Monday, November 28, 2005
Your French name is ~Nuit~ It means 'night'.
You are a quiet person who enjoys being alone. Unlike Congele, you are accepted, you just like to have time to yourself to think. You especially like the nightime, because looking at the stars makes you think of how small we all are in the world, and how much there is about the universe that we don't and can't know ...
What is your French name?
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Saturday, November 26, 2005
One Spanish woman with a temper, one boring Englishman, and one mysterious Brazilian with a camera. What can happen?
When is a love triangle not merely what is seems? When writer/director Matthew Parkhill brings you into his world in Dot The I.
We begin by meeting Carmen Colazzo (Natalia Verbeke, Jump Tomorrow) and get a peek into her chaotic life. We then meet Barnaby Caspian (James D'Arcy, Exorcist: The Beginning, Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World) her somewhat timid knight in shining armor, who wants to save her from the world. He proposes to Carmen and asks her to stay with him instead of going back to her home (where they allude to problems that might await her).
Even though Carmen and Barnaby have only been together for six months, she accepts his proposal and they begin planning for a wedding. One night, Carmen and her friends go to a restaurant for her bachelorette or "hen-party." At the same time, Kit Winter (Gael García Bernal, The Motorcycle Diaries), Tom (Tom Hardy, Black Hawk Down, Band of Brothers) and Theo (Charlie Cox, The Merchant of Venice, Things to Do Before You're 30) also enter the restaurant, rounding out the peripheral fringe of this motley quintet.
Kit and his friends are told that there has been a mix-up in reservations but they can be seated at the other end of the table where the "hen-party" is taking place. They agree, and Kit and Carmen are at opposite ends of a long, narrow table. The maitre d then whispers to Carmen that there is a French custom that all soon-to-be brides must perform. She must choose one man from the men in the restaurant and share a last kiss with him before she weds.
Carmen scans the restaurant several times, and then whispers to the maitre d, who walks to the other end of the table and tells Kit that Carmen has chosen him. They meet in the middle of the restaurant and share a very passionate, and long, kiss. All eyes are fixated on the couple, and as a waiter drops some silverware, Carmen is jarred back to reality and dashes out of the restaurant with Kit chasing after her. But she is nowhere to be found.
Kit pursues Carmen throughout the movie, finding out where she works and showing up at places she will be. Carmen struggles with the security she feels with her upcoming marriage to Barnaby, a man who offers wealth, security and a stable lifestyle, but no real passion, and also struggles with the sparks she felt when she kissed a total stranger.
But, if you think this is merely a case of a simple love triangle, you couldn't be more wrong. Matthew Parkhill took the term "plot-twist" to a whole different dimension when he wrote this movie. And he peels it away for you, layer by layer, as if he's peeling an onion. If you enjoy a little of the unexpected to keep you guessing, this is a nice rainy afternoon movie to curl up and watch.
* IMDb links to actors, director/writer and movie credits
Review published on Blogcritic.org
Friday, November 18, 2005
My being M.I.A. hasn't really been by choice. I've had some -- to be quite honest -- rather serious health issues over the last week, and found myself in the emergency room hooked up to IVs and heart monitors. I don't feel comfortable getting into the specifics right now but, suffice it to say, it was (and still is) a very scary situation.
I probably won't be posting very much in the days ahead either -- especially with the upcoming holiday . . . hopefully, after the holiday, I can get back to more regular posting . . .
I hope everyone has a nice Thanksgiving!
Friday, November 11, 2005
I'll be making some of these soon . . .
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
There is still a flutter I get in my stomach when I see a box waiting for me when I arrive home. I had an errand to run today, followed by my civic duty of voting in our local election and, when I returned home, there was a decent-sized box leaning against the door between the two garage doors downstairs. I pulled my car into the garage and went back out to retrieve the box. I brought it inside and opened it carefully (okay!, I ripped it open!) . . . and, ooooooh! . . . what a haul!
Inside I found:
Of course, you may see a pattern here . . . black, black, and more black. And, on back-order is a pair of black ballet shoes.
*heavy-sigh* I just love getting a box filled with goodies!!
Friday, November 04, 2005
I don't mean to sound like a spoiled brat . . . really I don't . . . but I'm having a bit of deja vu. Some may remember how I mentioned that I discovered the difference between 'lip-service' and friendship/family loyalty when I broke my ankle in April. When you're literally trapped in your house for three months, unable to even leave the confines of one level of the house, you find our the meaning of 'fair-weather' friends/family.
The same is true when birthdays and holidays roll around . . .
My birthday is this Sunday, whether I want to admit it or not. In today's mail, I received three birthday cards. That may sound all warm-and-fuzzy until I tell you who sent the cards. One was from Aveda (where I purchase all of my haircare products) -- and if I bring the card into my local Aveda shoppe, I'll receive a free $25 gift -- rather nifty, I think! The second was from one of our local jewelers -- with a photograph of a birthday cake and the two jewelers on the front -- inside was a gift certificate for $10.00 off any purchase I make during the month of November -- another nifty gift! And, the third was warm birthday wishes from Larry, my personal AXA Financial Advisor.
At least Larry signed the card himself . . .
What was the last game you purchased? A (second) set of authentic Las Vegas licensed (weighted) poker chips, cards, etc., complete with carrying case. We hosted a Texas Hold'Em tournament recently and realized we needed more cards and chips.
Name something in which you don't believe. I try to be receptive to all things, and don't like to discount things just because I don't understand them or can't explain them. So, at first glance of this question, I couldn't really think of something that I didn't believe in.
If you could choose a television personality to be your boss, who would you pick? Since I get to choose, and it can already be a fictional character, I would choose to morph several fictional characters into one. I would combine Special Agent Jason Gideon, CSI Gil Grissom, Detective Robert Goren and Detective John Munch.
What was a lesson you had to learn the hard way? All men lie.
Describe your idea of the perfect relaxation room. A large indoor waterfall with an area large enough to swim if the urge so struck, with the sound of of falling/splashing water always able to be heard from every corner of the room. There would be a hidden stereo surround-sound system with nature sounds and/or light classical or jazz playing in the background. Ammenities would include a sauna, steam room, jacuzzi hot-tub, 24/7 on-call massage therapist, skylights, retractable ceilings, rainmaker machine, 24/7 on-call organic chef, dimming switches for the lights, a telescope for closer star-gazing, comfortable seating - sofas, chairs, chaises, hammocks, lots of piles of pillows everywhere, a fire-pit and plenty of wood, natural spring water dispenser, fridge stocked with fresh fruits and veggies, lots of green plants scattered all about . . . I'm sure there are lots of other things that would make this room practically perfect, but these things would make it fairly close . . .
Yeah, I can hear the clock ticking . . .
In two more days, I turn another year older . . .
that's the thing about typing -vs- talking . . . you can't hear the *sarcasm* just dripping off of my lips . . .
Can't you tell?
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Maybe Earl Hickey isn't right after all. Maybe the secret to life isn't about karma at all . . .
The meaning of karma in its simplest forms, they say, is "cause-and-effect." If you want to read more, check out Karma.
In Earl's world, he is saying that all of the bad things that happen to him are because of the bad things he has done in the past. So, to rectify the situation, he has made a list and is 'going-back,' if you will, to 'right-the-wrongs' he caused to bring a harmony to his existence. In theory, Earl is following the Hinduism, Sikhism, Buddhism, & Jainism teachings of karma.
Should I climb to the top of some mountain in search of some Yodi-like, ancient little man to ask him what horrible thing I surely must have done to be faced with such a situation that I find myself in at the moment? If there is a 'cause-and-effect' conversion table, I can't imagine what would be in the cause column to rank up there to equal this effect.
First best friend: Carole
First kiss: Michael
First piercing/tattoo: Ears - 1st @ 16, 2nd @ 19, 3rd single @ 25
First big trip: To Atlantis/Nassau, Bahamas
First flight: To Atlantis/Nassau, Bahamas
First time Skiing/Snowboarding: Never
First concert: Too long ago, too many concerts along the way to remember
First Alcoholic Drink: Beer - Yuck, Nasty! (I discovered I'm not a beer kinda gal)
First ticket violation: Speeding - got the ticket fixed
First job: One of Chattanooga's exclusive department stores
First date: Scott
Last car ride: Tuesday to the grocer
Last time you cried: Tuesday
Last movie watched: Audrey Rose (today)
Last food you ate: Organic Grapes
Last love: ****
Last temptation: Soda
Last item bought: Leather pants & jacket (ordered, along with several other items)
Last annoyance: catching someone in a lie
Last alcoholic drink: "Kiwis and Cream"
Last Concert: Damage Plan three weeks before Dimebag Darrell's death
Last phone call: TruGreen Chemlawn
Last time at the mall: Last Wednesday
Current Best Friend: Vic
Current Car: Saab 9 3 Turbo convertible
Current drink: Water, water and more water
Current annoyance: The same as my 'last' annoyance
Current mood: I don't think there is a word to describe it . . .
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Kitty,your signature city is New Orleans. (wouldn't ya know my "signature-city" would be one that disappeared under water??? I'm surprised it didn't say mine wasn't "Atlantis" or some such, but I digress ...)
You've got a "big easy" way about you and an infectious energy that's impossible to ignore. No wonder people love being around you. Like your signature city, you've got a finger on the pulse of just about anything -- from music, to history, to food, to culture.
You welcome new ideas like New Orleans welcomes all walks of life. You know how to have a good time as well as mix and mingle with new people. After all, what good are a great meal and an even better band if you're living in your own little world? But being the people-person that you are, you probably can't wait to share the good times and stories with friends and family who'd love to be there walking down Bourbon Street, cruising the French Quarter, or drinking a tall, cool beverage at a street-side cafe.
Whether you love the energy, nightlife, or skylines, everyone's got a signature city.
Let Tickle help you find out which city fits you best! Tests @ Tickle
Kitty, if you were on a soap opera, you'd be a Mischievous Vixen
Hubba hubba, hot stuff. You're a sexy and sultry lady who isn't afraid to strut her stuff -- and maybe even use those female wiles to get what you want. A huge rock on your ring finger? A fancy car? A fur coat? Diamonds are a girl's best friend. And all the men in town probably have a hard time saying no to you. It is the soaps after all!
That's not to say that you don't also have plenty of brains -- heaven help those poor souls who forget you do. You just can't help it that you're so attractive and alluring. And you shouldn't have to -- hot stuff!
Tests @ Tickle
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