Movies based on comic books: not always a good idea. It is a sad but well-documented truth. But look what's in the pipeline!
The plot: "In Silver City, Arizona, Apache Indians and Western settlers must lay
their differences aside when an alien spaceship crash lands in their
With such a great starting concept, how could that not be awesome!? (oh, so many ways, I know -- let me bask in my delusions, wouldja?)
Collider.com suggests they're trying to get Daniel Craig in the starring role, but my vote goes to Nathan Fillion (formerly Capt. Mal Reynolds in "Firefly", now starring in ABC's "Castle", which by the way is a lot of fun -- watch it!).
PS: Yes, my first real day back at work is being very productive, thank you very much ^_^
I know, this is so completely random... but that's how it popped into my day. I was just browsing through a website (okay, fanfiction.net, if you must know) when up comes this window that I expect to be some stupid advertisement as usual. But instead, it's this bizarre video that totally cracks me up. WTF?
Yes, I'm home! My flight to Boston was wonderfully uneventful (no one had any exploding underwear, or if they did they chose not to use it). The only remotely interesting thing to say was that there was a final layer of security at the gate where everyone got their carry-on bag searched and got a personal pat-down. I'm not bothered, but I'm very skeptical of the usefulness of these measures. Oh well.
The flight itself was very smooth, and it helps that British Airways still gives wonderful service compared to the other airlines I've been flying in the same price range. I'm definitely sticking with them for all my transatlantic flights from now on.
It was tiring though. By the time I got home, it was all I could do to haul my luggage upstairs, fish out pajamas and stumble into bed. Well, I did take a minute to revive my trusty Mac, just for the pleasure of hearing it hum into life again. But I was off to the Land of Nod in record time (which for me is saying something). I don't think I'll have any jetlag, I seem to have slept it all off.
Anyway, it's a bit dusty and the fridge is empty, but it's lovely to be back in my little under-the-roof domain. And tomorrow the rodentalicious terror is coming back from camp! Yay!
I keep posting ads to sell the bear's fur before I've killed it, but the bear reads my blog so it escapes me every time.
O baffled reader, let me explain... this refers to an old French saying warning against premature celebrations.
Having once again arrived at the gate in plenty of time for my flight, I hastily concluded that everything else would go swimmingly and the day would be as boring as can be hoped. That was, of course, waaaay premature.
Due to "difficulties" getting the plane over to Brussels from its original nesting spot in London Hellrow, and subsequent turnover issues (whateveeeer), my flight left over an hour and a half late, cutting down severely on my connection time.
Now in the interest of preserving the good cardiovascular health of my readership (taking a page from an Adams whose given name was neither John nor Sam) I shall abridge the suspense by disclosing immediately that this did not compromise my connection in any way -- mostly because it was fairly large to begin with. What was compromised was my pre-flight meal! Which I am sure I will miss very sorely, although I have been able to replace it by the best medicine I could find that would treat both my stomach and my budding head cold. Hint: it's just what the Doctor ordered.
I am now past security and very near to my gate, with an eye firmly fixed on the clock and the other spell-checking my fingers as I type this. One more gulp of medicine and I'll pack up the laptop and move over to the gate itself.
Well that was one long winter break. Now begins my reasonably paced medium-length trek back to Boston via London Hellrow...
I'm sitting at the gate munching on a couple of grandma's homemade wafflettes (thanks BMM!) feeling very relaxed, if a bit stuffy-nosed (man the country was COLD this time around) and looking forward to a boring day of uneventful flights westward.
Hey, air travel needn't always be boring -- last time I had a bit of a mishap in an airport it turned into a very enjoyable little adventure, let me tell you about it sometime -- but when it comes to the big transatlantic "back-to-school" commute*, the more mind-numbingly boring the better. It's draining enough emotionally, to extract myself from the warm cocoon of friends and family, without piling on travel complications. Once I'm out of it I want to get back to my other cocoon as fast as possible.
Plus, I have a special someone waiting for me there... the world knows him as Gus The Magnificent (though I just call him "poulet", French for chicken) and he's coming back to this blog, big time! Stay tuned for fluffy hair-raising horror from your favorite, most rodentalicious rascal.
* PS: I say school but I mean work! Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a student anymore!