Hester

"Drink to me, drink to my health, You know I can't drink anymore." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPG2kwKZwD8

Control

Not cooking tonight. Going out for sushi with the neighbours instead.

Wilco, Sky Blue Sky

Waiting for my nailpolish to dry -- pale pearly pink today.

Margarine? Since when do felines have to watch their cholesterol? Becel be damned! Give the poor kitty some real butter! (I used to feed my cat ice cream, by hand, when I got to the bottom of my cone.) My toast of choice this morning: Challah bun toasted under the broiler, with white cheddar melted on one half, and butter & cherry jam spread on the other. Almost as yummy as Danish. But the tea was decaf.

Oooo... that looks like fun!

Best subject line ever! My first two guesses:

My eyes popped open at 5 a.m. this morning and wouldn't close again, so I got up. While I was away at my summer place, I woke up one morning at 4 a.m. with a wicked stomachache. [Note to self: when the label on the antibiotic pill bottle says avoid alcohol and spicy food, don't eat Jamaican patties for dinner and wash it all down with a Corona or two!] However, I lucked out and found that one of my favourite movies, Plunkett and Macleane, was on the late, late, late show on satellite TV, so I watched it again while I made myself a cup of peppermint tea to settle my stomach. It's such a terrific movie. Robert Carlyle totally rocks! I'd like to get this movie on DVD, but it only seems to be available in the U.K. format. The fop quotient was high enough to please even Sir Reggie, I think. Nifty vids for it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WOuP__Z8w8

Hi, Shipwreck: Your link seems to be broken, but that is indeed a classic pirate bit that shouldn't be missed, so here's another link to it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSIjlUMV6Is

Talking with the ___man about Poetry

Social __________

Oodles of Oologists (Just to make sure the eggs are fresh before we make our breakfast omelettes.) . . . Okay, that was silly. I'm going to change my answer to: OO7, oozing cool

That reminds me, I still have the DVD of Colin Farrell playing John Smith in The New World to watch yet. (Although I expect it won't have nearly the verisimilitude of your re-enactments, Blackjohn. Hey, I'm just watching it for the eye candy!)

Complacent. Que sera, baby! Pass the Pimm's! P.S. Blackjohn, I love your Shatner icon. Boldly go, matey!

Athsmatic (and I'm not, clinically). But, I'm coughing and wheezing from an acrid stench of burned rubber in the air today, which makes me feel rather... Worried, because I heard on the news this morning that there was a rash of arson fires in the back alleys of my neighbourhood last night. So, I'm at least... Marginally relieved to see that my own garage is not currently on fire. (And I'm also relieved that the neighbours' pool contractor quit early for the day and took his blaring radio with him.) Frazzled by the prospect of houseguests this summer. Scattered. Too much so to even remember what tasks I had to do today, let alone get them done. But hey, at least I'm not in physical pain! P.S. Briar Rose: I don't know if you feel comfortable taking over-the-counter medications, but I find that Robax Platinum gives me some relief when I have back or neck pain. [be sure not to mix it with alcohol though, or it will give you a wicked case of vertigo.] (And why do they make the fine-print warning so tiny on the bottle that middle-aged people like me who need to visit the optometrist and finally get a pair of bifocals can't read the "no alcohol" warning until it's too late?)

Well, how apt! The neighbours' contractors' "classic" rock commercial radio station just played "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC. Sartre was indeed correct when he wrote: "L'enfer, c'est les autres!" P.S. I think I'll have to get that slogan on a t-shirt. Or perhaps as a tattoo.

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The neighbours' contractors' radio blaring through my closed bathroom window. I'm trying to drown it out with Rhett Miller's The Believer, but it's not working. And I'm particularly cranky because it's a beautiful day and I can't open up the windows and enjoy the fresh air. (Yes, the pool installation continues, in fits and starts, a month after it was supposed to be finished. I was away for 10 days, and I don't see any apparent progress in the meantime. I expect this will go on until the ground freezes solid in the winter.) Anyone got an isolation tank I can borrow for the duration?

____ _______'s grave in Blidworth: http://www.copperlily.com/scarletinside/tr...will.html#grave

Robin Hood

Exhausted. Came home to a slew of e-mails from a contigent of friends who plan to join me for a week at my summer place later this month. Turning into quite a 3-ring circus, complete with nudist vegetarians in a 34' motor home filled with 3 cats and 2 dogs. Was supposed to be 4 days with 3 people, now turning into 6 days with 5 people, or possibly longer with more people. Sorta like havin' a visit from Cousin Eddie: And I'm a bit concerned for our delicate, elderly septic system. "Shitter's full!" Ah well, there's lots of logistics to figure out, so I better start answering those e-mails. Hmmm... two vegetarians and two Muslims ... I guess BBQ pork is definitely off the luau menu then! I'll definitely need a holiday after this holiday!

^Found a rusty bottle opener in the drawer at my summer place last week, and proceeded to use it to crack open a Corona, if that counts. < Went sailing with Mr. H. in a strong wind and a borrowed boat. Nearly capsized twice while tacking. I think he's a bit rusty too. V Complete the sentence. "This year, on my summer holiday ..."

Summer Holiday http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdJCtqegd8A

I just watched this one last night on Turner Classic Movies. I enjoyed it much more than I expected to. The plot, and even some of the dialogue, stuck very closely to the novel. I loved Lionel Barrymore as Billy Bones, especially the scene in which he makes everyone in the tavern sing "Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum". And Wallace Beery was a terrific Long John Silver. Granted, child star Jackie Cooper as young Jim Hawkins was a bit creepy. Sort of like Shirley Temple in drag, pout and all. What's really bizarre is that he would have been 11 at the time the film was made, but looks and acts about 7 or 8. This portrayal provides an interesting insight into how differently children were perceived 7 decades ago. I also recently acquired the silent film The Black Pirate on DVD, with Douglas Fairbanks and Billie Dove, that I have yet to watch.