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* Just finished watching the new BBC miniseries The Hour on BBC America and it is quite good. Feels a bit like a mixture of the old 1950/1940s espinoage noire films, such as The Third Man and Spy Who Came in From the Cold mixed with Broadcast News and well Mad Men. The acting is stellar, Dominic West (so far in a smaller role) - shines and continues to impress with his understated charismatic acting style, that oh so slight mischevious smile. And Ben Whiteslaw and the gal who plays the lead, are great as well. Excellent female roles and compelling. The guy who played Owen in Torchwood shows up here looking much like Peter Lorre...while Dominic West reminds me a little of Orson Wells. Enjoyable and held my attention throughout.
* On the way home from work today... stopped by the local bodega to pick up gluten-free MESA Sunrise cereal amongst other things. And I was admittedly tired, worn down by the day. When I pass a screaming match on the sidewalk. These aren't as common as one might think. This is the first one I've seen in awhile, although I've grown used to them. Enough to be oblivious at times, or just shrug it off. And I NEVER get involved. You give screaming matches a wide berth, like you might a dog-fight or a pile of shit, let's not step in that one. And in most cases I don't remember them afterwards...except, this one was different. Something happened during it. A phrase. That I hadn't heard before and it made my hackles rise. To the point, that I stopped, looked back at the three people and considered whether I should poke my nose in, but exhaustion and the fact that I had a blinding headache won out.
White Woman: Why don't you just go back where you came from!
Black woman - who had finally begun to walk away from her - turns around: Why don't you!
White woman: I live in this neighborhood (implying the black woman obviously doesn't)
The black woman said nothing and just left.
And I...I stopped for a moment, glanced back, the white woman in her designer blouse and skirt and sunglasses, with her big frigging black dog and skin-head boyfriend (his head was shaved) stood looking down the sidewalk, too far to make out their faces clearly, while the black woman sunk into herself and continued down the block. I wanted to say so many things...like "how do you know who lives here and who doesn't?" or "Watch it, your racism is showing." I know it's a minor incident, but it bugged me. Really bugged me.
As an aside, it's probably worth mentioning here...I like dog's. Love all animals actually. Well, except insects...but those aren't animals, so don't count. I dislike dog owners. Not all dog owners, there are a few responsible one's out there, such as the people on my flist, co-workers, and family members. But the vast majority? Should not be permitted to own a dog.
Too tired to write anything else. Not sure the above made much sense, as it is. Back is killing me today and I have this sick tension headache - due to barometric pressure and neck/back pain, I'm guessing.
* I'm reading George RR Martin's Feast of Crows. Which is oddly better than expected. There's something to be said for taking breaks between these books. The chapter I'm in at the moment is about a big-boned not overly attractive warrior princess who wants to avenge her father's death. Her father was killed in the previous book by the Mountain in a duel. To say more would be spoilers. She's an interesting character, even if we don't get that much of her. Martin does create interesting female characters, and realistically shows how they struggle to obtain power and/or survive in a world run by men. My only quibble with Martin, is well the same quibble other reviewers have with him - he over-writes or as my father would state - babbles. My father is a fan of minimalism, and rather liked Hemingway.
( Read more... )
* People on lj and Facebook can't wait for football season. This admittedly makes no sense to me. I ignore it. And fret when it interferes with other tv shows I prefer. I've never understood this particular American obsession. Soccer - makes sense to me. Basketball makes sense to me. Heck, Baseball and the Olympics make sense to me. Football not so much.
CW (Former Buffalo Bills Rally Gal and Groupie): How can't you like Football? You get to watch all those cut butts wander about the field.
ME: You mean fat butts.
CW: Not fat, big...and well musceled.
Me: The men have no necks.
CW: They have necks - big necks!
Me: Same difference. What can I say, I like lean muscled men, with long necks and defined features, I'm a face girl. Not delicate...rugged works, but lean. Like soccer players and basketball players. Runners are also cool.
CW: You have weird taste. How can't you like football?
( why I'm not into football )
* On the way home from work today... stopped by the local bodega to pick up gluten-free MESA Sunrise cereal amongst other things. And I was admittedly tired, worn down by the day. When I pass a screaming match on the sidewalk. These aren't as common as one might think. This is the first one I've seen in awhile, although I've grown used to them. Enough to be oblivious at times, or just shrug it off. And I NEVER get involved. You give screaming matches a wide berth, like you might a dog-fight or a pile of shit, let's not step in that one. And in most cases I don't remember them afterwards...except, this one was different. Something happened during it. A phrase. That I hadn't heard before and it made my hackles rise. To the point, that I stopped, looked back at the three people and considered whether I should poke my nose in, but exhaustion and the fact that I had a blinding headache won out.
White Woman: Why don't you just go back where you came from!
Black woman - who had finally begun to walk away from her - turns around: Why don't you!
White woman: I live in this neighborhood (implying the black woman obviously doesn't)
The black woman said nothing and just left.
And I...I stopped for a moment, glanced back, the white woman in her designer blouse and skirt and sunglasses, with her big frigging black dog and skin-head boyfriend (his head was shaved) stood looking down the sidewalk, too far to make out their faces clearly, while the black woman sunk into herself and continued down the block. I wanted to say so many things...like "how do you know who lives here and who doesn't?" or "Watch it, your racism is showing." I know it's a minor incident, but it bugged me. Really bugged me.
As an aside, it's probably worth mentioning here...I like dog's. Love all animals actually. Well, except insects...but those aren't animals, so don't count. I dislike dog owners. Not all dog owners, there are a few responsible one's out there, such as the people on my flist, co-workers, and family members. But the vast majority? Should not be permitted to own a dog.
Too tired to write anything else. Not sure the above made much sense, as it is. Back is killing me today and I have this sick tension headache - due to barometric pressure and neck/back pain, I'm guessing.
* I'm reading George RR Martin's Feast of Crows. Which is oddly better than expected. There's something to be said for taking breaks between these books. The chapter I'm in at the moment is about a big-boned not overly attractive warrior princess who wants to avenge her father's death. Her father was killed in the previous book by the Mountain in a duel. To say more would be spoilers. She's an interesting character, even if we don't get that much of her. Martin does create interesting female characters, and realistically shows how they struggle to obtain power and/or survive in a world run by men. My only quibble with Martin, is well the same quibble other reviewers have with him - he over-writes or as my father would state - babbles. My father is a fan of minimalism, and rather liked Hemingway.
( Read more... )
* People on lj and Facebook can't wait for football season. This admittedly makes no sense to me. I ignore it. And fret when it interferes with other tv shows I prefer. I've never understood this particular American obsession. Soccer - makes sense to me. Basketball makes sense to me. Heck, Baseball and the Olympics make sense to me. Football not so much.
CW (Former Buffalo Bills Rally Gal and Groupie): How can't you like Football? You get to watch all those cut butts wander about the field.
ME: You mean fat butts.
CW: Not fat, big...and well musceled.
Me: The men have no necks.
CW: They have necks - big necks!
Me: Same difference. What can I say, I like lean muscled men, with long necks and defined features, I'm a face girl. Not delicate...rugged works, but lean. Like soccer players and basketball players. Runners are also cool.
CW: You have weird taste. How can't you like football?
( why I'm not into football )
