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Sam and I decorated the bed.

Made me want to be a wicked Witch-queen.

Jadis was awesome-dreadlocks flying, swords flashing, sexy, fierce warrior witch queen. I mean, yeah, I know she’s evil incarnate and turns hapless squirrels into stone and ends up munched to death by Aslan, but… Oh my. I loved, loved, loved her in the battle scene.

The whole movie was so well done. Kudoes to the cast, the creators, costumers… New Zealand, for being such a spectacular setting for fantasy movies…

Lucy was perfect. What a cutie. Loved Tumnus the faun-could he be any more woebegone?

I don’t really have any objections, even though they took some liberties with the plot, it was really nicely pieced together.

Two thumbs(and a tail) up!

I finally wrestled my categories and archives into submission!

Now that y’all can see all the purty pictures, they actually make sense. Well, er… That is, they make as much sense as they originally did, which, I confess, in the case of some of my less coherent ramblings, may be a rather dubious assertion.

Thanks Colin, for pointing out the deliquency and many, many grateful bows to vkaryl, a mod at wordpress.org/support, for her kind, prompt and excellent assistance, not to mention cheerfully tolerating my ignorant queries and keeping the geekspeak way, way down.

I’m not a total Luddite, but FTPing, SSHing and editing with vi just doesn’t give me a clue as to where to go and what to do. Simple, step by step… Start here, click here, go there, delete this, upload that.

I can handle it.

Perhaps sometime in the not-entirely-distant future, I might even feel like I’m on top o’ this bloggy thing!

Yeah, maybe when pigs fly… Oh, hey didn’t pigs fly in Mirrormask? -whoops, no those were gorilla-bird thingies.

Oh yeah, it must’ve been one of the Spykids movies. Knew I’d seen some winged piggie action somewhere.

Ooooh… Memories of delighted childhood piggery.

The Food Whore took me back there with her post on Dutch Fritters.

I don’t think they were actually dutch, in my case. Sophie, the woman who made them at the commune I grew up on was English, but they sound just the same.

Oh, the luscious, doughy, crispy, golden-brown goodness of them! I so poignantly remember the anticipation as we eagerly awaited their sizzling deep-fried perfection and the joy of shaking them in the bag with cinnamon sugar, or powdered sugar.

And eating them? God, they were so damn good! We’d stuff ourselves ’til it hurt and then some.

There’s nothing like several decades to make a taste, a flavor, a savouring, so memorable and so impossible to recapture.

but there was no bread in the house and I was too hungry to go to the store, even if it is less than a block away!

So, I made myself a liverwurst(a pathetic excuse for braunsweiger, in my snobby-if one can be high brow about meat paste-opinion) garlic aioli sandwich, with veggie burgers standing in for the bread.

Believe it or not, it quite hit the spot.

Now, if someone would just kindly implode my neighbor’s car for me, I’d be happy all over-the darn thing’s alarm’s been blaring inanely for the last ten minutes straight!

The quicksand of discursive intention
will make you sink.

‘The Sun, the Moon, the River’

Sakyong, Jamgön Mipham Rinpoche
Wales, June 2002, after seeing Antony & Cleopatra

Got our tree up this weekend, twinkling lights, Balinese winged mother goddess and all.

Rowan and Sam had fun desecrating, gulping cocoa and playing their little cat games. While they played the evening away, mom and I watched Shaolin Soccer-God, that’s a funny movie! I loved it, the kids caught the tail end and thought it was outrageously hilarious too.

I’ve introduced Sam to a lot of movies this year, but last night he turned the tables… I don’t know how I’ve missed seeing it all these years, but he introduced ME to ‘Close encounters of the third kind’.

It was cool. He was pretty excited to know more than I did about all the eerie spaceships zooming around. I found it pretty confusing, but the mothership was spectacular with all it’s cool skyscraperesque structures and dazzling multi-colored lights.

Now he’s busy guessing which transformer is in the big blue box under the tree. His head is so full of autobots and decepticons, it’s all he talks about… Endless lists of which class they’re in, or which planet they’re from.

I’ve been informed that we definately NEED a planet map. Who knew?

Hmmm… I’ll think I’ll round out our movie week by taking him to Wallace and Grommit, maybe that’ll open up some new, non-transformer shaped neural pathways in his 7 year old brain.

Inexorable undulations
demand precise punctuation.

Acute, tender slaps,
butterfly whip flicks,
stings, whallops and snaps.

Breathless, smarting intervals…
Shameless, taut supplicant-

SMACK!

Flagrant, flawless, perfect.
Flashfire flares,
ignites dendrite dynamite.

Deft,
intimate,
ultimate,
triumphant
surrender.