before bed...

Shamelessly pilfered from wolvinatrix

Newsarama reports on an upcoming interview that Comic Buyer's Guide had with the screenwriter of the new "Wolverine" movie, David Benioff, who told them a few interesting details about what he intends the movie to be like. Firstly the movie is being written with Hugh Jackman in mind:

"Now I can't really imagine Wolverine being played by anyone else: Jackman's performance obliviates consideration of anyone else for the part."

The screenwriter also describes the story as "bit darker and a bit more brutal" than the previous "X Men" movies, hoping to make the script R rated. He also wishes this story to be set in a more relistic context, rather than the science fiction based context of the previous "X Men" movies:

"I'm going to stay away from the 'Four Riders' kind of stories and the science fiction stories where he was battling aliens or demons. I'm sticking with something more realistic. Of course it is kind of hard to talk realism when you're speaking about a guy who has adamantium claws popping out of this hands. But my concept of him for this movie is the one I grew up with: He's a gritty character, a tough, working-class Canadian guy who was born with certain special powers and granted more through a series of brutal experiments - that's my Wolverine reality. I'm not going too far from that."

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So it's Saturday. I have about an hour till the bean-pod shows up so we can go shopping. I'm killing me some time. Oh yes.

*is already dressed and ready to go by force of habit already*


So on the agenda today - We have a (very) quick run to the comic store for the tiny handful of comics I want to pick up this week.
A speedy dash to Forbidden Planet just *because*. (I'm also quietly hoping they've had a new selection of photos in cause I want me more pretty Hugh. But they seemed to be limited to a handful of lingering X1 stills the last time I checked because they always sell all the really pretty ones first. *pout*)
The mandatory stop-off at Lush because I need soap and fripperies and I'm single-handedly attempting to convert my entire flist to the wonders of solid shampoo.
And a quick stop by Black Cat if it's still there (Oh, I hope it's still there) because I want them to put out a search for the Paperback Hero novel for me. Cause evilbay's not coughing up the goods lately and it's starting to irk me that I don't own a copy of this damn book.
Also somewhere in there will be lunch and whatever places Kat may want to go to. Either that or she's just stalking me in the hopes of another stop at KFC for the bean. *g*

Need to call them actually and see if they can get here a touch earlier so we don't wind up hanging around the station platorm for a half hour in the 11:10 dead-zone between trains.

For some reason, you see, service from here to the city is roughly every 10-15 minutes unless it's 11:10 when there's a 30-40 minute dead patch.

*wants to avoid the dead patch*

*wonders if it's too early to call*


*realises that before all that she needs some brekky*

In the end of it all, there was shoe

Back from the city...

Have set Black Cat off on an 8-month national search for a copy of the Paperback Hero novel. Not least because that 8 months only costs a pound and they do all the hard work for you, but also because there's one other big bonus to doing it that way.

None of them have any concept of collectable value, because none of them have ever heard of it. This applies doubly to odd random things like Woodroffe's book Tinker the Hole Eating Duck, hardback first edition, which they found for JR for twelve pounds while everywhere else was like... a hundred and twelve. So I'm hoping they come up with something good (and cheap) and if I find another copy in the meantime I'm sure I can find a happy home for any duplicates.

Hm, other stuff... Picked up a Burton Mummy Boy shirt from Forbidden planet, cause I've had to start throwing out a lot of old t-shirts lately before they completely fall apart.

Picked up some new socks, picked up some comics and then stopped by Lush and picked up far too much bubbly stuff... :D

They were giving out free moisturiser samplers today too, which was nice.

So PJ your solid shampoo should hopefully be heading out some time this week along with the copy of Lush Times they stuck in the bag, so you can peruse it for your entertainment and then mentally apply it to either Hugh or Ken or both depending on where your fancy takes you at any given moment :p

Hm, what else...?
Blackmailed the bean-pod into buying shoes, and blackmailed her some more into eating lunch. And after that we pretty much just came on home.

I feel like there's something right now I'm supposed to be doing but I don't remember what it is...



This free moisturiser's really not too bad y'know...

tails of puppydom

oooh, my new Soap-sod soap is making the bathroom smell like a combination of... *sniffs* fresh cut grass and ground almonds.
Which is impressive given as it's just a dry lump of soap sitting in the dish right now.

Mmm, smells so good in there.


So anyway, earlier on, before I went shopping this morning...

Pootling around online the thought suddenly struck me... "I can't hear the dog..."
Now usually, that's a bad thing. It frequently means he's doing something he shouldn't, or is otherwise causing chaos. Yes, he was FAR too quiet...
So I went downstairs to check what he was getting up to, and when I get down there... bugger me, but I can't find him.
Now... I was sure mum left him shut in one side of the house as he's less inclined to do damage to that side, and the dividing door was still shut but I can see no puppy.
So I think maybe he's on the other side and mum left him in that half of the house for a change...
Still no puppy.
I'm like... uhhh... WTF?
I'm looking around, calling his name and I hear this teeny tiny pathetic whimper and snuffle coming out of the downstairs cloakroom.
Yes, you guessed it, the pup got himself shut in the toilet. So I let him out and he's all like "IEEE! IEEEE! PANIC! IEEEE! RUN-AROUND-MADLY! IEEEEEE!!!" Making that weird whimpering noise he makes that sounds like he's really just an overgrown guinnie pig. OK, ok, get him calmed, get him settled... then thought: I really need the bathroom now.
Except now every time I go near the cloakroom, the pup starts running round in mad circles, whimpering all over again. And heven help you if you actually shut the door, because he stands outside it, scrabbling with his paws and squeaking and headbutting the wood because quite obviously OMG!NOWYOUTRAPPEDTOO!!!11!1!!

He really is a stoopid dog...