A Little Bit of This
There is something that has been brought to my attention that needs to be rectified. I almost gasped in horror when I realized it. In fact – I do believe I did gasp!
It seems that Lea of ClosetWriter, the one who has been holding the best kissing scenes poll, has not seen the (almost a lock) potential winner!!
Yes Crusaders – she has not seen North and South!!
I find it hard to believe myself. And not only has she not seen it, neither have two other bloggers who have romance blogs, Cecile and Kara. The most romantic four hour movie evah and they haven’t seen it. This situation must not be allowed to continue! How can Lea fully appreciate the (almost a lock) potential winner without ever having seen the lead-up to the Most Wonderful Kiss, without knowing what John and Margaret have gone through; without feeling his heartbreak?
How can she make it a proper and fair vote without coming to know that the John Thornton we meet at the beginning isn’t really a true representation of who he really is – a caring and ‘passionate’ business man, a man who is confident in his business affairs yet so unsure that a young woman of a higher class can actually love him?
And you can see why one tears up when Margaret’s father explains John Thornton’s tragic history. You need to see the ™ by Carrie 'Fist of Doom'. And the costume drama of it all, the score, the cinematography, they all must be watched and savoured.
Lea, Cecile, Kara and any other romance bloggers who haven’t seen this, I implore – nay – I beseech – that you find some way, some opportunity to set at least four hours aside to watch this. I say at least four because there is every likelihood that seeing it once just won’t be enough! So many of The Crusaders rented this but then went on to purchase a copy of their own. There was even one Crusader who had her DVD break down once it played North and South – refusing to play any other movie.
Please – for the love of all things romance – ease my mind and my heart and my romance loving soul – watch this and let us know how much it affects you. Stand proudly and become part of The Crusaders! Join US
And a little bit of that
Well, I have my kitten. She is adorable, full of kitten fur and a delight – with reservations. She purrs like a machine. I have given her the name de plume Calliope, The Calico Cat to go along with Zina The Princess Nota Warrior Cat. She is mostly black with orange highlights and a white ruff. When I figure out how to download pictures with the new camera (and when I find the cords and stuff I need to do this) I shall post pictures.
However – and I am not used to this – she is a counter kitten. She loves to jump up on the counters. Lisa, my middle sister will think this hilarious as I laughed at her counter cat Willis and her inability to break Willis of this habit. And of course I can’t mention her adorability without mentioning the leather chair she has already scratched the hell out of one of my *sob* new leather kitchen chairs.
Zina lives up to her name in Nota Warrior Cat and seems to be almost afraid of this little kitten half her size. I thought Zina might have her nose out of joint about getting a little sister – but she seems more puzzled, bordering on terrified of her new little sister.
And in honour of the newest addition, here is something I find hilarious!!
WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary..
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that
my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what
this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly
released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with
the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe. For now.................