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kjpepperIt kicked all kinds of ass. Yay.
And the credits were very well done. No extra scenes, but several very nice touches in several places that you needed to be paying attention in order to catch.
All told, Cuaron did not disappoint me. Yay.
Before the show I took![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sundart to the Ground Round for dinner where we stuffed ourselves and had some fun talking about our usual topic of deep discussion of late, not to mention I rather thoroughly embarrassed myself by unleashing my much suppressed sports fan, as there was a Sparks/Comets game on in the restaurant, and then after that was over I was rather dumbfounded to find myself talking at great length about the whole Triple Crown thing, since someone in the restaurant has switched on the Belmont Stakes. Basically I was just nattering on about how no one's won all three races since the seventies and how Smarty Jones had won the first two races this year and Muffy and Bill and Babs and Becky all had their panties and girdles in a bunch over him possibly winning all three. "I don't get it," sundart said to me. "How is it that you just know about the randomest shit?"
Don't ask me... all I know is that every year my mother will not shut up about these damned horses, so I got treated to quite the earful about this Smarty Jones when I went to NY last weekend. So yeah, I knew about it. *sheepish grin* "Seriously, though, if this horse wins the Belmont, there are going to be riots in Long Island," I commented tosundart. "Except it will be rich people riots, and they'll be serving cocktails amid the breakage."
Hold the pearls, Muffy. No Triple Crown winner this year. Big shock there. Though I was later thinking about the earlier game and just growing up being taught to free throw by Penuche, and being one of maybe three girls in my grade brave enough to take on the boys on the court during gym class and whipping ass. It's been way too fucking long since I've played ball. *sigh*
Dessert was good, though I was rather disappointed to be defeated halfway through the apple crisp a la mode.sundart was thoroughly bitch slapped in turn by the fried cheesecake and strawberry sauce, and we were having an amusing thought or two about the boys, the fact that both of them have a weakness for cheesecake, whether they'd tried the fried kind, and what would be involved in mailing said confection to them... Wonder if Junior's does mail order? :) (edit - yep, but only to the continental US. One of the boys is out of luck.) Mmmm, Junior's... man, I miss Brooklyn sometimes.
A little surreal to come home and read inrhipowered's journal that Reagan had died finally. 'Course my first thought was to think crossedly at the universe that it was supposed to be the active president that was elected in a year ending in a zero that was supposed to die horribly, not the past one. It's all about the dying in office, damn it. Oh well, not that that would help things any. The phrase "President Cheney" just strikes all kinds of wibble into the stoutest hearts.
Peckish. Going to make meself a sammich now. Oh, and my ipod cable hasn't gotten here. I'm going to have to call up Apple tomorrow and have to choke a bitch, I think. *GROWL*
And the credits were very well done. No extra scenes, but several very nice touches in several places that you needed to be paying attention in order to catch.
All told, Cuaron did not disappoint me. Yay.
Before the show I took
sundart to the Ground Round for dinner where we stuffed ourselves and had some fun talking about our usual topic of deep discussion of late, not to mention I rather thoroughly embarrassed myself by unleashing my much suppressed sports fan, as there was a Sparks/Comets game on in the restaurant, and then after that was over I was rather dumbfounded to find myself talking at great length about the whole Triple Crown thing, since someone in the restaurant has switched on the Belmont Stakes. Basically I was just nattering on about how no one's won all three races since the seventies and how Smarty Jones had won the first two races this year and Muffy and Bill and Babs and Becky all had their panties and girdles in a bunch over him possibly winning all three. "I don't get it," sundart said to me. "How is it that you just know about the randomest shit?"Don't ask me... all I know is that every year my mother will not shut up about these damned horses, so I got treated to quite the earful about this Smarty Jones when I went to NY last weekend. So yeah, I knew about it. *sheepish grin* "Seriously, though, if this horse wins the Belmont, there are going to be riots in Long Island," I commented to
sundart. "Except it will be rich people riots, and they'll be serving cocktails amid the breakage."Hold the pearls, Muffy. No Triple Crown winner this year. Big shock there. Though I was later thinking about the earlier game and just growing up being taught to free throw by Penuche, and being one of maybe three girls in my grade brave enough to take on the boys on the court during gym class and whipping ass. It's been way too fucking long since I've played ball. *sigh*
Dessert was good, though I was rather disappointed to be defeated halfway through the apple crisp a la mode.
sundart was thoroughly bitch slapped in turn by the fried cheesecake and strawberry sauce, and we were having an amusing thought or two about the boys, the fact that both of them have a weakness for cheesecake, whether they'd tried the fried kind, and what would be involved in mailing said confection to them... Wonder if Junior's does mail order? :) (edit - yep, but only to the continental US. One of the boys is out of luck.) Mmmm, Junior's... man, I miss Brooklyn sometimes.A little surreal to come home and read in
rhipowered's journal that Reagan had died finally. 'Course my first thought was to think crossedly at the universe that it was supposed to be the active president that was elected in a year ending in a zero that was supposed to die horribly, not the past one. It's all about the dying in office, damn it. Oh well, not that that would help things any. The phrase "President Cheney" just strikes all kinds of wibble into the stoutest hearts.Peckish. Going to make meself a sammich now. Oh, and my ipod cable hasn't gotten here. I'm going to have to call up Apple tomorrow and have to choke a bitch, I think. *GROWL*
