Fassy is in the nip!

:O *dies* I sounded like Fr. Dougal when I saw this, lol. “Those women were in the nip!”

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Christmas Countdown has begun: 20 days to go…

I’m tired of being ill. I’m tired of being stressed, and negative. Always so damn negative (see what I mean?) so I’ve decided to kick myself up the ass, like Father Ted kicked Bishop Brennan, and I start the countdown to Christmas.
It’s now 20 days to go and I decided to get into the Christmas cheer by posting a video of a favourite Christmas song each day, for the next twenty days.
These won’t be in order of favouritism but they will be my absolute favourite Christmas songs ever. First up I have to post Perry Como’s There’s no place like home for the holidays.
Perry Como is someone I grew up listening too. Our LP of his Christmas songs began with this song, so for me Christmas officially begins when I hear this song being played.

 

Exterminate, please

You know what’s annoying me lately – Doctor Who. It seems to be going the way the X Files went AKA shite!

There is no random episodes anymore. They each seem to have some underlying mystery running though them, and not only that particular series but it bleeds into other series too.
Come on! It’s Doctor Who. It has it’s fan base. We are going to tune in each week to see what the Doctor and his companions are up to, we don’t need some long drawn out plot point to stretch throughout the series to insure our viewing. In fact all that actually happens is if you miss one week you’ve no fucking idea what’s happening the next week.

I mean The Silence. Now this one with the eye patch. WTF? Can we not just have random adventures again? Must we have each random adventure peppered with something of a bigger mystery? I understand that happens at the end of series to make sure the whole thing goes out with a bang, but it seems to be all the damn time lately. I’m tired of it.
It’s exactly the reason I stopped watching The X Files. I wanted random adventures but it went up its own ass with conspiracy theories and boring drawn out crap. I would be loathe to think Doctor Who could go the same way

 

That time of year again…

It’s December already. Can you Adam and Eve it?

Where the friking ‘ell this this year go?

I know where December went, it melted away with the ice and snow we had. It got so bad I was snow-bound in my sisters for a few days. I hated it. I just had so much to do with Christmas coming so fast, being stuck inside for days and days had me irrated and climbing the walls.

Now it’s gone it’s all hands on deck trying to get things in and get things done. Grrr!

 

The House at Riverton

The House at Riverton by Kate Morton.

I’ve just today finished. I couldn’t put it down. So entranced and drawn to find out what happens. It was the first time I read a book and wished it was the movie was I seeing. The suspense was just too much.
Oh but what a shame if it was the movie. Such a stunning wording. A beautiful turn of phrase. I was sucked into the time and surrounds in the first pages.

I’m currently snow bound in my sisters. Luckily I bought the book with me to read. I didn’t expect to get it done in two days. But as I said, I couldn’t put it down. I’m now a little sad I’ve nothing else with me to read as I’ve a thirst for more books, as is usual when I’ve finished a book I loved so much. I get itchy for another adventure. Another life, another world to delve into. More characters to love.

I am currently snow bound in my sisters. I couldn’t cry like I wanted to. I was either read at the dinner table, or the couch, having no room of my own to retreat too. But as the ending approached I knew a few tears which I tried to hold back would creep out and betray me. So as the sis made dinner I treated upstairs to mourn for Robbie and the Hartford sisters. (that’s not a spoiler, btw, we know from the beginning we soon will come to weep)

 

Oh, I am tired!

My big toe hurts. I hate when the seam of your sock moves under the toe, and constant walking on it just makes it hurt until each step you take is just plain burning sensations. Hate that!

And reason why my toe hurts, I have been trasping around town for the better half of today. I wouldn’t even mind but it was to get my nephews dressed for Christmas so I didn’t even have a chance to look for anything for myself.

I did spy some stuff though, so I will most definatly be raping the shit out of Forever 21 next week! Oh yeah! And Neu Look won’t escape an attack either. Some serious damn to my laser card is to be had.

 

Recap

Been reading, watching films and writing lately. Not as much writing as I would like though, but I plan to rectify that soon. With November fast approaching I am most definitely going to sign up to NaNoMo this year. Last year I knew deep down I wouldn’t, but this year it shall be!

My notebook is full of little notes I’ve been making for a while now so I’m just going to set aside some time and bash out some stories. I’ve a proposal story in mind. I think it’s sweet. But that said, I’m not a very romantic type.

Currently I’m reading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. I’m finding it a bit meh! right now. It’s good and all, and quite interesting. I’ve always been interested in the morbid side of the birth of modern medicine i.e. the body-snatching (Burke and Hare, of course being the most infamous. And more so when the new John Hughes film comes out this weekend – can’t wait to see) and the work of that doctor, whose name escapes me, but who attempted to reanimate a corpse by use of galvanisation in Edinburgh during the 19th century.
But something isn’t grabbing me by the throat with the novel. A bit like Dracula. As much as I loved the story matter, and liked the story, I found it put-downable and it’s one of those novels where I’m glad I read it, and glad I can say I read it, but it’s not something I’d go back and re-read.

 

Downton Abbey

I came on here with about four to five things to blog about. And now I’m here I can’t think what they where.
Let me ponder for a while…

OK, that’s enough pondering for a Monday. Downton Abbey was last night. Had all the elements I love in my period drama’s (I had to edit and add the word ‘dramas’ in there as the elements I love in my periods is actually light and pain free. Which never happens. Grrr! But that’s a rant for a PSM day.)
Yes, the house. Oh, the house! My friend and I were texting during it. She said she’ prefer neoclassical. I said I’ll prefer anything other than a semi in the outskirt of Dublin.

Storyline left me a little cold. Of course it’s just the beginning and the new heir and his mother looks set to mix things up and actually get some drama into the piece, but last nights episode definately lacked something. Although, gay subplot – nice touch! I had pleasant dreams last night, I can tell you. I had branded Charlie Cox’s character a ‘total cunt’, but he went up in my estimation after that. And not because of the gay thing, well not entirely He’s sneaking around in other peoples rooms was, to me, totally uncalled for. Someone born into a wealthy family thinking they can do whatever the damn well please, that annoys me. But the fact that he actually had a motive to be in the room makes it slightly better. Plus I admired his slyness with regards it, lol. And he doesn’t care who he screws, as long as it’s someone. I love my aristocrats like that. You just have to love to hate them when they are sly, manipulative and randy.
As for that maid whose name escapes me :O What a bitch! Kicking poor Bates leg out from underneath him like that. I so would have elbow struck that hoe!

 

for future reference

Note to self: blog about de sis becoming a Potter fan. And our trip out blackberry picking last week Twas fun, fun, fun

 

Books are mirrors; we only see in them what we already have inside us

Finally catching up on my reading.

Yesterday I finished The Prince of Mist by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. I couldn’t resist a book by Zafon, not when Shadow… was so good. This was his first novel, it’s been finally translated into English.
I know it was for young adults, but I couldn’t resist. And, how embarrassing to admit, young adults is quite a favourite sub-genre for me to read. But I have to say, this is the first time I have read a book for young adults and really felt it was for someone younger than my eight and twenty years.
Oh how I would have adored it so when I was 14 or so.
It has some gems of quotes – what I loved most about Shadow… – but it felt a bit far-fetched at times. I know ‘far fetched’ is a stupid thing to say, but it’s what an adult me feels. A younger me would have just gone with it for what it was – a good tale that will make you check the wardrobe each night before you turn off the lights (well, your mam to check the wardrobe)
It’s just not for my age bracket.

Today I started Abraham Lincoln – Vampire Hunter by Seth Graeme-Smith. I thought I’d make a start on it. Thought I wouldn’t get more than a few pages in. I’m a slow reader the best of times so I’m quite surprised to be one-thirds the way through it already. It is so so good. Even a surprise appearance of Edgar Allan Poe. (Is it odd I picture Poe as Jamie Campbell Bower’s character in Sweeney Todd?) Tis so much fun