In which Red may upset a few people

First a little quiz result
( Which WWE Taboo Couple Am I? )

And now for the quite possibly annoying to some part of the post. First, I would like to issue the following caveat - my LJ, I speak my mind, therefore feel free to disagree but it is my incontravertable right to say what I want.

Which is Redspeak for if I piss anyone off, I'm sorry.

Okay so they're doing a documentary series thing about Leonardo Da Vinci. And apparently they are going to look at the man behind the art - and this is a quote "the illegitimate, gay, self-taught, Renaissance genius."

Which of these descriptions is unnecessary? I'd say the first two since I'm a firm believer in the art being the important thing, not the man.

A true artist goes beyond themselves to create something universal. So to me, it doesn't matter if he was the offspring of two goats and a chicken. He made pretty paintings and designed wonderous technology.

It's actually quite a shame that the build-up put so much emphasis on it being about the private life of Leonardo since there was lots of really interesting technical detail about how he was among the first wave of artists to use oils instead of tempera (something I have to learn about for blasted Chemistry). I think part of the problem stems from me being a born scientist and demanding facts rather than inference from the few surviving documents from that era. And after 400-500 years I refuse to believe they can actually verify half the claims they are making about his private life.

Oh and before anyone accuses me of homophobia or something similar when you don't want the people you respect to be gay, basically the only thing I suffer from is I-don't-give-a-fuckia.

In this harsh celebrity driven age people seem to have forgotten the difference between the artist and the art.

Apologies

to anyone who heard the screams and wails emanating from our house. Sadly neither orgy nor massacre was taking place, but Mum was watching the Rugby.

In which there is rugby, Hugh Jackman and Wrestling

( Rugby, Challenge Cup Final )

Rugby's the only sport where I love all the commentators, because normally it's Ray French (who was my Uncle's A-Level english teacher) and Jonathan Davies, who knows more about rugby than is entirely healthy and conveys both this and his love for the sport without sounding pompous. He's lovely.

And the pundits were Denis Betts, who's so good I forgive him for having played for Wigan, and Ian Millward, who is Saint's coach, but beyond that makes a lot of sense when he talks.

Hugh Jackman was on Parkinson. So I watched that. And he had extensions in for his next role, which made him look far too much like Marti Pellow for comfort.

He was lovely. Laid-back, amusing, you know, the Aussie stereotype. Apparently having extensions in is like having your pubic hair pulled at for 6 hours.

And he can sing. And yes, he's lovely.

But and this was a bonus, there was 100 Greatest Romantic films thing done by the American Film Institute, and he was one of the talking heads on the programme (so were Aaron Sorkin, Carrie Fisher, Maureen O'Hara (who is desicating nicely), and tonnes of other really cool people)

Just the look on his face when he was talking about films. There is a guy who loves a good film (and more importantly a good Gene Kelly film)

Oh yeah and ( Here Comes the Smackdown Stuff )

This bit isn't cut-lined because I feel it is something I must say and comes with the traditional oops, sorry if I offend you disclaimer.

First, let me say I love America. However things like Mr. America are quite why large chunks of people I know don't. One, why the picture of the Berlin Wall falling down? And two, dear WWE please try not using Martin Luther King, it tarnishes the speech somewhat.

And yet I love Le Resistance, even with it's rather wonderful stereotypes. And the sound of marking out if/when they appear will be me. Partly I think it's because they're being pushed as heels, partly because the vid promos are good. Just waiting for them to say 'hey, the Statue of Liberty was a French gift'.