From 'Dracula' Chapter 3 )

I know, it's not poetry. But I was in a Dracula mood and a Whitby mood, and it's a nice mood-setter excuse to post the following photos. I would link to previous photos of Whitby if LiveJournal's memories were ever working -- they say they're off at peak periods but mine haven't worked for two days. (ETA: here, here and here.)

Whitby Abbey and Parish Church )

At lunchtime today I picked up [ profile] apaulled from the office and we went to Noon Tunes at the Gaithersburg City Hall Pavilion to see Peter Mealy & Laurie Rose Griffith -- she who featured at least by name in my stupid Harry Potter dream of the other night. (Note: she does vaguely resemble my neighbor Alyson.) They played many favorites, including some Dylan, some Paul Simon and some Dave Matthews in addition to their own songs, and they were very friendly when I walked up to them during the break and requested one of their songs. I think they were happy someone had actually come to see them rather than simply turning up to eat outside the City Hall building on an afternoon that turned gorgeous despite the threat of rain -- we got that later -- and there are always many day care groups that traipse through on the way to the enormous nearby playground, not really listening and doing lots of running around, as today the girls were practicing cartwheels while the boys were doing armpit farts.

Peter and Laurie have traveled extensively since their last album all over Asia and Africa, and their new album has some wonderful material on it including their recording of Guardabarranco's "El Salvador" and the entertaining marriage song "Hard Times in the Middle" -- it's entertaining to hear a married couple sing wittily about marital discord. But I must recommend that Master and Commander fans go look in paricular at the lyrics to "All Around the World" (the song I requested), "Vaya Con Dios" and especially "Anchor", because they all struck me in different ways as Jack/Stephen songs -- the latter is particularly lovely and poignant and sent me straight to Mahon in the HMS Surprise era.

Afterwards I picked up the kids from camp, wrote up the Emmy nominations as they pertained to Star Trek and watched "Miri" for reviewing tomorrow -- it holds up pretty well but I am not really sure what I want to say about it in the context of the series overall. I will have to do a rush job anyway, as I am meeting [ profile] beeej for lunch, then picking up my kids and going straight to a local Borders where Jennifer Cutting and Grace Griffith are performing...I love summer so much, with all the free folk music! We figure it will be mobbed with people getting in line early to pick up their copies of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and I find it ironic that I will be in a bookstore tomorrow but will not be waiting around until midnight for that but cannot give up the opportunity to hear Grace sing "The Sands of Time" live. The kids just wanted assurances that we would stay for the beginning of the party, free food and possible prizes.

There's one more thing I wanted to say about Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince before reading it which perhaps explains my trepidation both about the book and about talking about it with other fans. It's about Sirius. ) And hey, did you read about the 'Tatooine planet' astronomers discovered? To think everyone laughed at Lucas for the humanoids with the double suns! Hey, vegetarians and vegans in L.A.: Madeleine Bistro is my brother-in-law's restaurant that just opened, go read the reviews and check it out -- he did all the cooking for his wedding and the food was beyond phenomenal. And now I must go watch the end of Restoration and finish getting my David Thewlis fix, even though a cast this good and cinematography this pretty really deserved a better screenplay.
The Inn )

Still not organized. Cleaned up a bit as parents were coming for dinner, not, I'm sure, that they noticed. Found out that I am the Good Daughter this week as sister was beastly to them while they were visiting her, so suspect filthy house has been excused anyway. Sons had friends over after school, distracting me which caused me to miss The Making of 'Cinderella Man' on HBO at 4; fortunately it is on again on Sunday and Tuesday. Wrote a retro review of "Charlie X", which I must say has held up astonishingly well -- I was all ready for it to be awful and embarrassing, but it didn't play that way at all. It's funny how I'll excuse things in the '60s version of Star Trek that I absolutely cannot bear on TNG or later. Parents arrived for dinner, which [ profile] apaulled cooked (chicken marsala, some kind of long-grain rice, German chocolate cake...I have a wonderful husband). We sang Happy Birthday to my father, watched Return of the Jedi to complete the Star Wars cycle, then I tried to get organized to go to Pennsylvania for the weekend. Have not succeeded much at the latter.

Jedi is as mediocre as I remembered, particularly coming so soon after Empire, but I must admit that in this case I am completely in favor of Special Editions -- the loss of the Ewok "celebrate the Lord" song alone makes all other changes worthwhile. (I also must confess that I really like the Jabba the Hutt scene in A New Hope, where Han steps on Jabba's tail to get to the Falcon; Greedo shooting first just doesn't bother me enough to compel me to boycott the revised movie.) The new, improved ending of Jedi with fireworks over Naboo, Coruscant etc. struck me as phenomenally silly the first time I saw it but watching it again at the end of the arc I must admit that I rather like having it there. I'm the kind of writer who pics at every story I've ever written every time I read them, so I can't really blame Lucas for monkeying, though I do wish he'd release both versions on DVD so people can choose between the one they remember and the one Lucas himself prefers. Oh, and aww, Darth Vader makes Michael Rosenbaum cry! Now, I wonder whether Lucas actually had to pay him to say it was the best day of his life or whether any day of being wined and dined and given toys at Neverland Skywalker Ranch would do that. I did a poll at TrekToday on which was the best SW movie, and to my surprise TPM and AOTC are way behind ROTJ, though TESB is easily on top...I wonder whether this is an effect of age and nostalgia rather than anything objective.

The plan for tomorrow is to get up early, drive to Pennsylvania and go to the horse farm after lunch. Hopefully I will see Maximus (the groundhog) and his collection of wives and babies! Sunday we may go to a nature preserve or if the weather's icky we might go to Harrisburg to a museum or if we can't decide we may go to Hershey to the zoo, and Monday the kids are campaigning for miniature golf. So I have to pack for all these possibilities.

The river rushing under the ruins, Fountains Abbey.
Garden Homage )

Friday morning I gritted my teeth and wrote a review of the very first Star Trek episode ever aired, "The Man Trap". I had watched it a few weeks ago and found it painfully dated and sexist. Some switch in my brain must have been tripped by watching "Terra Prime," "These Are the Voyages...," Sweet November and Revenge of the Sith this week, however, because watching it again this morning I found it not at all painful, only moderately sexist (plus the excuse of having been written in 1966) and encompassing everything I love about the original series...Kirk/Spock/McCoy as best comrades as well as a strong command team, the extended friendships among the entire crew -- we see as much interaction among Uhura, Sulu and Rand in this single episode than we do among Sato, Mayweather and Reed in an entire season of Enterprise -- what it means to be Vulcan, how the crew works together. These are the reviews I was afraid might ruin my love for the original series, but this one, at least, reinforced it greatly...though I haven't got any hate mail yet and I'm not reading the BBS, so who knows how I will feel if it starts getting ugly there. I only know that it was a welcome nostalgia.

And tonight, following up on The Phantom Menace last night, the whole family watched Attack of the Clones. I confess that I was somewhat less attentive than the others, as I just watched it recently with [ profile] perkypaduan and I still have to go get ice cream during the "love scenes" or risk injuring my ears, but it didn't bug me as much as it did the first time and I must admit that somehow I have fallen for Obi-Wan this week, after managing to resist him for nearly six years. I think maybe Ewan is finally old enough for me. *g* Either way it is somewhat embarrassing though quite entertaining to come stumbling late to the Q/O party, which while not as welcoming as the Highlander party is still large and diverse enough that I'm sure there are lots of fun things to read. Many of my Trek fans passed through TPM slash on their way to LOTR, HP and other current fandoms, so there are lots of familiar names when I check out some of the stories I stashed away, too.

[ profile] fannish5: 5 movies that worked better as television shows )
[ profile] thefridayfive: Moods this week )
[ profile] fridayfiver: And it's hard for me to take a stand )
And in the "Things I Learned From George Lucas" department: Het leads to the Dark Side )

Um...did I have a real life on Friday? Well, not much of one, since I spent the morning writing articles and the late afternoon putting away the laundry that got folded but not put in drawers on Wednesday night. I did spend several minutes dragging a piece of yellow string across the floor at Cinnamon's behest. And [ profile] apaulled made very good Indian food for dinner, pav bhaji and chicken masala and choley, and I got my star skirt to go with the top [ profile] mamadracula got me from Karuna Arts, so I can be as Hippie Goddess as I like. This is good, as I have an insane Saturday (Hebrew school meeting from 9-11, soccer game from 12-1:30, DC United tickets for the evening plus my son's team gets to parade at the stadium because they won a sportsmanship award so we have to be there early. It ought to be lots of fun but I am expecting to be rather exhausted after all this family togetherness. *g*

This upper-floor room in Portchester Castle was used as a theatre in the 1800s. You can still see some of the decorative painting on the walls.
Division of an Estate )

It was younger son's last day of Hebrew school and he had a soccer game in the early afternoon, so we had a relatively mundane Saturday -- we all went to the game (they won), then we stopped by the studio where he takes violin lessons to get his new violin tuned because none of us do it very well and his teacher had promised a lesson, and then we were going to get haircuts but both kids balked at this so instead we stopped by the food store and ended up racing home to beat the thunderstorms that kept me offline for several hours.

In the evening we watched the first half of Longitude, which is phenomenal. Michael Gambon plays a carpenter who spent his life trying to invent a clock that would allow navigation at sea, and Jeremy Irons plays a veteran obsessed with restoring his machines. I'd been told that it was a rather dry story but that couldn't be more wrong; the scientific obsession is quite riveting even to someone like me who has trouble following the most basic information about maps and vectors, and both main characters are emotional, fanatical sorts who are very compelling to watch, though I'm not thrilled with the dichotomy between Gambon's character's supportive wife and the witch they've made Irons' character's wife out to be for wanting outrageous things like a husband bringing in an income and a sex life. It may be based on reality, but they could have given both characters more depth than they bothered with in the screenplay.

Here is my Russell Crowe squee for the day, mitigated by the fact that Nicole Kidman is involved -- you know, it's a pain in the ass intensely disliking Kidman and Paltrow while only being lukewarm on Zellwegger, considering that they seem to get dibs on every major script out there, while really talented people like Winslet, Blanchett, Theron, Connelly and Linney end up in smaller movies and smaller roles, which perhaps is partly their choice but one rarely hears that they were considered for parts in which Kidman ends up miscast like The Human Stain or The Hours. Even Hilary Swank, who keeps taking roles I dislike but whose talent is undeniable. Even Sarah Michelle Gellar, who makes me want to vomit in every interview I read with her but who has consistently impressed me with what she can do when she's not doing Scooby-Doo -- I don't see why she should stop, though, when she can make a cool million for goofing off with her husband instead of doing some tiny independent film. Miranda Otto's from Australia, isn't she? Let her play a lead role opposite Crowe in a big Aussie movie.

Hate mail, I get hate mail. ) Sunday we are going downtown to the Asian games exhibit -- I am not sure yet whether this will be with or without my parents. Hopefully the rain spent itself earlier -- at least the pollen count has dropped!

Effigies of Knights, Temple Church. (Kingdom of Heaven made me realize I hadn't posted any photos of the knights, though the Templars were scapegoats in the film -- murderous Christian fanatics and hypocrites, so that the bulk of Christians could be portrayed as noble, honest folk who didn't really want to be fighting the equally noble Muslims for the city.)
Failing and Flying )

Had a fairly quiet day, other than the usual Thursday carpool chaos. Organized some web page stuff, caught up on some correspondence and phone calls, still haven't managed to make a dermatologist appointment even though that's been on my things to do list since February and how does that happen exactly? I'm not exactly sure where the morning went. Older son had a field trip today with his chorus to perform at an elementary school near his middle school, and tomorrow has a field trip for an environmental cleanup somewhere along the Anacostia River -- we were told to dress them in old clothes and shoes -- while younger son brought home his poetry book that each student in the class wrote -- I must remember to scan and post one of his illustrated poems. The pollen is bothering me more this week than before; there's a layer of yellow powder on the car windows every time I get into the car, even if I cleaned it off a couple of hours earlier. The azaleas are still beautiful but I won't mind when the pollen count drops.

In the evening, because [ profile] apaulled expressed curiosity, we watched The Winter Guest. (He couldn't quite figure out why it caught my attention at first, because I've never been a huge Emma Thompson fan and he didn't pay attention to the directing credits. *g*) It's a beautifully done movie, something I think you have to be in the mood for -- very slow and quiet particularly at the beginning, with absolutely gorgeous, fairly minimalistic cinematography (it's set in Scotland in winter, and there's a lot of layering of whites -- snow on ice, fog over the frozen sea, even an off-white comforter on white bedsheets in a white room, and black and white photos play a big role since Thompson's character is a photographer). Thompson's mother Phyllida Law plays her mother in the film, and the two of them are exceptional together; it must be rather difficult to play a fractious relationship with an actual family member. While she and her mother are walking through the town sniping at each other, her son is being pursued very aggressively by a girl, and meanwhile two boys playing hooky are trying to figure out what in hell their lives are about and two old ladies who go to funerals for fun are doing the same thing.

The plots aren't exactly parallel and in the case of the old ladies they don't even converge -- the only point of contact involves spying on them through a telescope -- so all the connections are very subtle and the overall effect is too. There's never a hint of melodrama and the performances are all very restrained, even during the one erotic scene where there are all kinds of other complications getting in the way. I'm definitely going to have to watch it a few more times, because the accents on the kids are so strong that it's sometimes hard to catch what they're saying and I was more focused on the acting than how the camera work (which was quite complicated -- long tracking shots) was working with the story. Oh...and there are kittens. In other words The Winter Guest did nothing to alleviate my Alan Rickman crush.

Brain quiz. ) I thought I might be going to see Kingdom of Heaven again with [ profile] perkypaduan but in classic Friday the 13th style, neither multiplex has an early show, even though it's Friday, much to our chagrin, and I wouldn't be home in time to get my kids. Woe! And of course I must spend the evening reviewing Enterprise, for the last time. I have only just discovered that Mirando Otto is in War of the Worlds so even though I'd thought the double whammy of Cruise and Fanning might make me want to miss that, I am now torn -- though I think I will wait for some reviews by people I trust. This upcoming weekend is the last for Hebrew school for the semester and younger son has a soccer game in the middle of the afternoon on Saturday, and we might get haircuts for the boys afterward, so Saturday will probably be relatively uneventful.

Another from the Lake District right outside the town of Grasmere: the sun competing with clouds on a hillside.
The Pleasures of Fear )

It has been a week of enforced Star Trek nostalgia, as every media outlet on the planet seems to be doing some sort of retrospective on the show. Some of these I write up for TrekToday, some I save for my own amusement and some seem to be exactly the same material recycled...has JMS been passing on anonymous notes for people to crib from? I finally got to that Auberjonois interview that I had put off and put off because it's a freakin' hour and a half, and I cannot write two other articles plus a writeup of a freakin' hour and half audio interview in one day if I want to have any semblance of a life (read: if there are carpools to be driven, etc.) but it ended up being a great pleasure to listen to him talk about babysitting for Alan J. Lerner's kids and starring with Katharine Hepburn in Coco. He is just so cool.

This week's Smallville had some parts I liked very much and some parts that required shouting at the screen, trying to talk the characters out of the inevitable. I am not one of those who has ever been nostalgic for high school from the moment I graduated, so episodes about nostalgia upon graduation from high school rarely move me in any significant way; the closest I ever came to caring was while Joey Potter was giving the commencement address on Dawson's Creek and that was only because Eva Cassidy's version of "Fields of Gold" was playing in the background, referring directly back to the one time before it was played that season during one of those golden evening scenes where the creek is winding like a river of possibility in front of the characters though you already know there's a definite end to their story because the show is so obviously written from the point of view not of teenagers but of adults looking back. But I digress. Smallville. With spoilers. )

If I have nasty noir twists on the brain it is [ profile] perkypaduan's fault, as she came over and we watched An Awfully Big Adventure (being unable to go to Kingdom of Heaven whose earliest show was too late for me to pick up my kids) and then, being in an Alan Rickman Film Festival mood, Galaxy Quest. I figured the latter was perfect preparation to review the Enterprise finale Friday night; I cannot decide whether to try to write serious, analytical criticism or a somewhat whimsical "here are the things the actors are going to get asked at conventions for the next ten years" sort of review. I suppose I must see what sort of mood "These Are the Voyages..." leaves me in.

The producer for the movie Finding Home sent me some photos of Louise Fletcher in that film (which also stars Genevieve Bujold and Justin Henry) for my web site. They're here if anyone wants to see!

Grasmere on the River Rothay. Just because it's pretty and calm.
The End Of The Weekend )

My horoscope was wrong: I did not once get caught in traffic today, not even driving older son to Hebrew school which usually takes far, far longer than it should. I did have to navigate two terrible parking lots where people park as if it's perfectly natural for them to sprawl their SUVs across two spots so that the rest of us have to circle around looking for someplace to park, but that hardly counts as traffic. I had a lovely lunch outdoors in this gorgeous spring weather with two of the usual suspects, did some running around for stuff my kids needed, wrote two articles -- oh wait, I know what kind of traffic I got caught in! It took me so long to download an interview I was supposed to write up that by the time it had finished, I had forgotten all about it, so it will not get done till tomorrow. I suck, heh.

Veronica Mars was the highlight of my evening, and while I enjoyed many aspects of the episode, I found the revelation and the way in which it was shown rather anticlimactic. I had no strong opinion on whom Lily's murderer should be, though I felt very strongly about who it should NOT be, and it wasn't him so I appreciated that. Spoilers! )

Okay, I've been tagged before and pointedly avoided this meme, but [ profile] annathepiper hit me and since I only just started reading her journal I didn't want to blow her off. *g* So, the movie meme, with half-assed first and last answers which are why I didn't do it before:
1. Total number of films I own on DVD/video: Thousands. For ten years we taped everything we thought we might ever want to watch again at EP, so three movies a tape, over 400 tapes, and that's not counting the DVDs. We suck. *g*
2. The last film I bought: If it's me personally, An Awfully Big Adventure. If it's things [ profile] apaulled bought that I would have bought had we not agreed that he would go to Best Buy since I was going to Target, it would have been Phantom of the Opera and National Treasure.
3. The last film I watched: In the theater, Kingdom of Heaven. On DVD, National Treasure.
4. Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
   1. Monty Python's Life of Brian
   2. Kiss of the Spider Woman
   3. Tempest (dir. Paul Mazursky)
   4. Crimes and Misdemeanors
   5. Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World
5. Pick on five people. Tag 5 people and have them put this in their journal: Oh hell, I can't even remember whose journal I've seen this in and/or ducked it if they tagged me! Let me do it this way: if you haven't been tagged and you feel like sharing said information, consider yourself tagged. *g*

The Cormorant, Portchester. This was one of my favorite pub signs.

And look what [ profile] miyumiyu drew for me! Snape/Lupin Celtic art!
The Daffodils )

And a photo to go with the poem, taken at St. Oswald's Churchyard, Grasmere, Cumbria:

The graves of William Wordsworth, his wife Mary and sister Dorothy. With daffodils.

Friday, after an absurdly early alarm because my older son had to be at school in time to get on a bus for Annapolis for the state chorus festival (where his school did well, though not quite so well as they did at the county competition), [ profile] twinkledru and I decided to indulge in some mutual pimping -- I showed her Highlander and she showed me Firefly. We couldn't get the first disc to play, and I think I need to watch the pilot to have a real sense of what's going on among the characters, but Gina Torres, Alan Tudyk and Morena Baccarin were all terrific and I am looking forward to watching the rest. Though I read a very traumatic spoiler on the TrekToday message boards right after watching, and now I don't even know whether to look forward to Serenity! Oh, Joss Whedon, you are cruel. [ profile] twinkledru and I also had California Tortilla and she was subjected to a lap invaded by my cat, something to which most visitors to my house are subjected, so she has now passed the Rosie Inspection of Doom with flying colors.

My son came home tired but content from the chorus festival and instead of wanting to go over to his friend's house he wanted to stay home, so he, his brother and his friend could all play Runescape without having to compete for a computer. They and two other friends spent two hours IMing and chasing each other through the game...does this now count as having a social life for middle schoolers or should I worry about it? (Younger son was also beside himself because he accidentally overwrote his Aragorn file in The Two Towers Game Boy game, meaning that he lost -- um, items? artifacts? something he wanted, at any rate, and which it will take months of experience to gain back. I am so glad I do not play video games and frustrate myself in this manner.

We had dinner with my mother, as my father is in New York, then came home for Enterprise. Here's the "Demons" review, which may net me somewhat less hate mail since I actually liked the episode, though I am sure some people will write and accuse me of having claimed that just to get attention or something. *g* One more week, and then my Trek-reviewing-free life begins...I wonder how strange it will feel after nearly eleven years. Although I promised to review the original series for TrekToday after Enterprise has left broadcast, so I guess that's not entirely true.

[ profile] fannish5: What 5 things about your fandom make you cranky? )
[ profile] thefridayfive: Love )
[ profile] fridayfiver: Fifteen Minutes of Fame )

The local news is all atwitter because the Wizards beat the Bulls and will now have the honor of getting pounded up and down the floor by Miami. I am ambivalent, given that Kwame Brown's troubles have gotten more press than my county's decision to stop teaching sex ed until it can placate the conservatives who want homophobia built in to the curriculum and given that I hate rooting against the Bulls after many happy years living in Chicago. But since my family will be following these events closely, I shall sound my barbaric yawp. Am expecting a weekend of soccer, in-laws and hopefully some fun. And look! I leave you with HP joy: [ profile] mamadracula drew more McGonagall!
Magician )

I am sure I have used up my rightful level of squee for the week, but in between chores and schlepping younger son to the orthodontist who informed both of us that he needs to brush better, I got even more new, improved squee! Thanks in part to a benefactor who probably wishes to remain anonymous and in part to the miracle of DVR technology, I watched certain movies today that I never expected to see on DVD. Well, I did not actually watch all of Kiss of the Spider Woman, which remains, if not the best movie I have ever seen, then at least in the top five -- and it changed the way I watch other movies -- nor did I actually watch all of The Competition, which is half guilty-pleasure with Lee Remick and Sam Wanamaker and half pure pleasure listening to all the piano music in the soundtrack.

But I did watch The Miracle, a movie I have not watched in years because the former rental videotape I owned was in such bad shape that I was afraid of destroying it. I watched it through, though I had intended only to put on the scene where Beverly D'Angelo sings "Stardust"...and it is the perfect movie to watch the day after An Awfully Big Adventure, because the two movies thematically are almost mirrors of each other. They're both set in rundown cities and center around struggling theatrical companies, they both play around with the idea of life as performance and the difference between reality and illusion, they both involve young people being raised by people who feel like they can't tell them the truth about their mothers, and the rest involves spoilers galore. )

I can't decide if TV has been disappointing me because I've had good movies around, or if TV has been disappointing me because Veronica Mars and Smallville both sucked this week...well, the latter more than the former, but I am more disappointed in VM because I have come to expect that show to be really good. I still hate Logan, but his ickiness doesn't make me feel good in this mess. ) And then there's SV, which -- no matter how much terrible, awful, agonizing Lana dialogue we must sit through, has Lex and Lionel which absurdly makes me excuse everything else. Lex himself didn't have too many moments that made me ngggghh this week -- well, maybe that look at the very end -- but he figured in my two favorite scenes even though he wasn't onscreen at the time. Lionel and Genevieve are my second SV OTP! )

My other point of televised disappointment was the Revenge of the Sith trailer shown during Smallville. I understand that preview was targeted for the WB audience, but after that wonderful one I saw in the theater attached to The Hitchhiker's Guide, I was just not prepared for so much badness! How can a preview be so painful? ) However, I must have this Christian Bale action figure as Batman! If only there was a Phantom of the Opera action figure, I could introduce them to each other and then they might be my OTP. No wait, I'm confusing life with Reign of Fire, or maybe RPS. *g* Um, ignore that.

When I posted all those photos of things blooming in DC, I did not mean to give the impression that we did not see plenty of flowers while we were in England. Here, an effort to remedy that...

New Blossoms, Antique Places )

Am shouting love to [ profile] melina123, [ profile] valis2 and [ profile] fuschia. They know why. *g*
A Story About the Body )

It rained most of the day, so we went to see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which was twice in two days for me. My kids loved it -- in particular the whale, the yarn and the towel -- and my husband agreed that it was like Terry Gilliam taking on Dr. Who. I did realize that I should have warned people about that song, though; it's been stuck in my head for two days now and I am ready to cry or tap dance, I can't tell which. Oddly, we saw different previews in the upstairs theater in the multiplex than [ profile] perkypaduan and I saw on my great annoyance, we did not get Revenge of the Sith, which I forgot to mention was a highlight of my day Friday! I was thoroughly bored by Attack of the Clones and not really a fan of The Phantom Menace, slash or no slash, and having read the kids' novelization of Sith I really did not expect to be impressed, but I was utterly thrilled by the preview -- I hope the movie is half as good as it looks in that. Saturday in its place we got Batman Begins, which looked great as well, but I kept being pulled out of the moment by too many familiar faces...I wasn't seeing Batman, I was seeing Christian Bale, luscious though he is (I worry about what he's doing to his body, the extremes from The Machinist to this), and I was seeing Michael Caine and Liam Neeson and Katie "Not Getting Enough Publicity For My Films Alone" Holmes...I wonder whether I will be able to suspend disbelief during the movie.

Belated TrekToday review of "In a Mirror, Darkly, Part Two", for which I have already received hate mail! No surprise there, really. ) In other excitement, we picked up the van and watched bits of the Nationals game, which was ultimately rained out, though we got the unexpected pleasure of a M*A*S*H rerun while the station was killing time waiting to see if it would be called. Then, completely by accident, we caught the very end of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone on ABC. I have been meaning to watch the very last scene of that movie ever since we came back from England, because after having been at Goathland Station, I wanted to see how it looked on film. I've stood where Hagrid was! Yay!

Some different views of Goathland Station. )
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