Let me start with the movie. The Hobbit. I’ve read the book. A few times. I’m gonna have to read it again, because I can’t see where they got almost 3 hours worth of stuff from, and still not be done with it!
I love LOTR. Read the book a few times, read the hobbit for the first time almost 20 years ago. Am I right in saying the Goblin cleaver and Sting was not found in an troll hole, but a burrow? Of long dead and buried soldiers? I can’t remember the Brown wizard ever meeting with Gandalf, I think he sent a message with some or other animal. I can’t remember – will have to read the book again to make sure. And I also think how Bilbo came across Gollum was not quite as it was portrayed in the movie.
But so long? How long can they drag this quest? The book was a tenth of the LOTR trilogy. A little thing Tolkien wrote to probably pass the time. From whence LOTR probably flowed. I thought it would be over in one movie. Seems I was mistaken. Now for yet another money making effort from those people, more special effect because the actors are getting on in years, Gandalf being one of them. LOVED the Dwarf King though – now that’s a man I can see myself taking home ;-). No matter that he’s a short shit – they’re all the same length lying down 🙂
In closing. I liked the movie. The 3 D thing had me duck a few times. Bilbo was very believable. Gollem’s split personality was portrayed masterfully by his facial expressions. The Pale Orc was evil personified – a villian you would like to see ripped to pieces. The only thing I could really find wrong with it was that it was way too long. I get antsy after having to sit still for more than 2 hours at a time. But I will go and see the inevitable sequel.
Then the aftermath. Stood talking to sister for a while after the movie, and when I got back to my car, one of the trolley guys told me my front tyre was a bit flat. So, out I get in the rain, opened the boot, got the spare wheel and stuff. I’m a cynical bastard – 2 guys offered to help. I kept on saying no, it’s allright. I can’t pay you for the help. They insisted that it was not necessary to pay them, so I let them get on with it. Black guys. All the white guys safe with their families in their cars. Spare is also flat. Put the original tyre back on again, and hied myself off to the garage to have it pumped. Hair soaking wet by that time, but it’s just hair, I’m on my way home. So, tomorrow, when the one kid is here, I will jack up the car and test the tyre – to see if it’s a slow puncture and what, if anything, I can do to fix it. there goes my vision of having my teeth fixed at the end of this month. Car is more important than tyres. FML.
On getting home, I asked the Porra how his visit with his kids went. He went to Newcastle to speak to them. The youngest still won’t talk to him, but he’s spoken to the eldest. Turns out his brats are quite mercenary – apparently the ex told them that they will have to get rid of DSTV and the internet, that they will not get their mobile upgrades because there’s no money and that dad has not paid their allowances. Allrighty then. So I said to him that they were mercenary little buggers. Maybe not the best thing to say, but it’s nothing if not the truth! If these kids only know how easy they’ve got it!! I suppose the latest round of rugrats are being brought up quite differently from me and my own rugrats, but really. My kids managed very well without any of those things when they were growing up. No internet. No DSTV. No cellphones, unless it was somebody else’s cast offs. Allowances? Don’t be silly!! They had food to eat, and clothes to wear. And mom that loved them. More than that, no kid really needs. So. Am I wrong in thinking that those kids already see dad as a wallet? That, if they get so upset at losing a few privileges, there might still be some tree bending to be done? The Porra’s problem though. Would like to see what the little tykes will do should dad lose his very lucrative job. Then they’lll really be up shit creek without a paddle. Thank Heavens I’m out of that though.
And thank Heavens my kids are big. I don’t have to deal with this kind of stuff anymore. I’ve done my job as best I could and it’s over now. Of course I made mistakes – who does not? They’re not perfect by any means. But I’m not ashamed of their values and morals, and their ability to make ends meet. And that’s all any parent can ask for.
And since it’s Saturday, and I once again don’t have anything or anybody to do tonight, I’ll be getting into a hot bath in the company of Eleanor Moore, cool tunes and a sizzling book!
Enjoy your Saturday evening peeps!