Poor cursed rug…

Okay, I’m sorry.

I probably shouldn’t have bitched and moaned about the accident my little nephew had on my Turkish rug.  And it probably serves me right that it would now come back and bite me in the arse.  🙁  Cos now after lamenting so vociferously about his little accident, I’ve had one of my own… and it probably serves me right.

And no…. before anyone jumps to any conclusions – I did not pee on the rug!  I accidentally spilled some Frozen Coke on it.  🙁   Which is so much worse being all black and full of sugar. 

So I’m going to need to have it cleaned … again.  But I think I’ll wait until after Christmas because if this rug is cursed, as I totally believe it now to be… then there’s no way it can survive BigSal being here (she who is responsible for approx 83.45% of previous spillages on my couch and carpets) for Christmas drinkies.
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Mr. Magorium’s Blunder Emporium

The movie we took Mum to see today was Mr Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. The trailer looked like a lot of fun… kinda like Willy Wonka took over Hamleys or something 🙂  But it was a bit off the mark somehow.

    The movie had a great cast which promised to be good… love Dustin Hoffman ordinarily, and Justin Bateman we adore from his Arrested Development days and well then there’s Natalie  Portman, and well let’s face it… we’ve been totally loving Natalie since she before it was legal to do so after seeing her in Beautiful Girls.  But somewhere they went wrong.  Dustin Hoffman’s character has crazy annoying hair and an even more annoying lisp.  Justin Bateman plays the hard nosed, hard working accountant, affectionately named Mutant, who for no apparent reason and with minimal character development, suddenly becomes human and befriends this odd little kid, Eric who seems to have no purpose in the film other than to reinforce the concept that they’re all a mob of misfits.  And then there’s Natalie Portman’s character who they build up as a creatively blocked musician lacking in confidence and direction… and this seems to go no where!
 

The whole story is about Mr Magorium (Hoffman) handing the toy store over to Molly Maloney (Portman) and the magical toystore is kinda pissed about this and doesn’t settle down until Maloney remembers that she believes in the magic of the Emporium – and therefore herself and her ability to run it – end of plot… fade to black.

Cute thing – a rather sad sock monkey that Angel seemed quite taken with for some reason and couldn’t stop talking about on the way home.  Will have to see if I can find him one somewhere.

Uncute thing – that hideous frock they put the gorgeous Natalie in for the final scenes of the film. The whole way through she was looking young, cute and perky… then they chuck her in a frock that looks like it escaped from it’s previous life as a tablecloth.  Go figure.
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Happy Birthday Dad… where ever you are.

Today was my father’s birthday, or at least it would have been….. now the truth here is that I rarely think about my father now he’s gone, and when I do, I’m momentarily sad about the way in which he died and the fact that my Mum is now on her own, but for the most part his absence doesn’t affect me that much on a day to day basis (which in itself is really sad).  Whereas my Mum is understandably depressed.  All the time.  Still.  She seems okay most of the time, but you barely have to scratch the surface and the tears come rather quickly.  I’ve never been considered overly sentimental in general, but I had fully expected that I should have been more affected by my own father’s death than I actually have been.  :S

Anyway, I’m off topic (as per usual)… in an effort to keep Mum’s mind off the fact that it was Dad’s birthday and to ensure she didn’t spend the day moping around feeling depressed, BigSal and I arranged to take her out to lunch and then dragged her off to a silly movie.  Which seems to have done the trick.  She was a little quiet this morning when I first went round to pick her up, but by tonight she seemed calmer and happier… in part I think because it’s hard to remain maudlin with Angel jumping all over you demanding cuddles and slurping icecream all over the place and doing all sorts of normal hyper six year old things. 

Now just Christmas to navigate…
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Idiocracy

Yesterday afternoon, I had the misfortune to be subjected to a movie called Idiocracy. I thought it was one of the worst movies I have ever suffered through.  While I understand the satirical nature of the film which centres around the dumbing down of Americans.  Personally I think the frequent toilet humour is so vapid and banal that I actually found myself drawn to going to fold laundry in preference to wading through it.  To my dismay after that small task was accomplished, I returned to the living room to find the asinine offering was still running, and I fervently wished for a forgotten root canal appointment or something to present itself to take me away from the utter pedestrian nonsense that was emitting from my television.  In the absence of any such intellect saving invasive dental surgery, I did the next best thing and promptly popped a Valium and attempted to sleep through the remainder of the platitudinous drivel.

Reader’s digest version – I prefer my satirical social commentary with fewer fart jokes.  So, for me,  this movie sucks blue cheese smelling ass, but by all means, see this film if you have the IQ points to spare for I guarantee that you’ll loose a few just by having been in the same room as this absolute crap of a movie.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a film so entirely unappealing, unstimulating, uninspiring and unengaging to me since Dude Where’s My Car (which I have tried to watch several times as many of my friends seem to love it – but always end up abandoning when the aliens appear)  but who knows… perhaps it would improve with less back pain, less Valium and half a bottle of vodka under your belt…..

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