I lost my heart to Simon Pegg at Area 51

Couresty of Wikipedia

So here’s a bit of fun, I’ll even brave posting a photo I have borrowed from Wikipedia to share the fun with you all.  Leif and I just watched the movie Paul, written by Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, and it was riotous good fun.  So many movies transplant Americans into Great Britain and have us going all goo-goo ga-ga for the rose colored view of all things British.  However, Paul takes the opposite view and transports two loveable Sci-Fi geeks into the southwest on a tour of comic cons and alien encounter sites.  And, of course, along the way they meet Paul.  As in their other joint efforts Pegg plays the “heartthrob” and is a thoroughly loveable geek who gets the girl in the end.  Oh, and for those of you who favor Frost, he gets his Ewok as well.  Replete with government conspiracy, hard core shot gun ‘n’ bible toting creationists, romance, and a three breasted alien, Paul won’t disappoint those who love the comic genius and lovable goofiness of Pegg and Frost.  The Jones family gives it a hearty two thumbs up!

Yet another disadvantage to getting the short end of the plumbing stick, evolutionarily speaking

Last night while looking at a television program, Mother Nature called to impose an urgent duty upon me.  I hauled my warm comfy bum out from under the down comforter we keep on the sofa and padded across the basement to the toilet.  Side effects of living with a man caused the need to lower the seat, and in the process the lid fell down and landed on the cuticle of my thumb with what felt like the force of a jackhammer.  So, I hollered and cussed and whimpered.

From the living room comes:  “Aw come on Janie, the seat isn’t that cold.”

The fact that it was is rather besides the point.  After finishing my duty to Mother Nature, I returned to the sofa where I explained with as much faux dignity that I could muster that he could poke fun all he wanted but my finger got smashed and pinched and it hurt.

And, it never would have happened if those who could pee standing up would kindly remember to put the seat back down when they were done.  The logical rebuttal to that would likely have been, well be sure to be born with the proper equipment for peeing standing up.  Sensibly though, the converstation didn’t take that turn.  Instead Leif acted suitably sympathetic, we re-adjusted the comforter, filled our mouths with ice cream sandwiches and resumed the DVD; domestic felicity maintained.

This morning, however, there is a faint blood blister on the edge of my cuticle.  Who’d have thought there was the possibility of maiming due to fingers being crushed between toilet seat and lid?  Beware the dangers of toilet seats.  It was very traumatic, but I think I can avoid the need to steal toilet seats and build a shrine in a tree (need I point out, I didn’t think of that last bit, it is a reference to Dead Like Me).

Ain’t got no more Bones. Well, perhaps it’s a good thing.

It’s been a long time since I discussed my movie and TV show watching.

BTW, I did finally buy a Roku.  I didn’t really write more about it because at first we were rather disappointed with it.  But after about a month or two of fidgeting with settings and exasperated calls to the customer service line, we at last got it running pretty smoothly.  Enough that we’ve been engrossed in Netflix instant play almost every night after the spud goes to bed.

OMG!!!!!!

Image from Fox Broadcasting Company, Bones website

Last night we just watched the last episode of season 6 of Bones on Netflix.

First,  I love that show.  It’s one of the best TV series I’ve seen in a long time.  I like it better than House, Gilmore Girls, way better than Heroes, almost as well as the first 4 seasons of Babylon 5, and dare I say, possibly even better than Firefly.  Well, now, just wait, before I get pelted with virtual rotten tomatoes for even intimating something might be better than Firefly, comparing Firefly and Bones is kinda like comparing apples and oranges.  They are each the bomb in their own genre.

Second, talk about going out with a bang!  Leif and I sat there shocked and arguing whether they’d pursue this story twist in a future season, and would there even be a future season.  I mean, usually this kind of thing turns out to be a dream sequence or a series finale stunt.

Third, I am so sad there’s no more to watch on instant play.  Probably that’s good, because now that the holiday break is over, I don’t really have the freedom to watch a half dozen episodes each night after the spud goes to bed.  I mean, I do have studying to do.

But, I might just explode not knowing what’s going to happen.  Netflix and instant play has totally spoiled me.  I don’t know how we used to wait through the whole summer for the next season of a favorite show.

Ahhh!!!  Suspense!!!!

Well, if you haven’t seen Bones, I won’t ruin it for you.  You really should check it out, I definitely think it’s worth it.  And, I’ve just spent the last hour on the Fox Channel website discovering they do indeed have a 7th season in progress on regular TV, so eventually I’ll be able to see my favorite show resume.  And- bonus!- until 7th season becomes available on Netflix, you can read the synopses of the episodes that have already aired, as well as watch video highlights here, so I won’t totally have to go cold turkey on Booth and Brennan.  I could spend all day watching clips and reading plots.

Sigh, but I’ll be a good girl and apply myself to those expensive text books.  They are still fascinating in their own right, but seriously, Booth and Brennan, are they really going to get together?!?  They are way better than House and Cuddy, but what will an acknowledged relationship do to the show?  Look how House ended up.  Then again, House was an inveterate ass. Perhaps there’s hope. Things worked out well with Sheridan and Delenn. But, that’ wasn’t until the series was basically over.

Wait.  I was going to be a good girl and hit the books.

The F Word

For you Gordon Ramsay fans, you probably know that he professes this show’s infamous F word to mean Food.

Well, I’ve just gotten the first disc and I can’t say the F word means fabulous. Just my opinion, but I won’t be ordering the other 3 seasons.

And, what is his obsession with getting undressed in front of the camera?

Any fans of Roku out there?

I’m thinking of getting a devoted device to stream Netflix.

We don’t have a lot of room to bring our nicer newer computers into our TV room and I’m tired of using my old tiny netbook which is slow and constantly having buffering issues.

So I’ve been reading today about the various streaming devices and I’ve decided:

1. I mostly want something just for Netflix. I do however like to have my options open to try new services in the future.
2. I don’t want to pay an additional fee for a streaming service such as TiVo and I don’t have cable so DVR is not an important feature to me anyway.
3. I don’t want to have the same buffering problems and slow service I’m currently having, and I have seen very mixed reviews for other low cost streaming devices such as the Sony SMPN100.
4. I don’t want to pay much upwards of $100 if I can possibly avoid it.

The Roku 2 series appears to have some nice options for music, games and other video services, has generally good reviews, appears to be a leader in Netflix streaming devices, appears to be small and conveniently sized and is in the right price range. Has anyone out there any advice? Ever used? Would you recommend or not?

The case of the missing adjective

It may reassure some of you to know that while adjectives have gone missing, movie ratings are as meaningless and inane as ever.

Tonight’s family night included the viewing of Flushed Away, rated PG for crude humor and some language.

Some language? I sincerely hope there’s some language. If I wanted a silent movie I’d have rented Charlie Chaplin. I also hope that some language includes English. Momma, says the spud, the Frog speaks French. Or at least English subtitles.

Seriously, now. They tell us there’s crude humor, they could have just said some humor, but they remembered to properly place their adjective to tell us what kind of humor. If they could be bothered to tell us about the humor, why couldn’t they be bothered to define the language? I guess that the committee that comes up with movie ratings missed School House Rock entirely as children:

We watched a movie about some rats.
The rats were kind of dingbats.
They flushed themselves down the loo.
They lived down in the stinky sewer with poo.
They used some dirty words.
They used some baudy words.
They implied body functions considered gross.
They did so in a way quite verbose.
At times their body language was provocative.
Their verbal language filled with explicatives.
In short they used language with adjectives.

[Slug, spoken] Woah, that was one movie filled with language!

[Roddy, spoken] You can use adjectives to describe the kind of language used. It was dirty, baudy, verbose, provocative, verbal or body. These are adjectives that tell us how or what kind.

Next time you rate a movie
Don’t be a lame, doltish boobie
Make your criteria have meaning
Describe what you are feeling
And you can do it with adjectives.

Click here to Unpack Your Adjectives