Ivy N' Jovie

I've been watching The Village quite a bit recently. It's on something like Encore and I keep coming across it. In fact, I'm watching it as I'm writing this now.

Gee... I wonder why I keep watching...?





Oh, and I just saw Elf tonight, too. Had never seen it before, and I had been meaning to see it for a while. Just never got around to it. Cute. Fairly funny. I'll need to see it again around the holidays to give me a better feel. Oh, and what else did it have going for it?

Hmmm...? What could it have been...?





Just so you know, I'm not really watching just for the women.

Elf was Will Ferrell's big movie and everyone seemed to really like it. I figured I owed it to myself and my DVR had the space.

And The Village was decent up til the guy gets stabbed. I like the interaction between the characters and it's shot in a way I find very satisfying.



Anyway,

I've been pretty busy lately, so the blog has fallen off to the side a bit. I don't even think I posted on Talk Like a Pirate Day! But I've had some thoughts and I'm sure a few will make they're way here soon enough.

Ooh! Gotta go! Ivy's talking to Lucius on the porch and they're about to come to their understanding.

Geez, I love the spunky girls!

We Hardly Knew Ye

Steve Irwin.

I hope you're coping with his sudden and surprisingly shocking loss over the weekend. I find it odd that people are as moved as they are by his loss, and yet it seems perfectly natural. The guy was a phenomenon, whose combination of boyish enthusiasm and pure manley ballsiness made him instantly likeable. That and his trademark "Croikey!"

I know, the guy was filming a movie on animals in the ocean that could kill you, and, y'know, irony and all, but still.

Now I'm hearing that not only was he was speared through the chest, but that the bastard manged to pull the dang spear out in the moments before the deadly ray’s venom made it’s way to his heart.

The man was a badass.

A Fosters and a tip of my safari hat to The Crocodile Hunter.