Author: Kris

  • Movie Roundup

    Yesterday was like a festival: the Festival of Sitting on my Butt and Knitting and Watching Movies. I decided to ignore Ebert’s warning and check out Superman Returns for myself, so the Snook and I headed over there early in the morning. I found it surprisingly entertaining. I absolutely LOVED the opening credits: the soaring John Williams score, the so-retro-it-hurt vector graphics for the text, the crazy whooshing planets. I was bouncing in my seat like a two-year-old throughout the whole shuttle adventure, which is pretty much the highest “rock ’em, sock ’em” compliment I can pay to an action sequence. Then suddenly during the middle third, when Superman was flying Lois over the city, I suddenly went, “I’m bored.” I just found the whole love sequence really slow and turgid and boring. I perked up a big during the big finale though. Overall I’d give it a 7.5 out of 10. In terms of the casting, I thought Brandon Routh did a great job with a really thankless task. Superman’s supposed to be wooden; he’s an alien! I didn’t mind him at all. I really disliked Kate Bosworth though. I just didn’t warm up to her Lois at all, and I didn’t buy her as a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist either. (Actually, both she and Supes just looked too young altogether.) We had a lot of fun poking each other whenever there were recognizable Sydney landmarks: the fountain in Martin Place (where Parker Posey’s runaway car eventually stops), the street in front of the Menzies Hotel at Wynyard (where I photographed the filming, and where the crowd stood in front of the Metropolis Hospital at the end). Sadly, my friend Raelee’s part was edited down to a blink-and-you-miss it shot in the hospital melee, but if you see the person in scrubs with curly red hair, that’s her! She’s in the credits too. Miss Fee, on the other hand, despite doing an excellent job in helping with the design of Perry White’s office, did not make it into the credits. But we cheered them both nonetheless. (Some spoilerish questions down below…)

    In the afternoon, I decided to clear some space on the TiFaux and ended up watching Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. I enjoyed it a LOT more than I thought I would. The portrayal of life at sea was fascinating, and the battle action was fairly straightforward and easy to understand. I also really enjoyed the scenes at the Galapagos. While I correctly anticipated nearly every plot “surprise,” I still found it engaging. Definitely recommended, especially if you’re the type (like me) who wouldn’t normally go in for a sea adventure.

    And lastly… my guilty pleasure of the week: High School Musical. What can I say? I’m a sucker for big group dance numbers that take place in a cafeteria.

    Superman Questions:
    Okay, where does this movie fall in the series? My understanding was that it happens five years “after” Superman II, effectively erasing III and IV from existence. Right? So that explains how Lois managed to carry Superman’s kid without getting killed. (I kept hearing Jason Lee from Clerks in my head whenever the kid was referenced.) It was from that time when he made himself mortal and then they got bizzay on the big silver beanbag in the Fortress of Solitude, right? And then at the end, he gave her the kiss of amnesia… and presumably that’s when he took off for Krypton. So unless Lois is some sort of idiot, how does she think she got pregnant? Does Richard know it’s not his kid?

    I realize that there may not be answers for this stuff, so feel free to speculate!

  • Bye Bye Big Brother

    I used to be a fan of Big Brother, but I haven’t watched any of this year’s series beyond the premiere… which I only watched to reassure myself that the new crop of housemates were the most tacky, superficial, sociopathic fame whores yet. Looks like it was a good decision. That? Is ridiculous. Pull that crap off the air. It’s a train wreck. Big Brother has become a mirror showing only the worst of society.

  • Happy Birthday, Mom!

    Happy Birthday, Mom! I hope it was a nice one for you.

  • Colour Knitting

    Thanks to Donna, Sharon, Carole, Ashling, and Mel for being such great students today. I taught my second-ever Colour Knitting Class and it was my best teaching experience yet. I think the big difference was that my students all had the prerequisites down; I could just say “cast on twenty stitches” and not have to worry about some beginner who couldn’t tell her knit from her purl. I think the pacing was good and everybody felt like they learned a new skill. I’ve got one more class coming up this semester – Socks on Two Circulars – which I’m really looking forward to. (Incidentally, spots are still available if you’re interested!)

  • Test Results

    Test Results:
    POSITIVE – My application for citizenship has been formally approved! Now I just have to wait until they schedule me for a ceremony. Keep your calendars free for the big “Kris Becomes A Right Aussie Sheila” Party!

    NEGATIVE – I am not, repeat, not pregnant. Officially. I’ve had an upset stomach for the past month and my insane preggers sister managed to plant a seed of paranoia in my brain, such that I actually broke down and took the test just to reassure myself. Hooray! I just have an ulcer. Bring on the beer and wine.

  • Sunshine Through the Clouds

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    There’s nothing like struggling to the end of a stressful week and finding these on your desk. I forget how lucky I am sometimes. I couldn’t ask for a better partner and friend. Thanks, Snookums.

  • Friday Annoyances

    I’m always torn when I get the impulse to post more tales of Retail Horror. I know I must sound like a broken record to some of you, but others have told me they find these Anecdotes of Hell really funny. And God knows, it helps to get them off my chest. So here we go…

    • My name is Kris. I have one (otherwise very nice) old lady who’s made repeated Internet orders and phones me up regularly, and she keeps calling me “Chrissy.” I have never been “Chrissy” (or even “Krissy”) in my life. I know she probably means it in an endearing “Grandma” sort of way, but every time she says it my teeth (and more) clench. HATE IT.
    • Do me a favor. Go to the shop website. Do you see any text or mentions of our Annual Sale? You shouldn’t, because I took all that down on Monday. But I’ve nevertheless had a couple idiots turn up and say that the website said the Sale was still on. And then I have to teach them how to hit Control-R to Refresh.
    • A woman rang up yesterday wanting to buy some wool for her mother to knit squares for Wraps with Love. As she was too busy and important to come into the shop, she wanted me to pick out all the colours (which I hate doing, because they invariably don’t like them). And then she asked the kicker: “What colours are in for it this season?” Ahhh, you mean the hott colours for knitting blankets for the homeless? Pink and teal. Definitely.
    • I was talking about novelty wools with a lady in the shop today, and she was saying how much her granddaughter likes the fluffy and shiny ones, “because she’s a Downy.” A DOWNY. I nearly choked.

    Whew. Now I feel better.

  • Ebert pans Supes

    Ebert pans Superman Returns. Huh. That would probably be enough for me to pass on seeing it, if I didn’t know two people involved in the production…

  • Non-Photography Day

    July 17 is apparently Non-Photography Day. Maybe the photobloggers will have a non-meetup? 🙂

  • What is Web 2.0?

    This one’s for the Snook: What is Web 2.0?

    • Web 2.0 is made of 600 million unwanted opinions in realtime
    • Web 2.0 is the air for the next bubble
    • Web 2.0 is made of a collaborator trick to create a hive mind for the Borg Queen’s ascendancy
    • Web 2.0 is these marvellous new clothes that only the emergent can see
    • Web 2.0 is the vapourware output of people moving forward in pushing back the envelope of the corporate paradigm (to the sound of whalesong)

    My favourite bit of the article is the the results of a poll that asked whether “Web 2.0” was a “good thing” or a “swindle.” Best. Pie Chart. Ever.