Angelique e le whatever

I've been trying to watch Angelique (in I think most languages but French by now), simply because I stumbled upon the movies on P.Bay and because I remember reading all books about her (well, at least five) when I was thirteen. I just can't seem to et it. Though I adore old Errol Flynn flicks and old Robin Hoods, a movie like this just doesn't get into my head. NOTHING feels right. Not her hair, her make-up, her costumes are absurd, even her beauty is out of time - and I DO take the era in which the movies were made into consideration. Dunno, were they bad movies even then? Or did the emancipated ladies of the late sixties purposefully applaud Angelique's stubborn style and romantic view on the court of the Sun King (How I liked raping and killing him in my stories back then..)? 

Perhaps because I've seen the world as it truly was back then, I simply cannot swallow the director's interpretation. I found Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette sooner to being realistic! Dunno. I just can't get pass that wig and those erotic displays of her perfect frame, which remain exactly the same thorough her entire life-long ordeal. Somehow, and it's probably just the times I live in, that much blatant exposing feels like some posh pervs' country club video. Something to stare at while pretending to be watching paid actors act. I could be wrong, though. I could have just seen way too many HBO interpretations of places like Rome and Deadwood... It isn't rational to compare.

Did, though, like the latest episode of Fringe. Liked the ending. I was wondering when THAT bit will come crushing down like a ton of icicles on our dear heroes, and they didn't choose a bad moment to time it. The handsome yet overly masculine beaut Olivia FBI even exhibited two whole new expressions! One was not unlike the one I often cast on the ones I care for when I'm really really angry. The other was such profound shell shock - should she utterly hate Dr. Bishop or should she utterly pity him? End credits.

Villain on cooldown...

Damn Paparazzi just killed Arthas... Ah well.. "Server first". No shocks there. He will be missed. Not only I have a weak spot for villains with long white hair, he had a sort of a chill style...

Love what they did with the Lag City fountain....

The battle scene from P.Prince

 

And then I show the pic to Piček and he asks: "Is he wearing plait?" I say yes, and he: "These arrows are wooden?" Aye. And he: "A wooden arrow wouldn't go through plait. If they were smaller, then they could be crossbow bolts and those mayhap stood a chance. It's why the Romacatholic authority on Crusaders forbade the use of crossbows upon devout opponents. Only heathens. Only a crossbow arrow would go though a plait armor like this."

... Told you he's not called The General for nothing.

Bit my tongue. OUU. That shit hurts!! Not the preferred start of the day... See? -->  I then gathered *exactly* 281 high end Northrend flowers without gaining a *single* Frost Lotus.. (My ICC 1o second-set-of-bosses battle is tonight and I need pots... Ridiculous, I tell you.) My back hurts from sleeping in a funny pose and as consequence I had really weird dreams about my old yellow postal moped and a lesbian scene with Tilda Swinton and La Roux...  O.o

A capoeira studio opened in my town and for about 1o minutes I was really excited about having ANYTHING in common with Vincent Cassell.. Also been wanting to get the General to take on dancing lessons since I met him (and since it turned out Miami Vice is one of our both favorite movies, I actually thought I had a chance "Pennies in my Pocket" burns!), and this would be my sneaky lure, but the haughty Clint Eastwood knows everything there is to know about war, so he of course knew what I was up to. Piček considers dance to be a perfectly pointless waste of time before sex (has similar views on foreplay, too), to what I secretly agree, but since I have WAY too much sex to be considered a proper WoW-playing geek, I thought something drastic should be done about it. (What if some day a song like this paly in some Cuban  hotel or garden pr something and I really look good in a slinky dress and there is no-one to dance with me but Arnold Vosloo? The only man Piček might actually be jealous about and then what am I suppose to do?) I was crushed to read about that 'dogs-kill-owner' episode. I'm sure I've mentioned it, the woman whose bullmastifs brutally attacked a man didn't go to trial because she was someone important, but then died and now her husband (also a doctor) was torn to sticky little pieces by them... Well, turns out and I can't be sure this is actually true, (though seriously, not even media can conjure up this kind of falsehood), but the husband was supposedly once a woman himself and police having found a large strap-on near the death scene, it suddenly became obvious the odd rectal bruising on one of the canine females were indeed testament to sexual abuse of the perpetrators...

                 .... I have A LONG way to go to be THAT weird, that's all I'm saying.

Work in progress....
            (The Pumpkin Prince details...)

 

Been wondering why do all the pickies of my family ultimatelly look like this?

  

  

  

  

O.o

But other than that.... It's 8am. Off to watch Memoirs of a Geisha and paint on.. 

  

 

Update in a nutshell...

Continue to fail to download some of the cool reading thingies I kind of want. More Bryson. More about posh whores. Definitely something that qualifies for an airport novel. I am way too into quality stuff..

But I did get the tiny wonder that is the battered pot replica. Check out this absurd cuteness..

Isn't it??

Working on the last of the stories for the book... (Check out the new cartoonout there, Secret of the Kells.. That's some heavy duty art for a kids story. I bet the kids won't get it. Best stuff they usually don't.)

 

 Also made shtraubi and coffee cake. Dumb recipe failed to mention salt and of course as I tried to add it to oil, it was too late. Why do I always have to fix other people's cooking effort? Don't they love their job?

Zi Shtrauben: 

Und zi kejk:

 

Oh, yeah. It was uiber perishable. :P

Off to do my fishing daily. Tried to reid last night and got stuck in dumb groups four times. I better not be locked out of all the best dungeons.. or there will be snarling at the screen. 

 

PS Some portraits of mum while goofing around with the camera after lunch. yay, I made rice photogenic 8)

I haVE TO SaY I qUIte Like THe WaY I lOOk LateLY... :P
Of course B&W does have it's perks :P

 

PS This is what i'm working on now... Just starting, so it makes little sense so far. 

February starts

Awww, isn't lovey dovey nonsense the greatest?? I do declare!

           (Okay, yes, I have been reading way too much Pride and Prejudice, but I swear it's only because I liked the latest movie (the one with the Knightley chick) and totally wanted Mr. Collins for myself. Three's just something about thorough social rejects that turns me on. It's my marrow balance between my down-cast fantasies and the reality in which I'm going to be married to the general. The thought of him proposing still derails my sanity compass.) 

           He got me this hand cream (I suspect they made the cream first and then smelled it and thought hard on how they should call it, because NOBODY can conjure up mocha and cherry scent on purpose) that I am positively obsessed over these past few hours and am two applies away from eating it. I made a coffee cake with mascarpone, cracking the mistery of what that really is, exactly, finally, but it was eaten too quickly for me to take pics. (Though not BY me :S I'm turning into a skinny chef..) But seriously - the way lovers communicate is just beyond .. anything.

   

            "Hellloooouu! Helllllloooouu! Deep down in feggala holeee!"......

I bet that never in 5 million years would you know that means he would like me to make him more tea. 

                     O.o

Anyhoo, by now losing weight simply because I cannot afford food, I have - irony FDW!! - stumbled upon a shop where I found THE COOLEST plates ever. Remember those old white metal things, like bowls and pitchers and something something you would put salad in that you got from the garden and washed it? They had a blue rim and when dented, they would rust in this odd, natural, cosmetically ruined, but otherwise homely sense? I found those done purposefully in ceramic. I have to have it. I can't live without it. I also have to buy it for all my mentally sibling friends! (Phew, good thing I have no mentally sibling friends.. I can keep it all to myself!!) I will get rich and go out and then I will buy it. Mwuuuuahahahaha!!

     Yeah, okay. I know. It's 4am. I'm scary.

January ends...

Playing in the snoooow...... SnoooooW :D Me likey :D