Ikea cookbook

... This is just beyond brilliant. And like all magnificent things, it just gave me a dozen ideas :D

Watching Jack Reacher. Was EVERY guy who ever remotely joined the army for any period of time a sniper? I must have met 50 ex-soldiers and they were all snipers, even though a) our army doesn't have a sniper unit and b) pretty much all of the battalions they listed were logistics (socks and shovels.) But okay. I'm not the one to call their bluff.

What does interest me, however, is how does some random investigator from out of town, given some random redneck trailer address, just drive up to it in one go? I live in a town the size of a pizza and it took me half an hour to find my brother's street the other day (new house, first time there - in my defence.) I was using the iPad GPS AND google maps.

It's an okay movie. Mostly Tom Cruise walking around with an aura of "I am so smart and hot and cool and awesome it's not even funny anymore. Ladies, form an orderly line, please." and Rosamund Pike following him with huge googly eyes and wonderful cleavage. Werner Herzog makes an appearance. And Jai Courtney serves a good lesson: if a young, hot hunky guy talks to you and asks you out for a drink for no reason, he's most likely a serial killer.

Bonus: there was the mandatory old gunnie scene. The old gunnie scenes are the best. Duvall plays the gunpowder wiseman this time. I love how he puts empty shells in his ears to use as mufflers. (They actually do that on the range.) And Cruise did well as a sniper, the exhaling and the recharging slowly and carefully without losing the posture once it's been settled. His straight leg should have been less off centre and is he or isn't he a leftie? Well, nevermind. It's true best snipers keep both their eyes open, (aim just beneath the target) and exhale after the shot, but for that amount of humidity, he probably would have needed a spotter to start (or they just checked the conditions beforehand.) Nice scene. Like riding a bike. That was a beautiful gun, too. A beautiful classic Remington 700. Number 4 on my wish list ;)

Been thinking...

Do I want the Garrosh T-shirt. Yes.

Would I mind if General bought himself the premium set expansion, because it contains the books :D ? No. It contains books!

Am I addicted to buying nail polish? Oddly so. (And where the hell did that come from?!)

Should we invest into a cleaning robot? No. It would only get raped by the cat and I am not very comfortable around robots. They sneak up on you and stare at you funny.

Would I enjoy being an editor? Probably not. a) It would just be fixing up other authors' mess and leaving no energy for my own work and b) Too many books, force-fed down one's interest, isn't all that fun.

Is it likely that the small pox is engineered and fed to kids in kindergartens every two or so years, to ensure they all get it and thus get over it? Very likely.

Should I split the character of Murphy into three souls and later on refuse to connect them back, causing him to be an unstable invalid? But which one? I'm considering Phobetor. The nasty one. The necessary one.The one whose eyelashes turn to rust when he looks upon beauty.

Do I include the concept of the DU (Distopia/Utopia) line in Gorgie cityscapes? Lets. And the scene of their wedding?

Would researcher of origin of words be an interesting job? No. But it would be a very interesting hobby. 

I wonder, if aliens arrived, anyone would think of Kim Jung Un feeling like a fucking idiot for shaking his big bad bombs around, playing the town bully for about a week.

Oblivion (movie)

The weekend was lovely - General's birthday was an endless beady stream of nice meals and intimate cosy moments with the three of us (Rockstar along.) like going to have pizza or to the shooting range or to buy G's bike or to the park to test the 'fetch far' or to sample the new ice-cream or to the movies... 

          We watched Oblivion, which I was very glad we did. Not so much the boys, prolly, because they would say there was a thorough lack of aliens and fighting. But that film was sooooo beautiful. Even the fighting - even the story - seemed unnecessary (though, obviously, necessary). The story, twisty and foreboding as it was, could have been told in half a sentence, but there was a number of clever little hidden troves within it, that I could appreciate. For example 'tet', being the Vietnamese new year, was also a nasty offencive business in Viet Nam by Viet Kong - a code for an effective blitz attack. It is also an Egyptian mark for 'good' and 'wheel'. 

           But I sat at the edge of my seat for the visuals of the duration.

      I cannot get enough of the movies this clear. (Also, I am starting to really, really like Iceland/Greenland scapes (aerial shots).) There is SO much glass. I pay attention to things such as clarity of surfaces and the element of cold, clinical environment the main protagonist is forced to appreciate, but cannot call home or connect to his soul. Even the porcelain beauty of his partner, down to her metallic ring of a belt, is a demonstration of his ambition: gravitation towards a lake cottage full of things that weren't made by machines and are not cleaned by machines. It was funny, in a way, that the only remaining adam was surrounded by three females: The god (Sally, played by a very headmistress-authority-on-a-cellular-level Melissa Leo). The reality (too-perfect-to-be-true character portrayed by Andrea Riseborough). And the flawed, fragmented fantasy in the direction of the salvation. (Played by the earthly majesty of beauty, Olgy Kuryenko.) Tom Cruise, in his fresh young fifties, looks 35. If nothing else positive could be said of the man, he certainly is the testament of greatness to beauticians and youth-surgeons.

           And also there was Morgan Freeman. (And even a little bit of Nicolaj Coster-waldau, all limbs, no less.) And I loved the moment in which Vika tells Julia she's the only survivor of the crash and Julia says 'What do you mean??..' The scene in which Julia starts to laught at the couple that rescued her is also very sad. Seen from her perspective, she handled her situation extremely well. 

I would have loved to read this comic.

Note how he's using an old empty bomb shell as a pot :D

I've read an interesting article about the nuclear threat of the NK.. And how people couldn't care less. Once upon a time nothing seemed worse than the horror of an atomic warfare, people would panic, clean shelters, supply gear, teach the little ones in school how to put on masks and inject anti-radiation medicine... Now honestly nobody could care less. We have so many actual every day problems, some warmongering lunatic and America with their retarded rule-imposing bullying couldn't concern us less. Hungary is right next to us, battling dictatorship, and we couldn't care less. The winter has been so long and stuff going on in the world so absurd, a nuclear war is just another one on the long list of unpleasantness to add to the overall. 

Another unexpectedly beautiful day. Could the spring actually finally be here? I was gonna skip work today and go shopping just a little, but my family was in town and they interrupted me. Had coffee with them and they snared me to come with them uphill. Sis bought a load of plants that needed planting, including a coffee plant. Hello :D I was gonna propose to write his biography to dad and sort of seeded the concept which will, hopefully, nag him enough to make him wanna try... When he asked why, I simply said, he's by far the most interesting person I've met. After a pause we both laughed and agreed my standarts have significantly lowered. Oaf :)))  But it was mum's garden-making that captivated it eventually and I ran the end of my term, airing the soil of her patch and adding cow poo to it profusely, to make it super. My mum is ridiculously meticulous when it comes to turning the soil over, picking out every last stone and weed, making these tiny flower beds, with paths and careful rotation planning. I just love to do the menial parts. not so much the meticulous bits. The wind started blowing summat awful, but it was warm and very April-y. (I still caught a cold. I've been meaning to catch one, a small one, so I elevate my immune system in the long run.) Heavy clouds, hot sun, heavy clouds, hot sun... Lastly i stomped deep holes for her bean pikes, till I could lift the iron no longer. If I had been striking the same spot, I would eventually struck oil. Finally, worn out for the morning, I rolled downhill back to own, lamenting over the fact I came up so quickly I forgot to take the mutt.

          On the way down through the woods, I called the General about fifteen times, teasing and luring him into coming to meet me and coming to check out new pushbikes at the sports stone - but alas, those only arrive tomorrow. So we went to check out a new wheelbarrow for dad's BD. For reasons mysterious, General allowed me to drag him to test the new snack place, "Cooking Fly" - which I've been wanting to since I first noticed it.

           Awwww, that was sooo cool! They serve somewhat more healthy food than I would normally appreciate, but my body wants and needs stuff that's wet and crunchy, so I just gorged on it - even the orange food bits. We had wholewheat pancakes, he with chicken, curry and some other exotic stuff, me with pumpkins, peppers, mozzarella and some herb sauce. And kuskus veggie salad. We got home made, very nice unsweetened tea for free. We could have had soups and deserts of the similar 'healthy variety, but in truth, we were too full to push it. A vine fly came by and Gen said: oh, look, the boss! :))) It did leave us awfully in need of something sweet, though, I noticed. General went home and ate some čokolino, I added Nupos to my make-up cart. (Suddenly, in my desperate need of spring, I am starting to use make-up again.) 

          At the library, adorable good news when I had my card re-made (I keep losing that one) and I asked about my yearly fee, the librarian said I won't be charged a fee this year. Because?? Because I helped salvage the books from flood last autumn. Seriously?? I didn't do that for the free card, I did it to save Snufkin! That was so cool. 

          We met with Drej to talk my tomorrow over-seeing her fair. Nice coffee closure of the afternoon. (There was also some editor ping-pong meanwhile, but nothing enough to spoil my good mood.) I'm waiting for the Gen to return home with the youngling, we're thinking about going to the movies. Unless I get called on a business date. Fine by me either way. I've done some work and played some Warcraft and unexpectedly gotten through a difficult dungeon at last. Am not complaining at all.

PS

General's sex line of the day. 

I said I'm missing some tenderness, attention to detail and slow pace one usually gets in lesbian lovemaking and he summed it up: so basically you're saying I should go down on you tonight or you'll become a dyke? Seriously. Men.

Blade Runner posters

Haven't seen many of these before and I find them extraordinary. Trying to decide if the unicorn is meant to be Deckard or Batty ... or both? I just don't get that movie's depth. Maybe why I worship it so wishingly:))

The drop of rain blood down the nose is fantastic...

Eh, I can just imagine my editor... Every time she sends me a mock-up or a draft, hitting 'send', she then pauses and stops breading, expecting a lava bomb from the direction of my sky-side. Which I'm embarrassed about, because lately almost everything we've been though came out really cute. ..

... Aaaand now I've probably just jinxed myself.