nightdog_barks: (Dame Judi)
Ye gods, I am in a cranky mood today. Let's just go to the numbers.

1) Finally copied Solstice to AO3. One thing accomplished, anyway.

2) Watched Barton Fink last night, and holy shit, it is still as terrifying as the first time I saw it. Fantastic cast, nightmare of a story.

3) I have seen more than one report (unconfirmed from any official source) that LiveJournal has moved its servers from California to Russia.

4) I first saw Carrie Fisher (although I didn't know I did) in 1975, in Shampoo. It was the first "grown-up movie" I'd ever seen -- I was 17, and my BFF at the time and I told our parents we were going to see The Hindenburg and bought tickets for Shampoo instead. It was ... eye-opening, to say the least. :D

The next time I saw her, it was two years later. It was just Star Wars then, not Episode or Subtitle Anything. And it was amazing. After that I knew who she was.

I didn't realize until a few days ago that she was just two years older than me.

5) Richard Adams passed away on Christmas Eve. This year will never end.

Sigh

Jan. 24th, 2016 11:42 pm
nightdog_barks: Black and white photo of city buildings, with a large graffiti sign saying It Was All a Dream (Dream World)
I have a terrible confession to make. I hated the X-Files reboot.

Cut for spoilers ...  )

I dreamed early this morning that I was trying to buy something (IDK what it was) at some tiny village shop with old wooden beams, and I was using a bowl of coins (only they weren't U.S. dimes and quarters) and the shopkeeper kept counting them and handing some back because they were counterfeit. So he'd take three or four coins and hand back one, and I'd look at it and it would have holes punched in it, and I'd have to look for another coin.

TL;DR, I was trying to get something but I was using fake money. Somehow I feel like this is a metaphor for my life. :-P
nightdog_barks: (Thumbelina)
When I was about ten, I thought this was quite possibly one of the greatest movies in the whole world, probably because it had David Niven, Peter Sellers, Orson Welles, and Jean-Paul Belmondo (he was French! I'd seen him in That Man from Rio and he was adorable! and hot! before I knew what hot meant!) all in one film.

Well, actually it was a big, sprawling mess of a movie. But it was very silly and a lot of fun, and I remember it fondly. So here you go. Mike Redway (does anyone remember him at all?) and Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, with the soundtrack end to the 1967 version of Casino Royale. This is making me very happy tonight. He's got a redhead in his arms! :D

Monday

Feb. 25th, 2013 04:14 pm
nightdog_barks: (Oak Leaves)
Cool and very windy, with the barest possibility of snow flurries tonight. Thank goodness all our seedlings are still inside. :D

Finished Joshua Ferris' Then We Came to the End last night, and I will totally admit I skimmed the last quarter of the book because I cared absolutely nothing about any of the characters. Okay, I take that back -- I cared enough about Lynn, the boss, to see what happened to her, so I skimmed just enough to find out how she turned out. What can I say? This one is going into the "donate" box right now. Started reading Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End, which I think I must have read about a million years few decades ago, but if I did, I don't remember it at all. So far it is awesome.

So much love seeing Dame Shirley Bassey at the Academy Awards last night -- I hope she and Barbra Streisand got to hang out backstage, being regal as shit and all, because damn. Shirley Bassey.
nightdog_barks: (Tiger Tiger)
So last night I'm poking around on YouTube and run across this, which I haven't heard in ... well, probably since the late '90s, when it came out.



This afternoon I went out to run a few errands. Guess what was playing on the radio? :D
nightdog_barks: (Puppy Toss)
Tired due to some Real Life stuff yesterday, which was getting one of those medical procedures you're supposed to have done when you reach a certain age. Readers who are of a certain age will recognize this procedure immediately when I say that it involved drinking a horrifically vile liquid (TWICE) and becoming more closely acquainted than you ever wanted to be with your bathroom. TMI cut ) So that was a shitload lot of fun. HA HA. SEE WHAT I DID THERE? I SLAY ME SOMETIMES. Sigh.

Started reading Robert Caro's Passage to Power, his latest volume in the LBJ saga.

Belated fic rec for [livejournal.com profile] menolly_au's Have a Heart, which is all kinds of creepy and deeply unsettling. AND ALSO a rec for [personal profile] armchair_elvis' Elementary fic, the city sunset over me (this mess we're in).* Gorgeous and gritty, atmospheric and detailed and eerily real, this is Sherlock exchanging London for New York and learning how to live all over again. A sample line: He wants to tell her that London is a map, that it’s engraved on his bones, but he doesn’t. He’s not sure she’d understand. Read these fics. They are awesome. :D

*Full disclosure that I was one of the betas for this fic.
nightdog_barks: (Jackrabbit Sun)
The word, of course, is Word Up! by Cameo, and it's what I was listening to on Jack.FM in the car. And since who couldn't use a little funk with some power brass on a hot Sunday afternoon, here it is. Yes, chiclets, this is what a lot of kids who used to be your age were dancing to in the '80s.



And yes, that's Geordi LaForge (heh) as the police detective.

Sunday

Dec. 19th, 2010 12:55 pm
nightdog_barks: (Blue Dragon by Hajime Namiki)
Sunny and warmer than yesterday but still very dry. 56 degrees (13.3 Celsius), supposed to be in the 70s (!) all the rest of the week.

Watched 3 movies yesterday without paying a whole lot of attention -- Sleepless in Seattle, Meet John Doe, and Mr. Deeds Goes to Town. I'd seen the first two but not the third, so it was sort of a pleasant surprise to see how much of the Coen brothers' O Brother, Where Art Thou? was inspired by it. Also it was interesting to see the computer the little girl (Jonah's friend) uses in Sleepless -- big and clunky, monochrome screen, no GUI, no mouse that I could see. Not a laptop in sight. No cellphones, either. How things have changed since just 1993.

Laundry day, football, blah blah. :-)

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