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It's been a few days since I've posted here, mostly because things have been simultaneously full and busy, yet uneventful. It's a remarkably pleasant change of pace, to be honest.
Thanksgiving was, for all intents and purposes, perfect. Nothing in the world makes me happier than having a houseful of friends, and cooking for them. My mom came to visit, and we had a house full of friends, and everything managed to come together just right. Friends from different social groups clicked, the timing on the food wasn't too crazily off, everything tasted good, folks were willing to indulge my overwhelming desire to play 'Encore,' and even the layered pumpkin custard dessert that I had been a little worried about turned out just fine. (Having never made a cooked meringue before, I'll admit to having been slightly intimidated by the concept.)
Friday I had to work, but I was scheduled at a clinic that I adore, and haven't been able to fit into my schedule for over a year. If anywhere else had asked me to work the day after a holiday I would have declined, but I was willing to make an exception for them. As it was, the day was fairly low-key, and I spent most of my time renewing my acquaintance with the office's cockatoo, who seems to take great delight in sitting on my shoulder, preening me, and saying 'Hi' over and over. And over. And over.
There was a brief interlude of miscommunication-related drama between friends, but even that seemed to work out for the best, leaving things even better than they were before the miniature kerfluffle started, and teaching me a bit of a lesson about the fact that sometimes negative self-esteem and the related assumptions can wind up being unfair to the other people involved, rather than just myself. It's something I need to think about more....
Yesterday I saw my first (and likely last, if it's any indication of the rest of the genre) Bond movie, started my holiday shopping, and had a delightful dinner with friends. And now my knee is gently protesting the three days of activity, so I am flopped out on the sofa with advil and ice, catching up with the world, and acting as a prop while my ever-patient husband tries to learn how to put my hair into a five-strand braid.
Sometimes I wonder how I got to be this lucky.
Thanksgiving was, for all intents and purposes, perfect. Nothing in the world makes me happier than having a houseful of friends, and cooking for them. My mom came to visit, and we had a house full of friends, and everything managed to come together just right. Friends from different social groups clicked, the timing on the food wasn't too crazily off, everything tasted good, folks were willing to indulge my overwhelming desire to play 'Encore,' and even the layered pumpkin custard dessert that I had been a little worried about turned out just fine. (Having never made a cooked meringue before, I'll admit to having been slightly intimidated by the concept.)
Friday I had to work, but I was scheduled at a clinic that I adore, and haven't been able to fit into my schedule for over a year. If anywhere else had asked me to work the day after a holiday I would have declined, but I was willing to make an exception for them. As it was, the day was fairly low-key, and I spent most of my time renewing my acquaintance with the office's cockatoo, who seems to take great delight in sitting on my shoulder, preening me, and saying 'Hi' over and over. And over. And over.
There was a brief interlude of miscommunication-related drama between friends, but even that seemed to work out for the best, leaving things even better than they were before the miniature kerfluffle started, and teaching me a bit of a lesson about the fact that sometimes negative self-esteem and the related assumptions can wind up being unfair to the other people involved, rather than just myself. It's something I need to think about more....
Yesterday I saw my first (and likely last, if it's any indication of the rest of the genre) Bond movie, started my holiday shopping, and had a delightful dinner with friends. And now my knee is gently protesting the three days of activity, so I am flopped out on the sofa with advil and ice, catching up with the world, and acting as a prop while my ever-patient husband tries to learn how to put my hair into a five-strand braid.
Sometimes I wonder how I got to be this lucky.
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Date: 2008-11-30 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-30 06:58 pm (UTC)Barbara Broccoli, the film's producer, seems to be determined to ruin the Bond series that her father, Albert Broccoli, spent 30 years developing. Until she got involved, they were fun spy movies with lots of nifty gadgets.
If you want to watch a good Bond film, rent a DVD with Sean Connery.
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Date: 2008-11-30 08:29 pm (UTC)YMMV, IANAD, etc... but I thought it worth mentioning.
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Date: 2008-11-30 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-01 01:37 am (UTC)and thank you again for Thanksgiving, and the pumpkin custard was hands down awesome.
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Date: 2008-11-30 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-30 09:13 pm (UTC)Bond Movies
Date: 2008-11-30 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-01 03:04 am (UTC)Bond movies did vary wildly, mostly in clumps based on who was playing Bond. There's the classic 60's Sean Connery Bonds, the super-cheesy 70's Roger Moore Bonds, the action-adventure 90's Pierce Brosnan Bonds, and the super-adrenalinized 2000's Daniel Craig Bonds. Since I regretfully could not come up this weekend, I have not yet seen Quantum of Solace, but I hear it's not as good as the outstanding Casino Royale was two years ago.
Timothy Dalton made two films also, which you can ignore, and On Her Majesty's Secret Service would have been the best ever, except that the lead actor, a wooden Australian male model shlep named George Lazenby, was awful. It was the only Bond movie he did because they didn't ask him back.
I would put you on liking the Connery-era classics the most, and for that, you should rent Goldfinger. It was the third in the series, was a monumental lines-around-the-block smash when it opened, and cemented most of the conventions which the rest of the Bond movies embraced. It's really the archetype - and it's a damn good movie.
I can lend you all 21 of them, if you like, if you want to spend an entire work week's worth of time catching up. I have extras. :)
Also, every office should have its own cockatoo.
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Date: 2008-12-01 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-01 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-01 02:05 pm (UTC)As a *moderately* rabid Bond fan, I believe the Daniel Craig characterization of Bond is closest to Ian Fleming's original conception of the character. Connery also came close. Moore was too pretty, imo. Dalton was overshadowed by his gadgets, which were overly cheesy. Lazenby was, in fact, entirely forgettable, though I will agree that that is the best *story* of the Bond series. Brosnan made a decent Bond, but a better Remington Steele. Also, noone has mentioned Peter Sellers as Bond in the original (spoof version) of Casino Royale, which was probably best, but I had to. Daniel Craig's Casino Royale *rocked*! I have heard that the cinematography in Quantum seriously takes away from the story, but I haven't seen it, yet. I will say that it is based on a *very* short story that Fleming tossed off as part of something else - without a full length novel to cinematize, I will not be surprised if the director hosed it.
*hugs*