Lots of fanfare for those who want it, but just as many people could care less (as with any event, I suppose). There are plenty of us in the industry who don't care yet pay attention, since these things do affect careers, for better or worse.
Better get that videotape converted to digital, just in case! Join us every weekend in the Hobbit movie forum for this week's CHOW (Chapter of the Week) discussion!
And I agree...the group intended it to just be a bathroom pit stop, but one hour turned into two and...yeah, we've both been there.
Thank you! Hope everyone's well in your neck of the woods. Join us every weekend in the Hobbit movie forum for this week's CHOW (Chapter of the Week) discussion!
You just have to know the right people. :-)
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Turns out donkey riders are in short supply, since they must be...well, short. Our kids' godmother has dabbled in ponies over the years, and lately has gotten into donkeys...one thing leads to another, and now Elanor and Eldarion the Younger get occasional lessons on donkeys with a friend of their godmother who happens to show donkeys and teach riding lessons (usually on ponies/horses, though!), and between them they usually get to ride at shows either their godmother's donkeys or a really nice donkey owned by the friend. Pretty funny, actually...my idea of nice is a tall, solidly-built hunter type of horse -- I find donkeys rather bemusing!
LOVE that story about the jumping cow! Hilarious. I totally sympathize. I wanted a horse so much as a kid that it hurt. Closest I could get was, for a house we lived in about 18 months, sitting in the 2-stall barn with 50 chickens and *imagining* horses in the stalls, and also setting up a course of jumps and making my dog go over them.
As should I, actually...need to stop the dog barking first. We just got a new washing machine Friday evening, which apparently is inhabited by evil spirits. For the life of us we can't balance it, at all, so every time it spins, it goes massively off balance KA-KLUNKITY-KLUNKING around the floor, and it's so awful it sets the dog off in a massive barking fit. I've never had a washing machine that made a dog bark. I've been gritting my teeth this weekend, while Mr. Ro goes dashing for every spin cycle to sit on the dratted thing, and looking forward to calling the service center first thing in the morning!
LOL at your group trying to use B & N just as a pit stop -- *that's* a mission destined to fail! :-)
Nowhere near the wind I was expecting, but a wretchedly copious deluge! I was relieved not to get the wind...high winds mean evacuating chicken coops to safe shelter at the house; the higher the predicted winds, the more birds I evacuate. I've done up to about 45 birds, which is a lot of trips to and from the paddock!
I think it's great that you keep the blackberrying tradition going! Those connections with childhood memories are special. And neat that you get winter pies from them -- normally, at least. Any chance there might be different spots near you with berries that fared a bit better?
I should have gone to bed hours ago myself.
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I stayed up working on a write-up for Middle-earth roleplaying: a group of Dwarves from the East that settled in the hills adjacent to the Sea of Rhun following the end of the War of the Dwarves and Orcs. They mine the hills (that I've named the Emyn Rhovanion) and trade with the folk of Dorwinion and the remaining Northmen of East Rhovanion. I looked up Slavic names to reflect the Dwarves' eastern origins; now I need to determine what unique trait(s) might set these Dwarves apart from their western kin.
At some point I might also try placing East-elves in the wood on the north-east shore of the Sea of Rhun. "I may be on the side of the angels, but do not think for one second that I am one of them." - Sherlock
in their garden, usually used for bikes, but their Dad was towing them over it on the sledge at speed (it's a flat garden so they have to be creative!) and they were flying off in all directions laughing their heads off and being jumped on by the dog (border collie) who wanted very much to join in. Happy times!
This time of the year is such a tease
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These end-of-season storms are so cruel knowing the good weather is almost here. BE CAREFUL! My Baltimore family had a huge tree fall next to their new house. There's massive damage there, too.
Thankfully the temperature is slowly starting to improve, plus the Siberian bitterly cold wind that really caused the problem is calming down too. We’ve had more snow so far this winter than for the past 8 years, 2010 also had a March snowfall that was a bit worse than this. This winter however we’ve had more on-off snow from December through to now, schools have had about 6 or 7 snow days in that time which really is unprecedented for here. For a change it’s been the powdery dry snow too causing large drifts particularly once you get out of town, the poor farmers are keeping a close eye on the sheep as lambing season starts soon too. It’s played havoc on travelling around, forward planning is key. Fingers crossed that the snow decides to stay away for a bit now! There seems to have been awful weather all around, hope it improves for everyone soon!
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I don't think there's any hope of that.
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Any chance there might be different spots near you with berries that fared a bit better?
The area around NP is the least-dry in Taranaki - down the coast is pretty bad. One of the spots I pick at is on the lower foothills of the mountain and if anywhere got rain, it's around there, but those vines were as dry as bone.
Who knew that climate change, collapsing Antarctic ice shelfs and a warming Tasman would affect my blackberrying?? Celebrimbor: "Pretty rings..." Dwarves: "Pretty rings..." Men: "Pretty rings..." Sauron: "Mine's better."
"Ah, how ironic, the addictive qualities of Sauron’s master weapon led to its own destruction. Which just goes to show, kids - if you want two small and noble souls to succeed on a mission of dire importance... send an evil-minded beggar with them too." - Gandalf's Diaries, final par, by Ufthak.
"Ah, how ironic, the addictive qualities of Sauron’s master weapon led to its own destruction. Which just goes to show, kids - if you want two small and noble souls to succeed on a mission of dire importance... send an evil-minded beggar with them too." - Gandalf's Diaries, final par, by Ufthak.
Haven't read the former. Got scared off the Brontes by reading Wuthering Heights during a spell in the ER that I proposed to eniven by reading a bunch of books I had not read before. Spent the whole book wanting to kick Heathcliffe. Since then, I have queried many "reading men" and have not found one that liked WH. We are the fighting Uruk-Hai! We slew the great warrior! Well, yeah, first he killed a bunch of us and another whole lot of Mauhúr's lads, and we had to shoot enough arrows into him to drop a Mûmak. But we got him!
David Niven, in his memoirs (either The Moon's Balloon or Bring On the Empty Horses. I'm afraid they rather run together in my mind) tells a tale of the filming of the 1939 version. Merle Oberon, playing Cathy, was acting the dying scene in the usual way, surrounded by lace and pillows, kept screwing up her lines, and dreadful bad ones they must have been. The way that the special effects department, such as it was, created tears was to drip a mixture of saline and glycerin into the eyes so that they could properly overflow on cue and drip slowly down the face (hence the glycerin). Well, they overlooked the tear ducts, which transport excess tears into the nasal cavity. As David N. bent over the prostrate Merle for the umteenth time, enough had collected to slide out of D.N.'s nose onto Merle;s face, creating considerable consternation, Hee hee. We are the fighting Uruk-Hai! We slew the great warrior! Well, yeah, first he killed a bunch of us and another whole lot of Mauhúr's lads, and we had to shoot enough arrows into him to drop a Mûmak. But we got him!
"Cathy died, but not seriously." I found Wuthering Heights overblown and tedious. I much prefer Jane Eyre.
My favorite version of Wuthering Heights is this one:
Silverlode
Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known.
...I LOL'ed We are the fighting Uruk-Hai! We slew the great warrior! Well, yeah, first he killed a bunch of us and another whole lot of Mauhúr's lads, and we had to shoot enough arrows into him to drop a Mûmak. But we got him!
I am SMAUG! I kill when I wish! I am strong, strong, STRONG! My armor is like tenfold shields! My teeth like swords! My claws, spears! The shock of my tail, a thunderbolt! My wings, a hurricane! And my breath, death!
Oh dear Eru, that gave me a much-needed morning laugh!!! Who knew that a washing machine could be the perfect accompaniment for AC/DC? That...is...hilarious.
So we got a new, new washing machine yesterday. Turns out the old new one may have been doing the klunkity-klunking because Mr Ro forgot to remove the strapping used for shipping from the underside when he set it up...oops.
I might point out that the book gene is clearly genetic, and I inherited it from both parents. My mom started a new job a couple of years ago, as the director of a small but vibrant library. In her case, it's like putting an alcoholic in charge of a liquor store.
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