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"Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop." -- The King of Hearts

I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

Pix live on Flickr. I toss links out on Twitter when I feel like it. I'm still not sure what to do with G+ but I kinda like it.

 

A Bad Movie and a Good Movie

When the MO is away, the Magpie will play. Usually this means watching a movie. (The MO hates movies. Consequently I am soooo far behind the cinematic times that it is usually very easy to find something to watch on the cable pay-per-view.) Last night I chose Bridget Jones. I vaguely remembered reading the book and thinking it was at least passably entertaining, and I like Colin Firth and Hugh Grant is dreamy, so it seemed like a safe choice. Oh. Well.

This is a spectacularly bad movie. Renee Zellweger's character is absolutely insufferable. I was ready to reach into the screen and throttle her. Apparently her entire acting directions were:

"Every five seconds assume a new facial expression chosen from this list:

  • Simper
  • Crinkle nose
  • Moue
  • Furrow brow (lightly!)
  • Blank surprise
Oh, and walk like a duck, stick out your fanny and your tummy at the same time, and never display a particle of grace when wearing heels."

If those were her directions, she did a great job. The utter vacuousness and doormatness of the character was unbearable. I watched about fifteen minutes of it and gave up when I realized I was clenching the remote and hollering cuss words at the tv.

Back to the iControl menu. Second go-round I found DeLovely. And it was DeLightful (had to do that, doncha know). It felt uncomfortable at first, because it's quite a contrived presentation but I got into it fairly quickly. (You'd have to like musicals, certainly.)

I didn't really know anything about Cole Porter other than his music. Turns out he was rather a grade-a bastard in some ways, but I didn't hate his character the way I hated the Bridget character. (Does that mean I tolerate cruelty more willingly than stupidity? Hmmm.) My only real beef with the movie is that I just don't like it when they try to use makeup to age people. It doesn't work. I think I can handle the "willing suspension of disbelief" myself. Just slap a white wig on the guy and we'll get the idea.

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