breakfast, Aged Mum has not called with new and impossible demands, and when Elder Daughter and I walked up to the shopping center, I discovered that Ralphs has daikon again, for the moment anyway. I will make sure Aged Mum knows how lucky that is. I've got two loads of clothing washed after the stores, taken Bacchus for a walk, fed and watered three pens of chickens, moved sprinklers, and Sam's coming to help move the sheep pen and get the eggs out of the Hamburg pen/ feed the Hamburgs (which involves too much leaning over for my just-barely-healed ribs). And then Franklin and I have to go to another store! Julia, I can haz early night please. Yes no?
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Jul 2, 2011 20:21:48 GMT -5
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Post by SpringSummers on Jul 2, 2011 20:28:21 GMT -5
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Post by SpringSummers on Jul 2, 2011 20:59:49 GMT -5
Just learned from my cousin that one of the last of the old-timers - one of the old-world types who, like my dad, would make his own wine and prosciutto and sausage, etc - i.e., her father - died today. He was 95, and my dad's cousin.
He was the last of an amazing, truly courageous, persistent, and ceaslessly hardworking bunch. They cheerfully paid the price to see to it that their children and grandchildren would have fewer hardships, and many more opportunities than they were ever afforded.
Where would my cousins and I all be, without them?
RIP, Orlando. Your rest and reward is well-earned.
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Post by SpringSummers on Jul 2, 2011 21:07:23 GMT -5
Speaking of my dad, he died in 1981, at the age of 80. It will be 30 years in September.
However, earlier this week, I was having a dream that someone was trying to break into my house, and I woke myself up, yelling "DAD!!!"
I actually yelled it, loudly, in the darkness of my bedroom, with only me and my little dog to hear. I remember thinking how strange it was, that I should be yelling for my father. And I remember thinking that if there was anyone really trying to break in, they would be scared away by my yelling, since they wouldn't know that Dad couldn't really come help.
And then I fell right back to sleep.
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