I am slightly too excited for X-Men: First Class. I mean, I was excited when I heard who they cast as Xavier and Magneto, but I have just seen Beast's SFX and I am very, very excited indeed. Especially because they seem to have remembered the mutant politics. You can't do the X-men justice without the mutant politics.
A somewhat scaled down photo of my first quilt square as discussed previously. It's less lopsided in real life. Not included are the terribly written instructions, which have obviously been written by someone who knows how to knit without being checked by someone who doesn't know. The instructions for the design on top were absolutely unfollowable until I looked hard at the pictures and realised that they looked like a daisy stitch (have since been informed by Nan that the stitch is really called a chain stitch).
I shall see what next week's edition brings.
This week's 15 minutes of Smackdown saw me squeak over Drew McIntyre again. I can get behind evil with a heart of squish. And when I say that, if I were a cartoon, I'd get little red hearts for eyes every time he comes out.
Also, rather wierdly, I felt oddly protective of Cole when Booker T was yelling at him. Even while he's being evil, I want to yell 'stop picking on him, he's half your size.'
Film Meme - Day 23 - Character You Relate To The Most
I am aware it says nothing good about me but hello, Geoffrey Plantagenet, count of Brittany from The Lion In Winter.
I felt it most strongly when I was a teenager (really, my horrible, suicidal teenage years, let us not do that again), but it's still there. I think it was that, almost uniquely in characters who feel alone and unloved in films, he doesn't act out by destroying himself, as normally happens, but by hurting everyone around him. Which makes far more sense (like I said, I am aware I do not come out of this looking good).
I think it was also the way he was, he'd channelled his hatred into being cleverer than everyone else, which was something I respected.
There was also the situation that he was in, where there were three people in his generation, all scrambling for the same thing, and the constant in-fighting and back-biting. My family, while fighting over less significant things than the crown of England and the Plantagenet lands, bears an uncanny resemblance to the dynamics in film, and trying to remember who'd told what lie to who and why took an awful lot of energy.
Even now, there's some of that fellow feeling still there, because you've got my eldest cousin, who is a far nicer person than anyone in the film, who fills in the roll of Richard, run away to escape the family, and then my boy cousin who, despite being older than me, often fills John's shoes to a T. And I'm just expected to be okay. Which I am normally, and now that I don't have raging hormones and school bullies to contend with I am relatively happy with life, but sometimes when I feel put upon, it's nice to have someone on screen who gets that, someone who responds the same way I do to the same kind of stimulus - the way you feel when you think that your feelings are being disregarded, not out of any extra malice, but because they're inconvenient to other people.( The Other Days )