catsback (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} catsback) wrote,@ 2008-03-19 00:33:00 |
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Film boy
For what it's worth, here's what I thought of Norah Jones in My Blueberry Nights:
http://www.ross-shirejournal.co.uk/n
I hadn't realised how pretty she is before. Natalie Portman (who also features) could act the socks off her - but I doubt she can sing like her, too.
It's been a sort of on-standby start to a two-week holiday because the old crocks at work have been falling apart on me the moment I walked out the door. So it's fingers crossed over Agnes' toe, John's back and Lynne's patience.
An emergency shopping trip to Tesco (emergency as in nothing in the fridge) left me pretty awestruck by the number of chocolate Easter eggs to be found there. They are EVERYWHERE - it's somewhat sinister and rather repellent. But I'll admit to a huge surge of parental pride when I collected my daughter from nursery and saw her carrying one. She'd been given it as a prize for her kick ass Easter collage, which I have to say was pretty impressive. I love watching her wandering off and getting to work on her little creations, figuring uses for discarded bits and bobs I'd never dream about, far less execute.
To The Gruffalo with four small children; an hour in a park thereafter and supervision of trampoline action and ice cream eating later. That a 159-minute film (There Will Be Blood) to finish the day. That's more tiring - though sadly lacks the impact - of a three-mile run. In short, I'm pooped.
For what it's worth, here's what I thought of Norah Jones in My Blueberry Nights:
http://www.ross-shirejournal.co.uk/n
I hadn't realised how pretty she is before. Natalie Portman (who also features) could act the socks off her - but I doubt she can sing like her, too.
It's been a sort of on-standby start to a two-week holiday because the old crocks at work have been falling apart on me the moment I walked out the door. So it's fingers crossed over Agnes' toe, John's back and Lynne's patience.
An emergency shopping trip to Tesco (emergency as in nothing in the fridge) left me pretty awestruck by the number of chocolate Easter eggs to be found there. They are EVERYWHERE - it's somewhat sinister and rather repellent. But I'll admit to a huge surge of parental pride when I collected my daughter from nursery and saw her carrying one. She'd been given it as a prize for her kick ass Easter collage, which I have to say was pretty impressive. I love watching her wandering off and getting to work on her little creations, figuring uses for discarded bits and bobs I'd never dream about, far less execute.
To The Gruffalo with four small children; an hour in a park thereafter and supervision of trampoline action and ice cream eating later. That a 159-minute film (There Will Be Blood) to finish the day. That's more tiring - though sadly lacks the impact - of a three-mile run. In short, I'm pooped.
