Just came across the last half of Ghostbusters on some movie channel. I always forget how much fun it is. And it still makes me think "summer movie".
What movies make you think 'summer'?
Raiders of the Lost Ark
Wrath of Khan
All movies from when I was much younger and actually went to the movies a lot [g] Why no "Star Wars"? Because I didn't get to see it till the fall of 1977. We moved back to Canada, and I finally convinced my mum to let me see it because it was only rated G there.
And speaking of summer movies! Since it's a week today till Dead Men's Chest comes out, here's a series of shorts and trailers here. The shorts are awesome! Jack is quite Methos-like in some of the clips, though that isn't surprising as he as always has shades of that for me from the first time I saw PotC. and there's a very funny line about 'his only love being the sea'. [weg]
I have a cricket in my office. I can't find it, I think it's behind the computer stand. But boy is it loud!! Well, crickets are good luck.
A week today till Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men's Chest comes out! Wheeeeeee!
I Can't Wait!
This is very true: McDonalds, when you're in a strange place, can be very calming. It's just familar, even if you're in Holland and they give you this odd whitish green substance instead of ketchup for your fries :)
Cassandra has it covered: Liberal Anti-War Hypocrisy Knows No Bounds
Two Russian women, Masha and Irina, have come forward to tell their stories of being trafficked into prostitution in Germany.
Both women are educated professionals: Masha is a lawyer; Irina is an engineer and an accountant. Both left Russia for Germany with the promise of employment as either a housekeeper or waitress. Masha was seeking an opportunity to see the world and learn a new language; Irina was in debt and wanted a better paying job.
Their stories are typical trafficking stories: When they arrived in Germany, they were met by members of the Russian mafia; their passports were taken away; and they were informed that the jobs they expected didn’t exist and they would be prostitutes instead. They were told it was futile to resist and that the police would not help them because the pimps worked under police protection.
Irina resisted and was beaten. She was shown photographs of dead, mutilated women who tried to go to the police. The mafia had locations where thugs beat and sometimes killed uncooperative women. Irina fearfully decided to cooperate and earn enough money to pay off the debt the Russian mafia claimed she owed. Masha also decided to be compliant, going so far as to feign disappointment when a man chose another woman for sex, while she waited for an opportunity to escape.
Samaira’s parents had chosen a husband for her in Pakistan, but she had fallen in love with an Afghan. According to her parents, this man was from a lower caste, and anyhow what did love have to do with it? The family honor was at stake. “Strong-willed” was the adjective they chose for this young woman who thought to fulfil herself in her own way. So they took her back to Pakistan, and there her father, her brother, and a cousin used four knives to stab her and cut her throat. When she fought for her life, her father told anxious neighbors that she was having a fit. Her mother watched and it seems that Samaira’s nieces, aged four and two, were also obliged to witness this murder, to warn them what they could expect one day. As she was dying, Samaira was heard to shout to her mother, “You aren’t my mother any more.”
We are having one of the nicest summers I ever remember having. Instead of almost constant fog, and never getting much above 68, it's been sunny! And warm enough to walk to work in the morning in nothing but a sweater! I'm enjoying the heck out of this odd, but lovely summer :)
Barbara Boxer seems to be in the travel advisory business these days.
I received the following email...
Senator Boxer on Visiting Yosemite
Many people who are planning summer vacations should know that Yosemite
National Park is once again open for business. Recent landslides on
Highway 140 have closed that road, but several other routes are open and
can take you to one of the most beautiful of our National Parks.
The recent landslide impacted a portion of Highway 140, approximately
20 miles east of the town of Mariposa. The road was shut down
indefinitely as a result of the significant landslide, and engineers are working
on short-term and permanent solutions to bring the road back into
Despite the closing of Highway 140, the areas both to the east and to
the west remain among the most beautiful in our nation. Mariposa is a
delightful town and a wonderful example of California’s rich history.
And Yosemite National Park should be on anyone’s list of travel
destinations because of its unmatched natural splendor.
If you are traveling this summer, I encourage you to visit Mariposa on
Highway 140 and to visit Yosemite National Park using one of the
entrances listed below:
- Yosemite National Park and Yosemite Valley can be reached along
Highway 41 North from Fresno.
- Big Oak Flat Entrance to the Park can be reached from Highway 120
East from Modesto and Manteca. The Big Oak Flat Road continues into
Yosemite Valley and to the Tioga Road.
- Tioga Pass Entrance can be accessed along Highway 120 West from Lee
Vining and Highway 395.
Yosemite National Park can also be accessed using a number of
convenient public bus and train connections to reach their destination. The
Yosemite Area Regional Transportation System, VIA Adventures, and Amtrak
all offer train and bus service to Yosemite Valley. Once you get
there, a shuttle bus service provides convenient access to many of the major
points of interest within the park. You may obtain more information on
these public transportation options by visiting the following web
Yosemite Area Regional Transportation System: www.yarts.com
VIA Adventures: www.via-adventures.com/yosemite.html
Road conditions are subject to change, so I encourage you to visit
www.nps.gov/yose/ or call (209) 372-0200 for the latest in road conditions
before you embark on what I hope will be a memorable and fun-filled
visit to Yosemite National Park and its surrounding communities.
United States Senator
I hate it when someone who has worked here all of a few weeks unilaterally decided to move the entire kitchen area around! does it not occur to them that in the 13 years I've been here that we've tried every variation and the way it is is because it's the way it works best?!?!
So when she leaves at 3pm, it's all going back to the way it was.
|Your Bumper Sticker Should Be|
Snitched from Fugitive Jen.
Or perhaps "Blowing Your Own Horn"? :)
Every so often, I run across a post somewhere wanting you to rec your own fic. Am I weird that I just can never bring myself to do it? Maybe it's just a tad too much on the extroverted side for me to handle. Or a remnant of my childhood and my father's family's belief that one should never draw attention to one's accomplishments; it just wasn't done. Certainly there were enough times as a child I'd done something I was proud of, only to have it shot down as not worthy of any sort of special notice. Sometimes I think those sorts of things stick with you for far longer than you realize. I'm fairly certain it affects my own self image to this day.
Well, obviously not blogging, huh? I'm still here, just back to spending more of my time in fannish sorts of activities.
Tonight, Nin and I are going to treat ourselves to a meal out. Something we only do every three of four months.
I've started watching Supernatural. It's pretty good.
I wrote my first ever drabble (a story that's exactly 100 words) for an LJ friend last night. I was quite pleased with myself :)
I think we're going to try and brave Trader Joes tomorrow night. It's a nightmare for parking and getting around, but it can't be beat for finding the stuff Nin and I eat.
Still on goal for saving for our trip to Memphis in October. I really, really, want to go! It's been years since we've had an actual two week holiday.
Mediterranean yogurt and honey on bagels is lovely! I loathe cream cheese, so it occurred to me to try the yogurt I had left over from last week's dinner.
I wanted to thank Francis for including me in his Women Of The Blogosphere list. It was very kind of him.
They're having a fund drive on The Corner this week, and if you're a Star Trek fan, there's even more reason to make a donation:
If by noon L.A.-time on Friday (an olive branch to our left-coast friends) NRO’s Star Trek fans have donated $10,000 cumulatively, we will host a Star Trek Day on National Review Online later this month. Our lineup that day will include a package of pieces—from some familiar faces, and some surprises—all about Star Trek. As you donate, just be sure to write “pro-Trek” in the comments somewhere.
The latest Cotillion is a collection of "30 Things" from many of our members. You can find it here at Cassandra's.
It's foggy again today [sigh] I hate Monterey weather [grumble] Just watch, once I move to Utah, I'll be whining about the incessant sun and how freakin' hot it is :)
I'd forgotten how hard it is to get really glittery nail polish off, even if it's a very pale colour.
Need to bathe the cat today. Joy! But she's stinky.
Not that you can tell by the weather, but since it's nearly summer, I'm going to make tzatziki for dinner, so that means actually leaving apartment to go to the produce store for ingredients. I want to make homemade pita as well, but I don't think I'm feeling quite that motivated. Tomorrow I'll make a batch of pot beans to turn into Ranchero Beans later.
Once Nin wakes up, it's bath the cat, bath us after [g], go to store, set tzatziki to get happy, colour hair, and try and catch up on the stuff sitting on the DVR. We got behind last weekend since we watched Highlander instead. Nin wants to go see X3 tomorrow, and I want to see if there's any new PotC stuff at Claire's and Hot Topic -- I read there is.
A little ficlet featuring Methos, Joe, and Duncan, in a bar. I suppose that technically, it's a crossover, but pretty much if you know what a Tribble is, you're set :)
I had fun writing it, so I hope you have fun reading it!
Story in the extended entry...
'Let Not Your Heart Be Tribbled'
“What is it?” Methos drew back from the trilling pillow of fur sitting in Duncan’s palm, the expression on his face a study in distaste.
Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod looked down at the creature with an almost beatific gaze. “It’s a tribble.”
“A what?” Joe Dawson asked, his nose wrinkling as if he smelled something particularly foul.
“A tribble,” he said once more.
“We got that part,” Methos said with a note of long suffering patience. “But what is it?”
He glanced up at his companions, finally noticing that they weren’t quite as enraptured as he was. “It’s…“ He paused, searching for the words. Finally, with a look of triumph, he said, “It’s the only love money can buy!”
Methos coughed in mid-swallow of the rather excellent Aldebaran ale that the bar here on Deep Space Station K-7 served. “Oh, I don’t know. I think you could buy rather a lot of love from your friend over there.” He nodded towards a gray skinned humanoid female – her metallic leotard revealing more skin than there was fabric -- who had been eyeing the Highlander with lascivious interest since they’d first sat down. Joe snorted, shaking his head.
The other man pouted. “Very funny.”
“Oh, I thought so,“ Methos replied, grinning broadly.
He thrust the furry creature at Methos, who held up his hands as if warding off some threat. “Leave off, MacLeod!” he protested, looking at the tribble as if it was a naked blade at his throat.
“Just pet it,” the other man insisted, his dark brown doe eyes pleading.
Shaking his head in disgust, Methos finally complied, reaching one finger tentatively towards the trilling ball of fur. As he touched it, the timbre of the trilling deepened. He pulled his hand back, looking at the creature suspiciously. “There, I touched it. Now make it go away,” he commanded, grimacing.
“You can’t tell me that you don’t find it soothing,” he protested, his expression one of hurt disbelief.
“Soothing? It sounds like a tiny phaser on overload, and it looks like a pile of dust that you pulled out from under your bed!”
“Dust bunny,” Joe supplied helpfully.
“Yes! Dust bunny!” Methos nodded emphatically. “That… dust bunny, is the most annoying thing I’ve come across in several thousand years. Why, it’s more annoying than that time in Sumaria when I…”
“I get the idea!” Duncan interrupted quickly, warding off yet another one of the ancient Immortal’s stories of millennia past. “Well, I think it’s lovely,” he said softly. The trilling little alien creature he held in his hand once more had him entranced. The feeling seemed to be mutual as the purring sound that it made escalated.
His friends looked at each other, rolling their eyes.
“I thought it would be a nice present for Triona,” Duncan explained absently, not really paying attention to them.
“You are not giving that thing to her!” Methos protested vehemently, sitting up straight in his chair.
“Not me!” He looked at Methos as if he were a little slow. “A present from you. You need to bring back something nice after a trip halfway across the galaxy to let her know you missed her. And she’d love this tribble, I know she would.”
Raising his eyebrows, he took a sip of his ale before saying, “Believe me, Mac, she won’t need any sort of gift for her to know I missed her.”
This time it was Joe who choked on his Klingon Blood Wine. “You are one smug bastard, old man.” Methos just smirked, taking another swallow of his ale.
“Oh come on! Joe,” he turned his attention to the other man, “you can’t tell me that you don’t think it’s perfect!”
Joe sighed. “It stinks, Mac,” he pronounced.
“I mean, it smells!”
“Smells?” The Highlander sniffed the tribble gingerly. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s putrid!” he exclaimed. “This vampire nose knows a foul odor when he smells it – and believe me, Triona will not like it anymore than I do!”
Duncan’s pout had turned into full-blown kicked puppy face. “It doesn’t!”
Methos exhaled sharply. “If you want one so badly, then buy it!”
He looked at the other men defensively. “I don’t want one! I just thought Triona would like it, that’s all.”
“What? Too macho to admit you want one for yourself?”
“Macho? Does anyone use that word in the twenty-third century?” Joe asked Methos shaking his head in amusement.
“Fine!” he snapped. “Then get it for Amanda!”
Duncan looked distressed. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
Joe nodded. “Yeah, I agree. Remember what happened when she brought home that Spotted Kervanan from Altos IV?”
“Oh! Right… well, maybe a pet for Amanda isn’t such a great idea,” Methos agreed, remembering. All three men looked at the tribble.
Duncan began to speak, but the arrival of a portly man at their table interrupted him. “Please excuse me, gentlemen, but I need my sample back!” he said in a sing song voice. “The lovely lady at the bar has expressed an interest, I’m sure you understand!” Quicker than the eye could follow, he plucked the tribble from Duncan’s hand and headed back to the bar where a beautiful Starfleet officer stood. Mac’s mouth hung open, watching as his tribble was handed to her.
Grinning, Joe looked at Duncan and Methos. “So I wonder if they still sell souvenir t-shirts in the gift shop this century?”
Our Cotillion progect is to answer the following questions and post them to our blog. so here's my list.
1. What time did you get up this morning?
2. Diamonds or pearls?
3. What was the last film you saw at the movie house?
Narnia -- I think. I'm not sure I remember actually.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Just one? How about
Alive: Stargate, House, Dr. Who, Battlestar Galactica, 24, Grey's Anatomy (there's more, but I'll stop there)
Dead: Forever Knight, Highlander, Blake's 7, Firefly
5. What did you have for breakfast?
6. What is your middle name?
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Greek or Japanese
8. What foods do you dislike?
9. What kind of car do you drive?
1986 GMC Jimmy
10. Favorite Sandwich?
Errr.... Roast Beef, I guess
11. What characteristic do you despise?
I don't like people who are patronizing.
12. Favorite item of clothing?
Nothing in particular.
13. If you could go anywhere in the world for a holiday where would you go?
Back to Orkney.
14. What color is your bathroom?
15. Favorite brand of clothing?
Nothing in particular, though if pressed, I'd say Chicos
16. Where would you like to retire?
Retire? I doubt I'll be able to retire.
17. Favorite time of the day?
18. What was your most memorable birthday?
The one I fell down the stairs when I was 6, and the my 20th when I almost fell onto rebar. Missed that, just hit the jagged chunks of cement instead. Gotta love Washington beaches.
19. Where were you born?
20. Favorite sport to watch?
21. What are you wearing right now?
22. What star sign are you?
23. What fabric detergent do you use?
Whatever's on sale.
24. Pepsi or Coke?
25. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
26. What is your shoe size?
27. Do you have any pets?
28. Any new exciting news you'd like to share with your readers?
Not a thing
29. What did you want to be when you were little?
An astronaut and an archeologist
30. What are you meant to be doing today?
My new favourite group: The Ditty Bops! Discovered them while going through a listing for all the music that's been on Grey's the last two years. It's kind of a 21st century take on music from the 1940s and 50s. Kind of Andrews Sisters-ish.
John has a wonderful photo retrospective of D-Day up here.
NRO has the article that was was written for the 50th aniversary here.
...."You are a child, you cannot understand," a Dutch colleague told me, dabbing her eyes with tissues. She had lived through the bombing of Rotterdam. "We were waiting for the Allies to come, waiting, waiting. And then they came."
Indeed they did. For the peoples of Europe, D-Day represented redemption and hope; for the Allies, the making good on a promise that erased the hesitation of 1939 and embarrassments like Dunkirk. Although terrible battles were still to come and the Germans would exhibit an awesome capacity to fight under the most appalling of circumstances, everyone knew, Hitler included, that once the Allies established themselves on the beaches it would be but a matter of time. In his attic in Amsterdam, Anne Frank's father chalked off the days. In Paris my father walks under the Arc de Triomphe in the footsteps of his uncle Tom Bartley, who marched through on his way to the German border that summer fifty years ago with men who told each other, "We'll be home for Christmas." Little could he have known then what lay ahead of him at the Battle of the Bulge.
It was precisely this restoration of hope that explains why D-Day has always resonated more fully in the collective memory than even the end of the war, tainted by Yalta. At the American military cemetery at Ste-Laurent-sur-Mer above Omaha Beach, the winds are whipping and the rains cut to the bone. In the small reception house, an official kindly offers us help. "Are you looking for someone special?" he asks. We are not, but others are. Even on this nasty day, they have come: a fiftyish woman laying a rose on the grass over a father who probably hadn't been out of Iowa before being sent over to free Europe; a veteran of the 1st Infantry Division—the Big Red One—with white hair and a waist thickened by the interval of fifty summers, standing silently before the cross of a fallen comrade.
If you have a D-Day post, feel free to drop a link in the comments or trackback to this post.
An excerpt from an editorial in the London Times:
.... The strength of disdain is a measure of Europe’s weakness. Smugness is one of Europe’s great contemporary exports. We may all think that we know America, its music, its culture, its self-confident exceptionalism. We tend to forget that Americans fight only with extreme reluctance. We overlook their penchant for agonised self-criticism; everything bad we know about the US, we know because Americans inexhaustibly rehearse their society’s shortcomings. There has never been greater transparency, whether than on the battlefield or the boondocks, and there has never been more open debate about the country’s virtues and vices — the internet has transformed the quantity and, at times, the quality of the conversation.
Better than most, Muslims understand why Islamist terrorism is war at its unholiest, an existential threat to societies. Iraqis may resent occupation, but they fear a weakening of US resolve. Their fears should be ours. Were it to become politically impossible for a president to keep America’s forces engaged from its shores, then the backbone of international security would be broken. America-bashing may be a popular sport, but its adherents prefer not to contemplate its consequences.
Later: the lost link.
Starting next week, cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketers. If you want to be added to the 'do not call' list, call from your cell phone: 888.382.1222. Or you can register your phone at http://www.donotcall.gov
Brought to you because I care :)
Later: apparently, it's an urban legend, but it was part of the news on the radio this morning, and I don't usually check out snopes for news stories, despite my distrust of the press :)
The latest Red Ensign Standard is up right here. Since this will probably be the last one I'm included in before they kick me out when the rules change in the near future, it's extra special! LOL. It has a fascinating genealogy theme I think you'll enjoy. So go read!
The next Red Ensign Standard will have a genealogy theme, so I thought I'd post a link to a magazine article that mentions my great grandmaother, Annie Anderson Heal: Pioneer Women in the Valley.
And here's her father's M.P.P. portrait from the B.C. archives:
So yesterday, I did go out and clean down the porch. I dragged the hose in and washed and scrubbed the chairs and the table and all the other surfaces. Then I made a grilled cheese sandwich, and then attacked the bathroom with bleach to get rid off the grunge. Took a break, stuck in Finale II, and decided to make 'Indian Tacos' for dinner. Mistake! They're yummy, but I always forget how long it takes to make the Fry Bread. We ate at nearly 10pm! I also drank three raspberry mojitos in the process. From the time Finale went in around 3pm, we watched HL eps straight through till Chivalry at 2am. Even Nin watched with me, and dug out an old copy of the "Watcher Chronicles" to provide background narration on the Immie of the week [g]
Just finished watching the second part of Dr Who, Age of Steel. Really excellent! I still have to watch Idiot's Lantern. Now continuing working my way through season three of Highlander, since I promised to watch the non Methos episodes :)
We just got this candle. It's delightful! A great kitchen candle.
I love Illuminations!
ATHENS, Greece - A collection of charred scraps kept in a Greek museum's storerooms are all that remains of what archaeologists say is Europe's oldest surviving book — which may hold a key to understanding early monotheistic beliefs.
More than four decades after the Derveni papyrus was found in a 2,400-year-old nobleman's grave in northern Greece, researchers said Thursday they are close to uncovering new text — through high-tech digital analysis — from the blackened fragments left after the manuscript was burnt on its owner's funeral pyre.
The scroll, originally several yards of papyrus rolled around two wooden runners, was found half burnt in 1962. It dates to around 340 B.C., during the reign of Philip II of Macedon, father of Alexander the Great.
"It is the oldest surviving book, if you can use that word for a scroll, in western tradition," Veleni said. "This was a unique find, of exceptional importance."
Greek philosophy expert Apostolos Pierris said the text may be a century older.
"It was probably written by somebody from the circle of the philosopher Anaxagoras, in the second half of the 5th century B.C.," he said.
Anaxagoras, who lived in ancient Athens, is thought to have been the teacher of Socrates and was accused by his contemporaries of atheism.