Gilmore Girls
5x10 But Not as Cute as Pushkin
5x11 Women of Questionable Morals
Monday, 29 December 2008
Films
Chicago (2002)
[#96 in 100 Films in a Year 2008]
Die Hard 2 (1990)
[#95 in 100 Films in a Year 2008]
Snakes on a Plane (2006)
[#94 in 100 Films in a Year 2008]
Might make it to 100 yet...
[#96 in 100 Films in a Year 2008]
Die Hard 2 (1990)
[#95 in 100 Films in a Year 2008]
Snakes on a Plane (2006)
[#94 in 100 Films in a Year 2008]
Might make it to 100 yet...
Articles
Warner Bros. Loses Watchmen Suit
(from Studio Briefing)
Well, I didn't expect that outcome!
"Despite the fact that it has been more than ten years since Fox decided to abandon production based on the superheroes graphic novel, a federal judge on Wednesday ruled that it continued to own a copyright interest in the project."
(from Studio Briefing)
Well, I didn't expect that outcome!
"Despite the fact that it has been more than ten years since Fox decided to abandon production based on the superheroes graphic novel, a federal judge on Wednesday ruled that it continued to own a copyright interest in the project."
Poem of the Day: The Day After the Day After Boxing Day
by Paul Cookson
Today is, in fact, the day after the day after the day after Boxing Day, but as yesterday was Sunday this was the best I could manage. Anyway...
Google revealed this poem to me, and also turned up this analysis... which doesn't contain any analysis at all.
Today is, in fact, the day after the day after the day after Boxing Day, but as yesterday was Sunday this was the best I could manage. Anyway...
On the day after the day after Boxing Day
Santa wakes up, eventually,
puts away his big red suit and wellies,
lets Rudolph and the gang out into the meadow
then shaves his head and beard.
He puts on his new new cool sunglasses,
baggy blue Bermuda shorts (he's sick of red),
yellow stripy T-shirt that doesn't quite cover his belly
and lets his toes breathe in flip-flops.
Packing a bucket and spade,
fifteen tubes of Factor Twenty suncream
and seventeen romantic novels
he fills his Walkman with the latest sounds,
is glad to use a proper suitcase instead of the old sack
and heads off into the Mediterranean sunrise
enjoying the comforts of a Boeing 747
(although he passes on the free drinks).
Six months later,
relaxed, red and a little more than stubbly,
he looks at his watch, adjusts his wide-brimmed sunhat,
mops the sweat from his brow and strokes his chin,
wondering why holidays always seem to go so quickly.
Google revealed this poem to me, and also turned up this analysis... which doesn't contain any analysis at all.
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