movie:Baggage Claim
starring: Paula Patton, Derek Luke
genre: Romance, Comedy
year: 2013
format: Shaw Video On Demand
plot: A thirty-something unmarried woman, has just been told her much younger sister is about to get married, and she's been asked to be a bridesmaid. In a moment of total panic, she lets two of her friends talk her into re-dating all her ex-boyfriends who are single, in under a month in hopes of finding a husband herself. Meanwhile, the right guy is closer to her then she thinks.
Based on the book of the same name.
It's a girl freaks out about how bad her family makes her feel (familiar with that) and sets herself up for total destruction (yeah, been there done that) and then ends up with the neighbour who's been in love with her for years. (that's never been an issue) In other words, it's a typical romantic comedy. There isn't anything new in this at all. It works, but that's because it's a mix of cliched moments from other romantic comedies.
It's a nice collection of really horrible dates and worse men.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
The Nosferatu Adventures S4 p21
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 123, chapter 123
Reuben dropped the ropes he was using to drag the two bears as he made it to the camp. The werewolf was still breathing heavy, his hair now plastered to his shoulders from sweat. "Where's the Seer?"
"He needed to go feed his sidhe side, why?" our heroine said, getting up from her spot against a tree.
"Did he get the locator spell done?" Reuben asked as he started to pace a bit, obviously still pumped from the hunt.
"The basic didn't work, but it drained him. Hence the need to feed." The male grabbed the nearest large branch of the tree, using it for a round of chin ups. Landing firmly on his feet, he flicked his hair out of his face, stalking towards her. Glaring at her from under his lashes, the werewolf smiled. "You good?" she asked.
"After the lack of hunting we faced for all that time in the hall of doors, I really needed this." he gestured to the dead bears, as he planted his right arm against the tree, sniffing her. "Adrenaline's still hot." he rocked towards her, his eyes at half mast.
"Hard not to notice from the angle I was sitting." our heroine remarked. "Something tells me you're considering asking for an invitation." The male said nothing just sniffed again rubbing his other hand over his beard twice, making a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.
"We're alone. No one's watching. And like I said, the blood's still pumping from the hunt. Energy to burn." Reuben bent his nose to her collar bone, nuzzling her. "I know since day one, you've thought about it." He winked. " You haven't exactly been subtle or shy about liking me." he licked her neck. "And when I made you my mate, I wasn't really myself. Full moon ritual and all."
"Roo, if I thought you really wanted me, there wouldn't be a real need for an invitation." He pulled his face away from her, a look of shock in his eyes. "You claimed me cause you didn't have a choice. You're my mate now. You may need an invitation, but without one, you're not getting to use me or anyone for as long as we're both still alive." she grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand up, entwining her pale slim fingers with his stronger ones. "Roo. See this. Until you're over your own feelings about it all, this is your..." he covered her mouth with his other hand shaking his head, his hair everywhere. Sticking his tongue out, the male closed his eyes backing away from her.
Meanwhile...
Rolf and Dagan made their way through the forest finding themselves at the edge of a field. "So what happened?" Dagan asked, the timber wolf tight to his side, her nose to the ground.
Rolf gave a grunt, turning his blue eyes up to look at him sideways. "Loki said you had some cloaking spell or something hiding you from him. So he sent me to get you."
"No, I mean, everything? The ship, the cells, the cliff. Everything." he stopped, making a low growling sound as he nearly tripped over the timber wolf.
"Plenty of time for that later. We've got a long boat ride back home. But first, I need to stop off and pick up the damned dog." the larger male answered as he laughed at his buddy.
"You didn't say we were meeting up with Nosferatu." Dagan instinctively ran his hand through his hair, then over his jaw.
"What? Na na man, The dog." Rolf held his hand out causing Dagan to bump into him. "Tombstone. I left him with some chick at the last Inn I stayed at. I knew there was no way I could climb a mountain side with him. Ends up, for a hell hound he's scared of heights." Dagan stood still, his eyes wide, mouth open. "I haven't seen the female since the day on the ship. Or Reuben for that matter." Rolf shrugged.
"But they are alive?" Dagan's tone was a comment more then a question.
"God I hope so."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Reuben got denied.)
page 123, chapter 123
Reuben dropped the ropes he was using to drag the two bears as he made it to the camp. The werewolf was still breathing heavy, his hair now plastered to his shoulders from sweat. "Where's the Seer?"
"He needed to go feed his sidhe side, why?" our heroine said, getting up from her spot against a tree.
"Did he get the locator spell done?" Reuben asked as he started to pace a bit, obviously still pumped from the hunt.
"The basic didn't work, but it drained him. Hence the need to feed." The male grabbed the nearest large branch of the tree, using it for a round of chin ups. Landing firmly on his feet, he flicked his hair out of his face, stalking towards her. Glaring at her from under his lashes, the werewolf smiled. "You good?" she asked.
"After the lack of hunting we faced for all that time in the hall of doors, I really needed this." he gestured to the dead bears, as he planted his right arm against the tree, sniffing her. "Adrenaline's still hot." he rocked towards her, his eyes at half mast.
"Hard not to notice from the angle I was sitting." our heroine remarked. "Something tells me you're considering asking for an invitation." The male said nothing just sniffed again rubbing his other hand over his beard twice, making a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.
"We're alone. No one's watching. And like I said, the blood's still pumping from the hunt. Energy to burn." Reuben bent his nose to her collar bone, nuzzling her. "I know since day one, you've thought about it." He winked. " You haven't exactly been subtle or shy about liking me." he licked her neck. "And when I made you my mate, I wasn't really myself. Full moon ritual and all."
"Roo, if I thought you really wanted me, there wouldn't be a real need for an invitation." He pulled his face away from her, a look of shock in his eyes. "You claimed me cause you didn't have a choice. You're my mate now. You may need an invitation, but without one, you're not getting to use me or anyone for as long as we're both still alive." she grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand up, entwining her pale slim fingers with his stronger ones. "Roo. See this. Until you're over your own feelings about it all, this is your..." he covered her mouth with his other hand shaking his head, his hair everywhere. Sticking his tongue out, the male closed his eyes backing away from her.
Meanwhile...
Rolf and Dagan made their way through the forest finding themselves at the edge of a field. "So what happened?" Dagan asked, the timber wolf tight to his side, her nose to the ground.
Rolf gave a grunt, turning his blue eyes up to look at him sideways. "Loki said you had some cloaking spell or something hiding you from him. So he sent me to get you."
"No, I mean, everything? The ship, the cells, the cliff. Everything." he stopped, making a low growling sound as he nearly tripped over the timber wolf.
"Plenty of time for that later. We've got a long boat ride back home. But first, I need to stop off and pick up the damned dog." the larger male answered as he laughed at his buddy.
"You didn't say we were meeting up with Nosferatu." Dagan instinctively ran his hand through his hair, then over his jaw.
"What? Na na man, The dog." Rolf held his hand out causing Dagan to bump into him. "Tombstone. I left him with some chick at the last Inn I stayed at. I knew there was no way I could climb a mountain side with him. Ends up, for a hell hound he's scared of heights." Dagan stood still, his eyes wide, mouth open. "I haven't seen the female since the day on the ship. Or Reuben for that matter." Rolf shrugged.
"But they are alive?" Dagan's tone was a comment more then a question.
"God I hope so."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Reuben got denied.)
Year 3 Day 71
movie: Free Willy
starring: Michael Madsen, Michael Ironside
genre: Drama,
year; 1993
format: TV edit
plot: After getting caught spray painting a whale tank, a boy is placed in a foster home and has to spend the summer cleaning up the paint. While doing his community service, he forms an attachment with a troublesome whale. He helps to train him, but when it looks like the whale will be destroyed, the boy forms a plan to release the animal back into the wild.
I'm neutral on this one. Typical wild kid makes good type of movie. You sort of get the idea of what is going to happen before it does.
You have two characters who are just looking for a solid home, and a family that they can count on to not leave them. You see the bond created by the kid and the whale, which gives way to the kid starting to get over his trust issues. In a way, I suppose the whale does too.
Classic family movie, I just wish some of the characters had more depth to them.
starring: Michael Madsen, Michael Ironside
genre: Drama,
year; 1993
format: TV edit
plot: After getting caught spray painting a whale tank, a boy is placed in a foster home and has to spend the summer cleaning up the paint. While doing his community service, he forms an attachment with a troublesome whale. He helps to train him, but when it looks like the whale will be destroyed, the boy forms a plan to release the animal back into the wild.
I'm neutral on this one. Typical wild kid makes good type of movie. You sort of get the idea of what is going to happen before it does.
You have two characters who are just looking for a solid home, and a family that they can count on to not leave them. You see the bond created by the kid and the whale, which gives way to the kid starting to get over his trust issues. In a way, I suppose the whale does too.
Classic family movie, I just wish some of the characters had more depth to them.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Year 3 Day 70
movie: Rio
starring: Jesse Eisenberg, Anne Hathaway
genre: Cartoon
year: 2011
format: TV edit
plot: A tropical bird gets kidnapped as a chick and ends up in a pet store. After 15 years of being a house pet, the owner is told it's the last male of it's species, and is shipped off to Rio where it is suppose to be mated to the last female of it's species. The two birds end up being stolen and the owners try to track then down. Along the way, they have to dodge a group of criminals that include pick-pocketing monkeys, a bird who is a psychopathic bully, and the humans who want to sell them.
Well, babysitting, so this was my cousin's pick. It was a lot funnier then I thought it would be, yes, I actually laughed out loud more then once.
It's a comedy/musical/romance all rolled into a cartoon.
The main theme is having the courage to believe in yourself, while battling your fears.
starring: Jesse Eisenberg, Anne Hathaway
genre: Cartoon
year: 2011
format: TV edit
plot: A tropical bird gets kidnapped as a chick and ends up in a pet store. After 15 years of being a house pet, the owner is told it's the last male of it's species, and is shipped off to Rio where it is suppose to be mated to the last female of it's species. The two birds end up being stolen and the owners try to track then down. Along the way, they have to dodge a group of criminals that include pick-pocketing monkeys, a bird who is a psychopathic bully, and the humans who want to sell them.
Well, babysitting, so this was my cousin's pick. It was a lot funnier then I thought it would be, yes, I actually laughed out loud more then once.
It's a comedy/musical/romance all rolled into a cartoon.
The main theme is having the courage to believe in yourself, while battling your fears.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
The Nosferatu Adventures S4 p20
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 122, chapter 122
Three weeks ago...
The auburn wolf jumped from one rock to the other, his nose to the ground, having caught the scent of a deer. Crossing a shallow stream, he stopped, a sound in the distance having tickled at his ears. Turning to look in the direction it was coming from, the wolf couldn't ignore it. Dinner would have to wait.
He followed the low wheezing till he came upon a timber wolf. It was a female, and she was wounded, her front paw sliced badly, bite marks covering her. The auburn wolf sniffed, the scent of blood heavy as he ran over to investigate. Growled his ears were flat, his fur bristling, as he realized she'd been attacked by a dog. Most likely one of the Queen's hunting dogs. The timber wolf was having a difficult time as her breathing was labored and he knew she'd starve out here alone unable to hunt. The auburn wolf licked his chops as he disappeared into the nearest batch of trees, finding a small rabbit bringing it to her. Noticing her pack was nowhere to be found, the auburn wolf moved around the area, catching the pack's scent everywhere.
Howling a few times, he stretched out beside her and waited with her till they returned.
Four hours ago...
Rolf filled a flask from a shallow stream. Crossing, he stopped as he crouched by the edge of the bank. The large male smiled as he ran his hand down the length of the nearest tree trunk. Someone had carved a spiral into it's base. He didn't need to guess who, it was a bad habit Dagan had when he was bored. Turning right, the large male followed the line of trees till he caught the scent of a timber wolf. Actually, many scents as he discovered a full pack. Whistling the werewolf sat down, not more then fifty feet from them, and waited to be noticed.
It only took a few minutes before the timber wolves crept slowly, cautiously to where he was, the pack alpha sniffing once he was less then ten feet away. Raising his muzzle to the sky, the leader howled, as he stopped and turned as if looking for permission to continue. That's when Rolf saw him.
He was in wolf form, a good two feet larger then the timber wolves, his auburn fur dirty, blood staining his muzzle. There was no mistaking him as Dagan sauntered over to his buddy. Rolf shook his head laughing to himself as he raised an eyebrow. Even in wolf form, Dagan was as cocky as ever. The large wolf sniffed the male's face before headbutting him.
"We've got a lot to catch up on. But first, how about you hit the showers cause you stink."
The auburn wolf snorted as he shook his head slumping to the lake. Rolf had a campfire started and a small deer caught by the time Dagan pranced up to him again. The auburn wolf stretched out, his tongue hanging out of his mouth panting. Rolf rolled his eyes at him. "You going to change?" The wolf grunted giving a snort. "You realized you can't continue to live strictly as a wolf. Not with this adopted pack. It's mating season. They will be expecting you to choose one of the females." he flicked his long hair out of his face. "Dude, come on. That's just wrong even for us."
The wolf grunted again, moving a few feet, transforming. Many of the timber wolves yelped as they backed away farther, the sounds of bones snapping and vocal cords realigning frightening a few of them. But one female timber wolf didn't seem to be afraid. Bowing her head, she slowly moved towards them. Dagan crouched down as the magic mist engulfed him leaving a pair of black pants in it's wake, and reached out his hand to pet the animal.
"Meet Matilda." The timber female closed her eyes, leaning her muzzle into his hand. "The pack was going to abandon her when I first got here because she had been injured."
"You explain to your little groupie here that you've got a mate?" Rolf snickered.
"You're gross you know that."
"I learned from the best." he replied popping a chunk of deer meat into his mouth.
"You need to go back to your pack now." Dagan said in a near whisper, his voice taking on a sing-song. "We need to get back to our own." The timber wolf whimpered as the werewolf tried to push her away. She wouldn't budge, forcing Dagan to pick her up and carry her a few feet back to the pack. He barely made it five feet back, when he felt her smash into his knee, having followed him again. He let out a grunt turning pointing towards the rest of the timber wolves. "Go." the timber female just wrapped herself around his knees, her face brushing against his other hand, headbutting it. "Okay, you can come with us if you think you can keep up. But just so you know..." he lowered his chin, eyebrows knitted together. "I only date vampires."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story...ah Dagan, Dagan, Dagan...)
page 122, chapter 122
Three weeks ago...
The auburn wolf jumped from one rock to the other, his nose to the ground, having caught the scent of a deer. Crossing a shallow stream, he stopped, a sound in the distance having tickled at his ears. Turning to look in the direction it was coming from, the wolf couldn't ignore it. Dinner would have to wait.
He followed the low wheezing till he came upon a timber wolf. It was a female, and she was wounded, her front paw sliced badly, bite marks covering her. The auburn wolf sniffed, the scent of blood heavy as he ran over to investigate. Growled his ears were flat, his fur bristling, as he realized she'd been attacked by a dog. Most likely one of the Queen's hunting dogs. The timber wolf was having a difficult time as her breathing was labored and he knew she'd starve out here alone unable to hunt. The auburn wolf licked his chops as he disappeared into the nearest batch of trees, finding a small rabbit bringing it to her. Noticing her pack was nowhere to be found, the auburn wolf moved around the area, catching the pack's scent everywhere.
Howling a few times, he stretched out beside her and waited with her till they returned.
Four hours ago...
Rolf filled a flask from a shallow stream. Crossing, he stopped as he crouched by the edge of the bank. The large male smiled as he ran his hand down the length of the nearest tree trunk. Someone had carved a spiral into it's base. He didn't need to guess who, it was a bad habit Dagan had when he was bored. Turning right, the large male followed the line of trees till he caught the scent of a timber wolf. Actually, many scents as he discovered a full pack. Whistling the werewolf sat down, not more then fifty feet from them, and waited to be noticed.
It only took a few minutes before the timber wolves crept slowly, cautiously to where he was, the pack alpha sniffing once he was less then ten feet away. Raising his muzzle to the sky, the leader howled, as he stopped and turned as if looking for permission to continue. That's when Rolf saw him.
He was in wolf form, a good two feet larger then the timber wolves, his auburn fur dirty, blood staining his muzzle. There was no mistaking him as Dagan sauntered over to his buddy. Rolf shook his head laughing to himself as he raised an eyebrow. Even in wolf form, Dagan was as cocky as ever. The large wolf sniffed the male's face before headbutting him.
"We've got a lot to catch up on. But first, how about you hit the showers cause you stink."
The auburn wolf snorted as he shook his head slumping to the lake. Rolf had a campfire started and a small deer caught by the time Dagan pranced up to him again. The auburn wolf stretched out, his tongue hanging out of his mouth panting. Rolf rolled his eyes at him. "You going to change?" The wolf grunted giving a snort. "You realized you can't continue to live strictly as a wolf. Not with this adopted pack. It's mating season. They will be expecting you to choose one of the females." he flicked his long hair out of his face. "Dude, come on. That's just wrong even for us."
The wolf grunted again, moving a few feet, transforming. Many of the timber wolves yelped as they backed away farther, the sounds of bones snapping and vocal cords realigning frightening a few of them. But one female timber wolf didn't seem to be afraid. Bowing her head, she slowly moved towards them. Dagan crouched down as the magic mist engulfed him leaving a pair of black pants in it's wake, and reached out his hand to pet the animal.
"Meet Matilda." The timber female closed her eyes, leaning her muzzle into his hand. "The pack was going to abandon her when I first got here because she had been injured."
"You explain to your little groupie here that you've got a mate?" Rolf snickered.
"You're gross you know that."
"I learned from the best." he replied popping a chunk of deer meat into his mouth.
"You need to go back to your pack now." Dagan said in a near whisper, his voice taking on a sing-song. "We need to get back to our own." The timber wolf whimpered as the werewolf tried to push her away. She wouldn't budge, forcing Dagan to pick her up and carry her a few feet back to the pack. He barely made it five feet back, when he felt her smash into his knee, having followed him again. He let out a grunt turning pointing towards the rest of the timber wolves. "Go." the timber female just wrapped herself around his knees, her face brushing against his other hand, headbutting it. "Okay, you can come with us if you think you can keep up. But just so you know..." he lowered his chin, eyebrows knitted together. "I only date vampires."
tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story...ah Dagan, Dagan, Dagan...)
Monday, March 3, 2014
The Nosferatu Adventures S4 p19
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 121, chapter 121
Rolf...
He dug his fingers firmly into the rocks, as he lifted himself up another few feet. By this point he was breathing heavy, the air getting thinner. Sweat began to coat his face as he turned his blue eyes to look at the setting sun. Licking the corner of his bottom lip, the large male decided he'd have to camp soon. He'd been climbing now for half the day, and even with his ability to see in the dark, the mountain side was not the place he wanted to be after night fall.
Rolf heard the sound of bats off in the not too far distance, indicating there was some form of shelter close, a cave or at the very lest a small clump of trees. Nodding to himself, the werewolf headed in the direction the sound was coming from.
It took him another hour even with his strength and speed to make it to the small dugout. It wasn't as much a cave as it was an indent in the side of the mountain. The male managed to huddle inside, thankful for the few bats, as they became dinner.
He was sleeping a while later, his mind trying to block out some of the things done to him in the hall of doors, when he hear the familiar sound of a wolf howling. The large male sat up, a grin spreading across his lips.
"I'm coming buddy." stretching, Rolf headed in the direction the howling had originated from.
Meanwhile...
Reuben stood slightly hunched, feet apart, eyes locked on his prey. The male exhaled silently as he waited. The large bear lumbered towards him, forcing Reuben to roll out of the way in a quick and razor sharp side shoulder roll, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes flashing and changing to the amber-grey of the wolf.
His ears twitched as something moved in the bush to his left. Turning to see, he spotted a second bear make it's way out of the woods. The male laughed to himself, sticking his tongue out clearly enjoying the hunt, as he rolled again in another perfect side shoulder roll.Quickly he sprang to his feet charging the first bear, using his werewolf speed to plant a hard kick upside it's head. The bear let out a roar as it batted at him. But Reuben dodged out of the way, swaying and jumping. His hands at his sides, as he taunted the animal.
"Come on! You are going to be a blanket when I'm done with you."
He continued like this for the next few hours, until finally the werewolf tired of it. He tossed the first bear aside, having snapped it's neck, just as the second one made a swat at him. Reuben jumped up, his knee connecting with the second bear's head, slamming it to the ground in a wet splat as blood began to pool under it.
Standing tall, the werewolf was coated in sweat, his hair matted and tangled, his breathing extremely laboured. Clapping his hands he screamed. "That's how you do it!" Looking then from one lifeless body to the other, the male ran his hand over his face and through his hair. "Aw shack! How am I going to carry both those back to camp?"
Tune in again later for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story...I love werewolves)
page 121, chapter 121
Rolf...
He dug his fingers firmly into the rocks, as he lifted himself up another few feet. By this point he was breathing heavy, the air getting thinner. Sweat began to coat his face as he turned his blue eyes to look at the setting sun. Licking the corner of his bottom lip, the large male decided he'd have to camp soon. He'd been climbing now for half the day, and even with his ability to see in the dark, the mountain side was not the place he wanted to be after night fall.
Rolf heard the sound of bats off in the not too far distance, indicating there was some form of shelter close, a cave or at the very lest a small clump of trees. Nodding to himself, the werewolf headed in the direction the sound was coming from.
It took him another hour even with his strength and speed to make it to the small dugout. It wasn't as much a cave as it was an indent in the side of the mountain. The male managed to huddle inside, thankful for the few bats, as they became dinner.
He was sleeping a while later, his mind trying to block out some of the things done to him in the hall of doors, when he hear the familiar sound of a wolf howling. The large male sat up, a grin spreading across his lips.
"I'm coming buddy." stretching, Rolf headed in the direction the howling had originated from.
Meanwhile...
Reuben stood slightly hunched, feet apart, eyes locked on his prey. The male exhaled silently as he waited. The large bear lumbered towards him, forcing Reuben to roll out of the way in a quick and razor sharp side shoulder roll, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes flashing and changing to the amber-grey of the wolf.
His ears twitched as something moved in the bush to his left. Turning to see, he spotted a second bear make it's way out of the woods. The male laughed to himself, sticking his tongue out clearly enjoying the hunt, as he rolled again in another perfect side shoulder roll.Quickly he sprang to his feet charging the first bear, using his werewolf speed to plant a hard kick upside it's head. The bear let out a roar as it batted at him. But Reuben dodged out of the way, swaying and jumping. His hands at his sides, as he taunted the animal.
"Come on! You are going to be a blanket when I'm done with you."
He continued like this for the next few hours, until finally the werewolf tired of it. He tossed the first bear aside, having snapped it's neck, just as the second one made a swat at him. Reuben jumped up, his knee connecting with the second bear's head, slamming it to the ground in a wet splat as blood began to pool under it.
Standing tall, the werewolf was coated in sweat, his hair matted and tangled, his breathing extremely laboured. Clapping his hands he screamed. "That's how you do it!" Looking then from one lifeless body to the other, the male ran his hand over his face and through his hair. "Aw shack! How am I going to carry both those back to camp?"
Tune in again later for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story...I love werewolves)
Year 3 Day 69
movie: The Romantics
starring: Katie Holmes, Josh Duhamel
genre: Drama
year: 2010
format: TV edit
plot: a group of friends reunite for the wedding of two of their members, only to find that old relationships and friendships/jealousies have not been moved on from.
Based on the novel.
I hated this. Straight up, thought it was just drivel. It went nowhere, the characters were flat, and it just seemed like it was made strictly as a vehicle to get the group of actors together in one film. It felt like it was trying to be the next big 80's group, but just fell flat on it's face.
starring: Katie Holmes, Josh Duhamel
genre: Drama
year: 2010
format: TV edit
plot: a group of friends reunite for the wedding of two of their members, only to find that old relationships and friendships/jealousies have not been moved on from.
Based on the novel.
I hated this. Straight up, thought it was just drivel. It went nowhere, the characters were flat, and it just seemed like it was made strictly as a vehicle to get the group of actors together in one film. It felt like it was trying to be the next big 80's group, but just fell flat on it's face.
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