Norge Thingy Redux
Okay, I've decided to pack in this blog and start anew somewhere else.
I realize it would be dumb to post the new blog address here, given my security/privacy issues. I've sent an email to a lot of you telling you the new address, but if I've missed you, just pop an comment here and I'll email you the addy.
Sorry for the confusion with this, but I think you'll like the new digs.
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One More and I'll Let It Go
Lovely M. from
Working at Home drew my attention to
this review of last night's Soprano's episode.
The climax was the lack of a climax: all the weight and tension brought upon by eight years of loyalty and betrayal, arrogance and greed. That abrupt ending forced viewers to recognize their own responses to Tony’s life, their expectations for violence, or even for the conclusion of a sentence. Sometimes life goes on, and sometimes it just stops.Okay, so that's a review that shed some light on it and gave me more food for thought other than my own insightful, 'WTF??!!!'.
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A Big Glass of WTF?
I've been knitting wrong for the last 32 years.
Yep.
I've been knitting my whole life the 'continental' style, meaning that I hold the yarn in my left hand while working the piece with my right hand. A friend of mine commented on my knitting at christmas and told me there was a better way to knit. I didn't know.. I thought it was some kind of magical Hungarian method that I would try to learn when I got the chance.
Except this weekend I looked up 'continental' in my reference books and noticed that her method is what I SHOULD have been doing all these years. See, while I hold the yarn with my left hand, I still throw it over the needle - but that's not the way to do it. If I am working the needle with my right hand, I should holding the yarn tight with my left hand and sort of catching it with my needle as I make the stitch.
So yeah....32 years.
Anyway, I retrained my hands and I suspect it's made me a faster knitter. So all is good in my world.
Also this weekend, I gathered all my yarn and took inventory of all the projects I either have on the go, or have the supplies for. I seriously need to go on a yarn diet.
6 scarf
1 hat
1 sweater
6 dishclothes
1 belt
18 socks3 baby blankets
6 one skein projects
No more yarn for me until I finish all this!
Etiketter: knitting
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More Soprano Rant
Okay, so there's mixed reaction to the Soprano's ending out there and I eagerly read the papers and reviews this morning. Then I thought, and thought, and thought.
I got to say, I'm still maintaining that it was a bad ending. What I have changed my mind on is that it was a 'lazy' ending.
It wasn't a lazying ending, it was an ending without courage. Let's face it, there was only two ways to end the show, with a bang or a fade to black. Either something big happens (Tony dies) or he lives and life goes on as normal. What we got was a bang to black.
As the minutes got closer and closer to the hour mark, I kept expecting the show to fade out with some deep words, as when Pauly comments on how he's there to serve or when Uncle Junior's only comment about past mafia glory is 'That's nice'.
However, the show took us to the family dinner at a very public restaurant, where one assumes it'll be a fade-to-black, life-goes-on kind of ending. But wait, there's a mysterious stranger that keeps looking Tony's way. Maybe this is it. But with only a minute left in the show, even I knew it couldn't just end with Tony being popped like that.
So we see Tony lift his head, Meadow walk in the door and blank. The end.
Write your own ending. Did it go to blank because Tony's life extinguishes? Maybe...but then again, the camera angle up to that point wasn't from Tony's view...but sometimes it was.. mmm. And who's this stranger? Mafia? FBI trailing Tony? Just a fan?
It's all so ambiguous!
And this is where I take exception. It's like the writers were not quite up to make a decision on how to end the series, so they decided to shock us by giving us no ending. They knew it would be talked about, without having to face criticisms on a real ending. I'm sure it can be argued that the 'blank screen' ending is opening themselves up for criticism alone, but I think discussion how 'what really happened' and even the artistic meaning behind the abrupt ending will show override it.
I just keep feeling it was such a nothing ending. Even if they had just faded out as the family is eating, at least there would be a sense of life goes on.
But then again, I used to hate those 'Write Your Own Adventure' books.
Etiketter: television
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Build Your Own Adventures - Sopranos Version
Oh come on....that was just SOOOOOOO freaking lazy!
Etiketter: television
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Does This Happen To You?
Do your family members ever send you shit that makes you wonder if they're just trying to provoke you?
I'm still trying to figure out what point my sister (who never reads my blog) out west was trying to make with this:
RULES FOR ENTERING ALBERTA:
1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.
2. Let's get this straight, it's called a gravel road. I drive a pickup to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.
3. They are pigs, cattle and oil wells. That's what they smell like to you. They smell like money to us. Get over it. Don't like it? The No. 2 goes south and No. 1 oes east and west. Pick one.
4. So, you drive a sixty-thousand dollar car. We're real impressed. We have a quarter-million dollar combine that we drive three weeks a year.
5. So every person in a pickup waves. It's called being friendly. Try to understand the concept.
6. We started hunting and fishing when we were nine years old. Yeah, we saw "Bambi" too. We got over it.
7. If a cell phone rings when ducks are coming in, we shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.
8. Yeah, we eat beef and pork. You want sushi and caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop.
9. The "Opener" refers to the first day of deer season. It's a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.
10. We open doors for women. This applies to everyone regardless of age.
11. No, there's no "Vegetarian Special" on the menu. Order steak. Order it rare. Or, you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the two pounds of ham and turkey.
12. When we set a table there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables and breads. We use three spices - salt, pepper and ketchup.
13. You bring "Coke" into my house it better be brown, wet, served over ice and plenty of it!
14. Yeah, we have golf courses. Don't hit in the water hazards - it spooks the fish.
15. Colleges? Try Olds College. They come outta there with an education and a love for God and country, and they still wave at passing pickup trucks when they come home for the holidays.
16. We have more Air Force and Army than any other Province. So, "Don't Mess with Alberta".
17. Also, remember that Ralph once said, Alberta can make it without Canada, but Canada can't make it without Alberta.Okay, I GET it...you hate Toronto.
Get
in line.
For the record, as much as I'm no fan of Ralph Klein, I've never sent anything even close to this expounding the superiority the east (vs. west) to my friends and family. So, kindly, stop sending this kind of stuff into my inbox...it's just rude.
End of rant.
Etiketter: family, rant
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Cards!
Something is wonky with my camera, so for now, I'll have to show you these beauties via my cellphone camera.
Sue, you can see I ended up using the paper you gave me....
For my best buddy's b-day today.
Insprired (blatanly ripped off) from Sue's design...
And more from the Japanese Paper place paper, with stamping.
(That should be Kanji for 'friendship)
Etiketter: cards
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Oh Sweet Jesus
So I signed up for an online book club and decided to take on the book of the month for June - 'Portrait of a Lady' as book number # 16 in my 50 books in a year thingy.
I went out and shelled out $15 for a copy and sat right down on Saturday to dig into it.
I swear to God this is the most boring book I've read in my life.
A sample.
'He was far from the time when he had found it hard that he should be obliged to give up the idea of distinguishing himself; an idea none the less importunate for being vague and none the less delightful for having had to struggle in the same breast with bursts of inspiring self-criticism.'Yes, I know it's clever prose and I 'got' what he's trying to say. But I'm not to proud to admit that I 'got' it only after reading it three times. Maybe I'm just too dumb for this book, but right now, it's reading like my mortgage.
On top of it, I can't post to the book club board for some reason and I've sent an email to the owner of the board, but he hasn't responded. Maybe he's pissed off at me.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I've put in a call to Mr. Glacia to make two pit stops on his way home - #1 to the
liquor store to get me some Grey Goose Vodka and #2 to the
World's Biggest Bookstore to get me a Joanne Trollope book. I'd ask for some smokes to go with that, but he won't go for that.
On an completely unrelated note - but in the same vein of ranting - where the HELL is my 'Support Our Troops' Canadian Armed Forces water bottle? Give it back to me, house!
Etiketter: books
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