I spent the weekend like this:
Note the nesting behavior going on. I've moved my Ott lite and computer over to easy reach from the chair, and the cat has gotten in on the act by lounging on me at every opportunity. In fact, she prefers laying on my lap with her face in my boob. We finally got a picture of it.
You can see I knit on the Steeked Jacket. I'm a woman obsessed. I want it done, now that the sleeves are attatched. I usually get this way at this stage of a seamless knit and there's just the yoke left.
The Baby spent her weekend like this:
Which is to say, face down in her toy boxes. (Yes, plural toy boxes. Every time I turn around, the toys have multiplied.)
So there's not a lot to report around here, though we watched a few movies I have to comment on.
First up, Smokin' Aces. I know why it didn't do too well at the theater - it's not the movie they billed it to be. According to the ads it's supposed to be a hilarious shoot-em-up (which is why I wanted to see it), and it turned out to be a fairly legitimate movie. The basic plot is pretty standard - a Las Vegas showman is going to testify against a mobster, and said mobster puts out a million dollar hit on the showman. The movie is about all the people trying to kill the guy, including a lesbian hit team, three phsychotic brothers, several scary lone hitmen, a bounty hunter, and the FBI. (Well, the bounty hunter and the Feds want him alive, but no one else does.) The movie takes place in a 24 hour period and is amazingly layered with multiple story lines intersecting and branching off and actual character development. So it's a pretty good movie with some great twists and a strange yet satisfying ending (the mobster does get dead - who kills him is the twister). Just not the brainless shoot-em-up I was looking for. Oh, and it's really gory violent, FYI. There are chainsaws involved. And fifty-cal rifles.
And then last night we watched Casino Royale, the latest Bond flick. We take Bond movies seriously in this house, and the husbeast sumed it up best about fifteen minutes into the movie: "What the fuck is this?" Because it's a halfway decent movie (if predictable), but it sure as hell isn't a James Bond movie. Supposedly it's a prequel to the whole series; we see Bond's first kill, the origin of his martini, the first delivery of "Bond, James Bond", etc etc. But the whole thing takes itself WAY too seriously. No kooky bad guys, no freaky gadgets, no Q. NO Q. So if you want a run-of-the-mill suspense movie, it's not bad. But it isn't Bond, James Bond. (And Daniel Craig, while smoking hot, does not have the style of Pierce Brosnan. I don't care how much Brosnan wanted to make another movie, they should have paid him and given him the real script he kept asking for.)
Now I'm gonna go knit again, and try to find a real movie to watch.