Actually, I was expecting it to be a lot crappier than it was. Keeping in mind that it's pitched at tweenies, I can see why a bunch of 12-year-old girls thought it was The Best Movie Ever. There were a lot of Brooding, Suitably Angsty Angle Shots, plenty of Sweeping Epic Scenery With Hot Boy, some Tortured Love, and Dark Moody Music. The adult characters were appropriately one-dimensional and the female main was suitably helpless and unable to keep her metaphorical dick in her pants around said Brooding Angsty Epically Tortured Hot Boy, who was not only hot but also sensitive. It's a recipe for getting inexperienced female hormones dancing.
Yep, Bella was right up there with the lady in Stardust in terms of loads-of-potential-but-turns-out-to-be-u
So now I want to poke the author in the eye with a stick and remind her(?) that she's responsible for yet another generation of girls deciding they want to be rescued by The Bad Boy They Can't Have. Thanks lady.
(but secretly i quite enjoyed it. it was perv worthy and gave us some good laughs. and as polly pointed out, we had Robin of Sherwood, which was equally cheesy and tortured/brooding)
"Entitlement Received in Part" it says on the Child Support thingy. This is for the period of May. There's still nothing for February, March, April or June, but OMG something! This means that some time next month there might actually be some actual money.
And in addition to this, the next school holidays, it looks like The Kid may actually get to see his Dad. There have been texts, and enough confirmation of dates for me to be able to go and buy his return ticket. Now all that has to happen is for his Dad to get his ticket to fly up.
Those of you who've been reading this blog a while might have some idea how a) amazed and b) relieved I am at this.
Wot I Did On My Weekend:
Wrote a list that started with 'infiltrate govt' and finished with 'eat hot cheese'.
Fed the sheep, patted Fumes.
Chopped wood for my Mum, who now has almost-a-complete-lawn, and sufficient firewood to last out the winter.
Spun fire and danced ass off at Curve psy party. Enjoyed Risto's set particularly. PSYTRANCE! Bout time.
Saw someone set their hair on fire.
Received emails that made me squirm and giggle.
Listened to JetPilot's tasty new mix. Danced in chair.
Went to the beach and wandered around looking at seaglass but not picking it up.
Watched cheesy vampire movie.
Conversed about the possibility of cloning and the potential issues with shared consciousness in clones that are engaged in different tasks at the same time*.
Thanks to thirstygirl and others (is there something in the water?), thought about BDSM porn quite a bit, and came to the conclusion that people write their kink, and while it's possible to read gender politics into it, I think that the power exchange trumps gender politics in consensual individual BDSM games, which makes it really hard to tell whether it's individually empowering or societally disempowering, or neither or both, and thus I'll just keep enjoying the stuff I like and not bothering with the stuff I don't, and not worry too much about whether that woman who likes being a Slave To The Cock is representing me, women or the collective consciousness, or not.
Ate pink bikkies with sprinkles.
A bit of variety there, wot?
* Consider this to be me licking ferrouswheel's brain.