Seven Pounds

Wow, what a movie!
I have to admit, I spent most of the movie thinking “huh?” but as the movie progressed the story came together in my mind.
Seven Pounds is one of these movies that makes you think and end up thinking wow – could I? Would I?

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Paul Blart: Mall Cop

Terribly predictable, it would seem that the funny parts were all in the trailers.
It’s actually good though, it’s funny with a feel good factor.

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Darkness Falls

I agree with one of the previous reviews. Yes, it starts out slow but give it a chance.
Also, look for the computer stuff at the end. The bank transaction screens. I made them!! (lol, sorry, I’m proud of it at least)

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Alone in a Haunted House

Sorry – this was kinda pitiful.
He tried to make something (a lot of somethings) out of a lot less than nothing.
I’ve seen MTV do better haunted documentaries than this.
DOn’t waste your time.

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Saw this in the theatre and really thought it sucked.
Not only is it completely inaccurate but it”s just plain wrong and paints horrid pictures of a number of cultures.

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Not liking the ButterMilk (Bonnag)

In the 1800′s people on the Isle of Man ate a bread called Bonnag.
It’s a simple, yet tasty bread. It had to be simple really – there weren’t a lot of kitchen conveniences on the Island in the 1800′s.

It’s made with buttermilk though.
Apparently the Manx farmer families would drink Buttermilk straight.
Wanting to make some Bonnag sometime soon I bought some Buttermilk and tried it.. straight…as soon as I got home. I don’t know how ‘my people’ did it! it’s sooo rank tasting!

Bonnag is still great stuff though. Here are the ingredients as per Read the rest of this entry »

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Me and my body clock

Web Worker Daily and my recent UK trip inspired me to write this post.
I’ve never been one for that sleep thing really. even as a child I had sleeping issues.

Right now I’m getting tired early in the evening and waking up around 4 or 5 in the morning.
The good thing is that, with my line of work, I can do it…. whenever… (except for when I’m dispatching of course) then, when I am set to get a good night’s sleep you can almost guarantee that there will be a 2am fire call or something equally as inconvenient.

While traveling I’ve always found that it’s best to try and keep to my daily sleep/waking routine as much as possible. Well, as must of a routine as I normally have.

How is your body clock? how do you ‘tamper’ with it?


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mmm English Breakfast

Last night I got back from a two week (or fortnight) stay on the Isle of Man I’ll write more as I catch up with stuff and there will be more pictures.

In the mean time enjoy this English Breakfast :)

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Of all the bars in all the airports…

So, I’m off to the UK at the end of the month.
I’ve made arrangements, all being well, to meet with an American friend of mine at London Gatwick to to lunch.

After much trouble trying  to align schedules we figured it out and he decided on a place to eat. Yes I’m from the UK, no I’ve never heard of this place.

The eating establishment chosen was a place called Frankie and Benny’s here’s what they’re all about:

"A themed New York Italian family restaurant and bar. From the clatter and chatter of the open kitchen, to the cosy booth seating and the bottle lined bar, it takes you back to 1950’s New York."

Really?! My first meal on my trip back to the UK will be at an American themed restaurant?!

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In the still of the…morning

Right now I’m at the Dispatch desk, working a 11pm – 7am shift. 
I thought i was working this later in the week and had planed accordingly. I found out by chance that it was tonight and the new kinda threw my week for a loop.

It’s ok though, it’s 0230 and I’m not dragging too badly. Batman (the one with Jim Carey) is on TV and I have a can of Red Bull left and some Rice stuff to eat.

There’s something about early, early mornings. The still and the general….lifelessness of the peace and quiet that comes, at times, in the small hours of a morning.

It doesn’t seem to matter where I am or what I’m doing, there always seems to be times, at this time of day that remind me of overnight Ferry Crossings.

As a child I would travel to Liverpool (UK) regularly for various things and, more often than not, the most convenient crossing to board back to the Island was the late night crossing, leaving Liverpool (or Heysham) at around 11pm (or after) and getting to the Island around 6am.

Maybe those crossings have been my earliest experiences of very early mornings, thus my association with everything thereafter. 
Maybe it’s the pleasant thought of being on a Ferry, on the Irish sea, with the hum of the engines, the sound of the sea and the still and quiet of everyone around you either quietly going about their business or trying to sleep.

Still, I’m not complaining, it’s not a bad thing and it’s sometimes nice to reminisce.

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