dragons again

This time with a hmph! The cave was down for a bit, and now that it's back up- I've lost two eggs. They're just gone from my scroll. This is irritating. I did manage to snag two of what I lost though... so I suppose I can't be too grumpy.

Movie Review

Last night the husband and I watched Låt den rätte komma in (Or "Let The Right One In"), it's a Swedish vampire movie.

Yeah, Swedish vampire movie. The premise: Young Oskar, 12 years old, is bullied at school. When we see him in the opening sequence- he's standing in his room in his underwear directing something we can't see to 'Squeal like a pig.' At which point I decide that someone should have prevented him from watching Deliverance. I would also like to point out that Kåre Hedebrant, the actor playing Oskar, is the whitist person I think I've ever seen. He makes the vampire, who we later see, look tan.

Back to the story, he's threatening something that's not there, and then we see a taxi dropping off a man and a young girl. Oskar meets the girl a few nights later- though she tells him that they can't be friends. So of course they do, and we learn her name is Eli. We also get to see just how bullied he is at school.

This was rather different than usual vampire fare. It wasn't nearly as fast paced as I am used to, which was neat. What got me was how cold it looked in Sweden- because it does take place in the winter. Scenes with the very white Oskar outside, jacket unzipped, no gloves, and his nose is quite red from the cold. Especially when there's a radio, or tv I forget which, that mentions that it's only going to be a few degrees below zero on the coast.


( Spoilers this way be )

All in all, hubby and I both really liked it.

Golf News...

My dearest, darlingest husband likes golf. I know, I know. But I did rather know this before we got married. He even inherited my dad's old clubs, mostly because mom wanted them out of the basement...

Anyhow, he's gone a leeetle bit golf crazy this year. Anytime he can be he's either out at the range, or at one of the local public courses (no country club for him, thank goodness- we're just not that kind of money). He even got new irons, and a couple clubs made specifically for him. (which apparently wasn't strictly necessary as he's pretty much the standard height and wrist to floor length they design clubs by. Why do I know this? *shakes head*)r

I tell you this to tell you that this past weekend he was listening to the end of the British Open online. This Open was a pretty big deal because A- Tiger Woods didn't make the cut for the final round. I know! Tiger didn't make the cut. We were shocked. Then the other thing was this guy Tom Watson, who at 59 stood to be the oldest winner. Pretty neat, thought I.

I actually got caught up in the listening to GOLF! Tom Watson came down to the last hole, in a position to win! Very exciting. Then he didn't, but he tied with someone else! This meant a golf-off (okay, that's not what they called it). Watson and Cink had to play four holes, and the winner would be the champ. At this point the announcers kept repeating that both players were American, and how everyone would be rooting for Watson to win because it was such a Cinderella story.

Honestly, I think it was the announcers' fault that I got so involved. At one point in the golf-off I had to walk away, I just couldn't take the intensity. I know! Intensity about GOLF! Poor Watson just fell apart. It was awful to hear. At one point he hit a ball into the crowds. Cink just played a great four holes.

What amuses me is how wrapped up in it I got. I really do blame the announcers, they got so excited, and so eager at every stroke. So yeah, I got all excited, and then bummed over GOLF!

Think there's any hope of my recovery?