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What I’m watching ….Luther

Monday, January 17th, 2011

Idris Elba was last seen (by me) on The Wire as the delicious, pragmatic, duplicitous drug dealer Stinger Bell. He was freakin’ brilliant in a freakin’ brilliant show (and if you have watched THAT yet, then there’s another one for your list).

He now stars in a show about a detective who went over the line, had a breakdown, and is trying to come back.

Let me say this: Idris alba is, well, scrumptious. He’s a tall drink of something naughty. I mean, just look:

Oh my.

Plus, dude can act.

Yeah, I know, another detective show, but the writing on this one is solid, the recurring big bad, played by Ruth Wilson, is the right combo of brilliant, nuts and funny. I also like the way they are writing Rose Teller, Luther’s boss, played by Saskia Reeves. Instead of the usual stereotypes of female head coppers–like the mom figure, the manly woman hardass, or the proper rule-follower–Teller has a wit, knows when to look the other way, and isn’t afraid to give Luther a bolloxing or free reign in equal measure.

Luther on Showcase in Canada. More info is here. Check it out.

5 Reasons to Shovel Late at Night

Wednesday, January 12th, 2011

If you’re in a place that needs shovelling.

  1. There’s time to have a nap first.
  2. Sometimes a neighbour does some of it for you, like your sidewalks.
  3. It’s more likely that the wind dies down. Who knows why?
  4. No glare on the snow means no sneezing or blindness.
  5. No one can see that you are wearing purple socks, old sweat pants, a mangy hat and a gortex that’s 3 times too big for you.

bee-loud glade

Sunday, January 9th, 2011

In the summer at my Grandmother’s house, along a dirt track between the houses, there was a bank of yellow flowers. Black-eyed Susans, I think.

On the hottest days, the flowers buzzed with bumblebees. Hundreds of them flitting from one to the next and adding to the sound of the cicadas and the lurch of a big rig every once in a while on the highway at the end of the track.

In order to be a part of the summer gang, which was reconstituted every year as a collection of local kids, summer kids and whomever came up from town, each one of us had to pet the bumblebees.

It was scary, especially when younger, to think about touching a bee. No matter what kind, there was the thought of a stinger. But if you got it just right, with just one finger, and gently, you could feel the buzzing down to your toes. And you knew it was going to be a great summer.

Bumblebees dying in North America

I will hug them and kiss them and call them George

Monday, January 3rd, 2011

Warning: spoilers if you haven’t seen these things.

I may be one of the last people to see WALL-E. Saw it just a few days ago and I loved it. He’s a cute little robot, and he sounds like ET, and he loves musicals, and all he wants is to hold someone’s hand – OMG! Those first 45 minutes when he’s wondering around the planet and before he meets Eva, I was enthralled. There’s something about machines that pursue their mission beyond expectations and become “human” that gets me every time.

Of course, the first movie that got me like that was Silent Running (1972). Honestly, when little Dewey is all alone in deep wide space, tending to the garden at the end, I balled. Balled!

There is a real-life analogue to this, too. The Mars Rovers. How long they continued, and survived against dust and lack of light and all kinds of challenges. WALL-E looked quite a bit like them as well – some conspiracy to make me teary-eyed, I’m sure.

It’s the perseverance that’s hits the heart strings. An¬†anthropomorphic ideal that is a teary sniff away from the loyalty of a good pet, or the determination of a good friend.

I’m a sucker for awesome robots.


Dewey and his plants. Just watched again. Those are just allergies *sniff*.

And when the rovers were 5…