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tilly_stratford) wrote2007-08-08 12:15 pm
tilly_stratford) wrote2007-08-08 12:15 pm
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A great number of little bells that knew how to laugh
One sting
And you can say goodbye to all of your friends
One sting
And you’ll be singing as your spirit ascends
All's well that ends
Right, so John Simm is playing Elling at the Bush Theatre, both Simon Pegg and David Tennant voice acts in Free Jimmy - let's face it, England, you're being pwned by Norway. *Mumble mumble Ibsen mumble*.
Had a bit of a disorienting morning. Woke up when my phone rang, it was from the Norwegian broadcasting corporation, wondering if I was willing to make a accompanying quiz book to Kvitt eller dobbelt, the board game I made last year. I was too sluggish to decide then and there, so I said I was going to decide when I recieved an e-mail with a fleshing-out of the job.
Now, of course, I've decided to take it. I just hope I didn't sound to negative on the phone. Hoping for that e-mail.
The reason I was so dopey, was of course, because I stayed up all night watching movies. Well, initially I was watching Young Frankenstein at a sensible hour (I swear, it was the first time I'd seen it), and then, at IMDB, I got a series of startling discoveries:
"What, there is a movie version of The little prince?"
"...And Stanley Donen directed it?"
"Oooh, Gene Wilder plays the Fox!"
"What, Bob Fosse is in it as well? Ooh, and Victor Spinetti!""
"What, the whole thing is on YouTube, you say?"
"It's a MUSICAL?!"
So yeah. That's what I did last night. It was pretty meh, American and creepy in the bad sense of the word, with a pretty cheesy and heavyhanded soundtrack. And I really, really tried to enjoy Gene Wilder as the Fox, as I love that part in the book where the Fox asks the Prince to tame him, but... there's something about a child meeting an adult man in the forest (however smashing that man may look in a red suit), going on about how nice it would be to touch.
That being said, it has dawned on me over the last couple of weeks, what with all the early Mel Brooks movies, that Gene Wilder was really quite sexy back in the early seventies.
Like, mad sexy. And that really bothers me, because I can't figure out why I should think that (and God knows I have a thing for men with eyeliner, but then I only saw Young Frankenstein last night). I feel I've gone slightly insane.
Anyway, as soon as I get an extra hard drive I'll get Sherlock Holmes' smarter brother. For obvious reasons.
Snooky is having his hair cut today. Not really for cosmetic purposes, other than to get all of that paint off. And then, a swim!
In the meantime, I'm waiting for that e-mail.
And you can say goodbye to all of your friends
One sting
And you’ll be singing as your spirit ascends
All's well that ends
Right, so John Simm is playing Elling at the Bush Theatre, both Simon Pegg and David Tennant voice acts in Free Jimmy - let's face it, England, you're being pwned by Norway. *Mumble mumble Ibsen mumble*.
Had a bit of a disorienting morning. Woke up when my phone rang, it was from the Norwegian broadcasting corporation, wondering if I was willing to make a accompanying quiz book to Kvitt eller dobbelt, the board game I made last year. I was too sluggish to decide then and there, so I said I was going to decide when I recieved an e-mail with a fleshing-out of the job.
Now, of course, I've decided to take it. I just hope I didn't sound to negative on the phone. Hoping for that e-mail.
The reason I was so dopey, was of course, because I stayed up all night watching movies. Well, initially I was watching Young Frankenstein at a sensible hour (I swear, it was the first time I'd seen it), and then, at IMDB, I got a series of startling discoveries:
"What, there is a movie version of The little prince?"
"...And Stanley Donen directed it?"
"Oooh, Gene Wilder plays the Fox!"
"What, Bob Fosse is in it as well? Ooh, and Victor Spinetti!""
"What, the whole thing is on YouTube, you say?"
"It's a MUSICAL?!"
So yeah. That's what I did last night. It was pretty meh, American and creepy in the bad sense of the word, with a pretty cheesy and heavyhanded soundtrack. And I really, really tried to enjoy Gene Wilder as the Fox, as I love that part in the book where the Fox asks the Prince to tame him, but... there's something about a child meeting an adult man in the forest (however smashing that man may look in a red suit), going on about how nice it would be to touch.
That being said, it has dawned on me over the last couple of weeks, what with all the early Mel Brooks movies, that Gene Wilder was really quite sexy back in the early seventies.
Like, mad sexy. And that really bothers me, because I can't figure out why I should think that (and God knows I have a thing for men with eyeliner, but then I only saw Young Frankenstein last night). I feel I've gone slightly insane.
Anyway, as soon as I get an extra hard drive I'll get Sherlock Holmes' smarter brother. For obvious reasons.
Snooky is having his hair cut today. Not really for cosmetic purposes, other than to get all of that paint off. And then, a swim!
In the meantime, I'm waiting for that e-mail.