Changing things up

Hi everyone. I'm still here. Still watching movies and knitting and knitting while watching movies. Still traveling and taking tons of food photos. Unfortunately, I've spent less and less time on a computer for personal stuff. Don't get me wrong -- on a normal day at the office, I'm doing nothing BUT be on the computer. However at work, not only do I expect everything I do to be tracked, but I don't have much time. I sometimes wish I had a job like some of my friends who once their work was done, they could browse, read, or write to their hearts content. Ah, that life wasn't in the cards for me!

Anyway, I've had my Droid phone for just over a year and it's been able to do just about everything I've wanted to do online *except* blog. So, as you can see, blogging has completely fallen off of the radar.

Now, I'm hoping to change that. I've griped before about the Blogger app being horribly limited in its ability to place photos in each entry's narrative. Sadly, nothing has changed for me on that front. The Blogger app still sucks. My solution for this is to attempt at writing more in a short story format and not rely so much on pictures, fun as they might be. If I have something truly peachy-keen to share, I'll find a way to post it. Can't guarantee that it'll be pretty, but at least it'll be here.

Also, we can both plan that Auto-correct will screw me over time and again. So, please trust me when I say up-front that 1) English is my first language and 2) no, I probably didn't mean [insert random word here].

Stay tuned, the knitting adventure continues....

A Changing Perspective

I started out this year with the idea that I wanted to learn new knitting techniques, which were reflected in my first projects of the year -- Entrelac and Brioche, but over the past few weeks, I've had a real revolution in thought.

First, it started out with me returning my attention to the drop spindle that I splurged on last August and forcing myself to learn how to properly draft. At the beginning of February, a gaggle of knitters ventured to Bloomfield Hills for Knit Michigan. We drove down the night before the event and hung out that evening -- attended a jazz performance at the DSO's Orchestra Hall and dinner downtown, and wrapped the evening up with a late-night knit-in. It just so happened that several in our group were also spinners. Not wanting to waste the opportunity of being able to have their (albeit captive) advice, I brought out my spindle and my small stash of fiber and started to ask questions. Michelle (who is often confused as being my sister) was more than happy to get me restarted. And away I went! The fiber shown in the photo is from roving that was dyed by my friend Rachel; it is 70% Alpaca, 15% Cormo, and 15% silk and I'm completely happy with the way its turning out. My problem right now is that I really don't know enough about the variety of fiber and blends that are out there to really get a handle on what I'd like. The pictured roving was a gift to me from my brother and his family for Christmas, which was very well chosen.











Knowing that I'm a virtual blank slate, I started out by vying for the February Phat Fiber box -- it had a "Gems & Minerals" theme, so it was totally meant to be! I can't wait to finish with the roving that's on the spindle to work the samples I received because there were some very interesting selections in my box (more on those as I spin it up).












Lastly, I signed up for Rachel's fiber club, where I'll receive 4 oz. of fiber in February, April, and June (plus some of her other farm-made goodies). Here's the February package and I'm sad to report that the chocolates didn't even make it home from the office. It was that kind of day. Anyhow, I was now stuck in a quandary -- I didn't want to wait to dig into my new fiber, but I also didn't want to completely lose what I was doing with the Christmas Day roving I had on my spindle. (Decisions!)












So, I caved. I started talking the crazy talk on Facebook, trying to recall what the wonderful Aussie made spinning wheel the Flock U gals had been talking about. I received some wonderful advice from my knitting friends -- some of whom surprised me b/c I didn't previously know that they spun. (Which just goes to show just how little attention I'm paying between screwing up the latest pattern and drinking my wine at the knit-ins!) The whole discussion thread culminated with Tracy delivering over that evening her loaner wheel. (Thanks for saving the day, Tracy!)

But the fun didn't end there! Friday, I had my second, and probably more important, epiphany (sorry to disappoint, spinners). On Friday, I attended a presentation given by Sally Melville for our Guild. Yes, the Sally Melville. Go ahead and start sending the hate mail, but I'll just come right out and say it, I've never knitted any of her patterns; I've thumbed through her "Knit Stitch" and "Purl Stitch" books, but didn't really see anything that I wanted to knit up. I've seen plenty of knitters working up the "Einstein Jacket", and just didn't catch the bug. However, during her lecture on Friday, something very important clicked -- recall that I wanted 2011 to be the year that I challenge myself. Here I was chasing what I normally consider challenges (new and interesting techniques), while what I really should be seeing as a challenge has been sitting in front of me post after post, project after project.

Why shouldn't I see it as a challenge to knit a sweater that I'll actually wear?

Why shouldn't I see it as a challenge to knit a sweater that fits me well?

I'll tell you this right now -- I have the yarn in my stash to knit five sweaters (and a shitload of yarn for other projects -- socks, toys, baby blankets, etc.). Of the sweaters, one that I had planned was a truly kick-ass Dale. I'm putting all of that on hold. It's time for me to take a step back and reflect on what I should be doing differently and to start that off (whatever it may be) with a few plain, understated sweaters.

I was so inspired by what I heard on Friday night that I immediately signed up to attend Sally's "Knit to Flatter and Fit" class that was taught on Sunday morning at Woven Art. I learned a few things about correctly taking my own measurements and what should be adjusted in the pattern to result in a decent fitting sweater.













In preparation for this weekend's Guild retreat, I pulled out a few of my UFOs; a couple of which are summer sweaters. I'm going to re-evaluate these and determine whether they should be torn out completely or can be salvaged. After a couple of measurements, I know now that the green sweater is about 2.5" too long. As for the pink sweater, I need to reread the directions b/c I have no clue where I'm at. If I'm not at or damn close to a bind-off edge, then it'll be too long also.












My questions to you guys: I'm committing myself to knitting three simple sweaters this year. What should they be? Any suggestions?

To be a kid again

There are mornings that I can count on Sylvain to sleep in until the early afternoon and then there are mornings when he's up long before the crack of dawn in anticipation of what's to come. The former is to be expected during the weekend, on holidays, and on days when school is cancelled the previous evening. The latter is reserved for Christmas and those special days when school should be cancelled, but the call has yet to come through.

Sure, one can argue that he has a more vested interest than 90% of his classmates, since he has an early morning class (starts at 6:50, daily) and, really, why bother getting ready for school when you KNOW in your heart of hearts it should be cancelled? But to him, there's nothing like wrapping up in a blanket and flipping on the TV, eagerly anticipating our county then our community's name to scroll through the multitude of schools already announcing closure.

First, disappointment sets in when Holt, a handful of Lansing schools, then Mason scroll by and are followed immediately by a place that he's never heard of: White Pine Academy. Then, comes the robo-call from the superintendent herself. Every phone begins to ring almost simultaneously: land line and cell phone alike. He doesn't need to listen to the message, he knows the drill; the call came, so the day is now his!

Oh, the wonders of technology! Why even bother to participate in this now out-dated ritual of rising to watch the morning news with its roller coaster of emotions as it cycles through the schools that have made it on The List?!?

Now that the deed is done, he lumbers back to bed with the smugness of one that does not need to rise again until at least noon. Ah, the good life......

What have I been doing all this time?: The Books

So, tonight Chuck made pot roast and spaghetti squash for dinner. Unfortunately for me, this dinner completely knocked me out. I had intended to curl up with a book on my big comfy couch while Chuck finished putting around in the kitchen before I started cleaning up after him -- he's quite messy when he cooks. (Its a happy arrangement that we have: Chuck cooks and I clean up the aftermath. Trust me, no one here really wants to eat my cooking and I don't mind doing the dishes....) Anyways, the next thing I know, it's 1 am and I woke to my reading light glaring in my face. Of course, the kitchen fairy failed to stop at my house.....

Hearing me get up and start cleaning in the kitchen, Sylvain came up from our den to sulk a little more over me not allowing him to hang out with friends tonight. A few of his friends are now able to drive and that alone makes me quite nervous when he's out. Today, we received about 4 inches of snow and I really didn't want him out and about on the roads. Of course, that was me just being a controlling ogre, but controlling ogre I shall be if that keeps him safe and sound. Chuck also heard me and came up to lend a hand. "Gee, honey, what are you going to do now that you've had your normal, full-night's worth of sleep?!?" Sad to say it, but he was right.

I have a cabled brioche scarf that I'm working on that needs to be done by next weekend. I could work on that, but am getting pretty tired of it. I'm about 450 rows in and feel as thought I only have half the length that I'd like. The photo shown here is from when I first started the project, but you get the idea of how tedious this project can be.

So, as part of my "What have I been doing" updates, I've been wanting to write about the books I've been reading. 2010 was quite the year for books -- it had been quite a while since I've read so much for myself; up until then, most of my reading had been either to Sylvain, for school, or for work.

In no particular order, here's my take on what I've been reading:

The Passage by Justin Cronin: I really enjoyed reading this book. It was a different take on vampires -- these are not the forever-youthful human-loving vamps from Twilight. The vampires in this novel are the result of a military experiment gone wrong and the release of a virus that is poised to destroy the world. My only disappointment when reading this book is that, going into it, I didn't know it was going to be a trilogy, so looked for a real resolution at the end rather than a set up for future books.

Speaking of trilogies.....I typically wait until all of the books are out in a series before starting them. I dislike having to wait for the next book to come out to continue a story. Over the past few months, I started reading a few trilogies: The Millennium Series, His Dark Materials, and The Hunger Games trilogy.

The Millennium Series by Stieg Larsson: I had been on a library waiting list for the first book, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, for quite a while. Not sure that I would like this book, I really didn't want to purchase it. Once I read the first one, I found that even the library wait list was too long for my liking, so ended up buying the second book, The Girl who played with Fire, and putting my name on the list for the third book straightaway. However, the elements that I liked in the first book were just plain missing from the second one. I liked the relationship between the two lead characters: Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salander. Fine, they didn't need to be in a romantic relationship anymore in the follow-up book, but at least have them interact in a way that didn't feel contrived. The first book also focused around solving a mystery; in the second book, I really started to care less about the "whodunit" plot of the book. In fact, by the time I finished the second book, I really did not feel like continuing on. I still picked up the third book from the library when a copy became available, but held onto it for a few days just in case I changed my mind. I ended up returning it unread.

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman: So, I between this series and the Hunger Games trilogy, I'm beginning to think that I'm more entertained by lit typically considered YA rather than books meant for adults. I say "typically considered YA" because once I really started thinking about the topics presented in the Materials series, they were pretty deep shit. I have to say that I did see the movie made from the first book, The Golden Compass, when it first came out in 2007. Even though future movies aren't going to happen, I still thought of Daniel Craig as Lord Asriel, Nicole Kidman as Mrs. Coulter, and Sam Elliot for Lee Scoresby for the second and third books. Sure, there were parts that were pretty long and drawn out, but overall, I enjoyed this series. This series delved into religion, parallel universes, and the conflict between man and his Maker. Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not a very religious person; I can easily see how these books can be seen as anti-Catholic and atheistic.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins: Maybe it's me, but I really enjoy dystopian fiction. And it really doesn't get any more dystopian than this: in a future where the United States exists as thirteen districts that are subservient to a Capital. Each year, the districts submit two contestants (one male, one female) to a fight-to-the-death competition. I loved the first book in the series -- my interest was caught early on and the book barreled right through start to finish. The second book, Catching Fire was a good follow-up, not stellar, but good. The series fell apart for me in the third book, Mockingjay; it felt like it was written by a completely different person and the heroine, Katniss Everdeen, was only a shadow of herself from the first and second books. Sure, she's in shell-shock, but that just makes for a bad storyline -- Katniss was just absent from the third book. I have some questions about how some of the plot went down in the third book, but don't know anyone who read it to talk it through and make sense of it with.....

I also read a few non-fiction books. Three were memoirs and one was about the Vidocq Society. Dead End Gene Pool by Wendy Burden and The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls are two memoirs by women whose wealth and poverty were at polar opposite extremes, but shared similarities in having dysfunctional families and abusive parents. On the one hand, the life described in Pool was one where being rich would buy just the things a bad parent needs to get by: the staff to make sure your kids are attended to, access to the best schools, and the eccentricities needed to float through your and your children's lives. In stark contrast, Castle presented the worst possible poverty -- one in which the parents themselves become delusional as to the true condition of their lives and their childrens' lives. In both books, its only the perseverance of the author that led them down paths different from their parents. I know that Walls has a follow-up book called Half Broke Horses that is on my list.

The third non-fiction book was The Murder Room: the heirs of Sherlock Holmes gather to solve the world's most perplexing cold cases by Michael Capuzzo. I found the topic interesting -- a members only club of investigators from across the world who meet once a month in Philadelphia to solve crimes -- but the way the story itself was told was a bit boring. The book focused on the three founding members of the club, The Vidocq Society; unfortunately, the book became repetitive in its descriptions of these three men that I found myself skimming through paragraphs in search of new material. If you're a fan of true-crime TV shows, such as CBS' 48 Hours Mystery, then you might enjoy this book.

Okay, so for any of you readers who are in a book club with me, you might be wondering where mention of the book club books are at. Truth be told, I didn't read them all -- skipping July's Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout, September's selection that I have no recollection of what it was, and October's The Painter of Battles by Arturo Perez-Reverte. I led the November discussion of Yarn: Remembering the Way Home by Kyoko Mori. This was the third memoir that I've read in the past several months and unlike the first two, the abuse against the author wasn't really anything that I considered too personal -- it was more culturally influenced. Sure, her step-mother wasn't really a loving parental figure and she did everything to eradicate all memory of the author's mother, but her behavior was more like complete indifference rather than maliciousness. The book documented the author's life in the States and relating to learning to navigate the Midwestern culture, learning to knit, and coming to terms with her father.

The December book was Two Old Women by Velma Wallis and is an Athabaskan tale of survival in the wilderness against all odds. Sharon led discussion of this book and presented great questions about how different societies deal with the elderly. I'm glad I ended up buying a copy of this book. It's too bad that I can't convince Sylvain to read it.

The January book was probably the worst book I've read in a very long time (and still finished): Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford. I really do not understand how this piece of garbage book became a best seller. I found the story completely contrived and unbelievable; the characters were stereotypical; and (sorry if you heard me bitch about this at book club already) the timeline was all screwed up. I'm actually a little tired about that last point, but it led me to throw this book across the room, not once, but twice. Making statements about the main character's son dating on-line in 1986. Want to know what else happened in 1986? CDs were replacing vinyl, the main character's wife was buried in the same cemetery as Bruce and Brandon Lee (who died 1993), and **spoiler** the main character's son is able to track down the main character's love using the Internet. Yes, apparently in 1986, one was able to find not only find lists of interment camp refugees but also links to enough resources to track down their current address. Ugh! I was sick to my stomach by the end of this book. If you'd like a more entertaining read, check out the book's reviews on Amazon. Many other readers rip into the author on the same things that made me mad; and I'm not even a real WWII historian, you should read those reviews......

The February book was The Heretics Daughter by Kathleen Kent. Depressing, depressing, depressing. Not that I really expected this book to be uplifting, but it was a fairly well-told downer start to finish. Unlike the January book (which was supposed to paint an illustration of WWII era Seattle and interment camps), I felt as though this book portrayed a realistic picture of 17th century Salem. I'd only recommend this book for someone who is truly interested in reading about the Salem witch trials.

Anyhow, March is right around the corner and I'm still on the library waiting list for the next book: Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese. Yes, I know its available online for about $9 and is in Schuler's right around the corner for $13, but the book is just shy of 700 pages long -- there's no way that I can finish it in time for our discussion. I have a scarf to finish by next weekend, remember? Instead, the book that's on my nightstand and the one that I curled up with last night was pure escapist fiction: Storm Front by Jim Butcher; this is the first in the Dresden Files series. There's thirteen books in the series, so that's sure to keep me busy.

What have I been doing all this time?: The Movies

Last time, I gave a rather lengthy update about the knitting. Since then, I'm very sad to say that I haven't made much progress. The past week has been full of work -- so much so that I was completely burned out by the time Friday rolled around. It's Saturday and Chuck & I are in Cleveland; he ran off to hang out with his friend, Leo, to take nature pictures at one of the nearby Metroparks with their fancy pants cameras. I was going slightly stir crazy hanging out at Chuck's parent's house, so (thankfully Chuck left the car, but with the gas light on....) escaped to explore a shop that I've been meaning to visit for a while now: Stitch Cleveland. The shop is on Detroit Road in Rocky River and parking is at a premium, but I felt welcome the moment I walked in. I know I've seen an ad for the shop in a craft magazine somewhere -- how else would I have heard of it? -- but found that they cater primarily to sewing. The shop shelves were filled with fun bolts of cloth, great books of inspiring sewing project ideas and patterns (ones that would be right up my alley, if I knew how to sew well), and room for instruction. One look at their class list made me jealous that there wasn't a shop like this in Lansing because I could see myself taking classes from them (JANE, maybe this is the niche that needs your creativity!).

Anyhow, since Stitch Cleveland was not a knit shop, my little shopping adventure took less time than I had hoped. So, now, I'm hanging out in a nearby Caribou Coffee, knitting, and thankful for the time to write an update (that, and the fact that I had the wherewithal to grab Chuck's laptop as I headed out the door). I'm two seconds away from grabbing my iPod to listen to as I type because, it's not the table of Greek men having a very loud and animated discussion (are all of their discussions loud and animated?) but its the guy sitting in the armchair next to me lecturing a poor, elderly, total stranger about how Cleveland "isn't the town it used to be." Did I mention that this guy was maybe in his late-30s? Maybe? I'm beginning to wonder if he's mining her for details on her life experiences....something that an author with next to no resources might do to gain perspective....its kind of sad and I'm having a hard time tuning him out into the background noise....

Ahh, that's better -- the iPod is indeed out and I'm using deadmau5's 4x4=12 to drown out the unwanted sound around me. So, where was I? Oh yeah, so now that you're pretty much caught up on the knitting, let me update you on the movies....

On DVD:

Legion: I can't help myself -- I enjoy mindless action movies, what can I say? I found myself last spring standing in Blockbuster and looking for one movie that Sylvain, Chuck, and I would actually watch together. This is what I picked, so watched together we did. I was picked on relentlessly afterwards. Yep, I can't write a synopsis or anything now, because I truly cannot recall the plot or even how it ends. It was that kind of movie.

Coco Before Chanel: The next time I went into Blockbuster, I picked up a movie for just myself and this was it. I didn't know a whole lot about Coco Chanel before, so found this movie interesting and enjoyed it.

The Wolfman: This movie was another intended for viewing by the whole family, but I can't say that it kept my interest at all -- it totally put me to sleep! Chuck thought it was a totally predictable story with mediocre acting. Maybe a hard-core werewolf fan would beg to differ....

Occasionally, I've been picking up movies that I want Sylvain to watch because I can't imagine him having a childhood without these films. Ladyhawke is one of these films; what's not to like? It had Rutger Hauer, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Matthew Broderick! A love story with magic and sword fighting. I loved watching this movie again; Sylvain did not want to watch it at all, so after just a few minutes, he left the room to find something else to do.

The Road: I read the novel several years ago, so pretty much knew what to expect. I remember feeling rather let down by my guys for one thing or another, so I decided to rent this movie as payback for family movie night knowing that it was going to be a downer. Yes, I'm that kind of a mother. Let's just say that both Chuck and Sylvain were as depressed as I knew they would be by this film -- nothing like using images of the Apocalypse to get your point across that you were not happy someone.

I've also started watching Mad Men, so have watched all of Seasons 1 and 2, and will begin with Season 3 when I have some real down-time to watch several episodes at once. (That won't happen until later this spring.) Let's just say that I'm happy to live in this day and age -- I'm not sure that I would make it in the business world if this show is an accurate portrayal. I'm no Peggy and certainly don't have the vixen ways of Joan.

The Runaways: I like Joan Jett much in the way that I like any other 80s band that comes onto the radio -- I'll listen to the song, sing along to the parts I know, but not make any effort to tune in another channel. So, I didn't know anything about Joan's previous band, The Runaways, before watching this film. It was news to me that she was in a band with Lita Ford -- someone I know only from her duet with Ozzy Osborne on "Close My Eyes Forever". This movie was mildly entertaining; whether much of the story was spot on as a biopic or not, I didn't care.

Date Night: Knowing that I would have a chance to see Mark Wahlberg shirtless was all that I needed to know to want to rent this movie; so, it was another selection of mine for family movie night. We enjoyed watching this movie of mistaken identity and mishap, so I would recommend this to anyone who's looking for movie-night fluff.

Grey Gardens: After watching this, I wish that I could get my hands on the original Grey Gardens documentary. Around the same time as I watched this film, I was also reading "Dead End Gene Pool" by Wendy Burden. In both, the main characters had been wealthy, but their eccentricities led to a detachment from the rest of the world. I couldn't help but be entranced with wonder at how anyone could live life in the way that these characters seemed to float through theirs: The Beales in their slow decay and The Burdens in their complete indifference for one another.

Rustlers' Rhapsody: Another one of my childhood favorites that I rented with the idea that Sylvain would enjoy it as much as I did. I thought the lure of seeing GW Bailey in a role other than Lt. Provenza from The Closer would've piqued Sylvain's interest enough to watch this movie with me, but I was 100% wrong. I watched it by myself anyways and fell back in love with this movie. Chuck later watched it by himself and remarked later that he was surprised to find it enjoyable (he rarely appreciates the same movies as me). How many movies are there where Andy Griffith plays the bad guy? Tom Berenger played the lead -- Rex O'Herlihan, the Singing Cowboy who rides town to town and settles any wrong-doing he encounters along the way; Marilu Henner and a very young Sela Ward play potential love interests.

Scott Pilgrim vs the World: I can't say that anyone in my house are big fans of Michael Cera....I enjoyed watching Arrested Development when it was on Fox, but didn't really watch the show because he in particular was on it. This was another family movie night selection and one that the three of us collectively thought was okay. The premise was that a teen named Scott Pilgrim needed to battle the seven evil exes of the girl he'd like to date with garage rock band drama in the background. We all thought some of the battles with the evil exes were a little lame, but, really, what did we expect?

Anne of the Thousand Days: This one has been in my queue forever and it seemed like its status was always "Very Long Wait", so I was really surprised when it finally arrived in my mailbox. I've had a long festering fascination with Henry VIII, so enjoyed seeing Richard Burton play the King set on destroying England to satisfy himself. Needless to say, this is one that I picked for myself and liked it. I didn't see Sylvain or Chuck having the patience to watch a movie about Anne Boleyn, so didn't even try to get them to watch it with me.

Salt: Chuck and I watched this one while Sylvain was out of town; usually, I'm a fan of Angelina Jolie's films, but found myself somewhat bored by this one. **Spoiler**: once it became revealed that she really was a Russian plant, I knew how the rest of the story would play out; just needed to watch the fine details of it all. And that revelation was very early on in the film. Let's just say that I got a lot of knitting done during this movie....

The Expendables: As I watched this movie, I couldn't help but wonder at what stars Sylvain would consider as the action-heroes of his generation. This movie seemed to have them all for me: Stallone (Rambo), Lundgren (He-Man), and Rourke (Harley Davidson). This was a straight out of the '80s movie: team of special ops freelancers are hired by a nameless figure to take down some dictator on a made-up island; things are blown-up; ladies in distress are saved; good guys show off their hearts of gold buried deep beneath a rough exterior. I was entertained, but I'm easy that way.....

That's it for DVDs; sitting at home and waiting for us to watch are: ¡Three Amigos!, Mary, Queen of Scots, and The White Diamond. Hopefully, I'll have some time this weekend when we get home tomorrow to watch these....

In the Theater:

Inception: I cannot imagine seeing this movie at home -- for me, this movie was meant to be seen on the big screen; the dream sequences depicted by Christopher Nolan were incredible and I felt thoroughly engrossed while watching this movie. Unfortunately, I can't really even tell you what this movie was about because I'm still debating with myself over what it all means several months after seeing it.

Red: I can best describe this movie as "The Expendables" for the geriatric crowd. Chuck and I were by far the youngest people in the theater; but that's not to say that the movie wasn't entertaining. How often does one see a Dame brandish a rocket launcher? Ugh, almost never. I'm still holding out that Judy Dench will get her chance if another 007 movie were made.

Skyline: I am 100% ashamed to admit that I saw this piece of shit movie in the theater. If you happened to have seen this at Celebration Cinema and was annoyed by someone loudly laughing during "important" scenes -- sorry, that was me. I don't walk out of theaters no matter what, and this movie tested my endurance. If a sequel is made for this film, then creativity has truly died in Hollywood. Then again, even Leprechaun had a sequel....

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 1): This book was boring to read, so likewise, the movie was also boring to watch. I would have much preferred a condensed amount of camping and not have split the book into two movies, but what do I know? I also could've gone without the near nudity of Hermione -- there's children in the audience for God's sake and the point of making Ron jealous could have been played out without that. Not that I'm a prude or anything, but if I had a younger child with me, I would've been disappointed by that unnecessary scene.....

Black Swan: This was an amazing movie about a ballerina pushed over the edge by the lead roles in a production of Swan Lake. I say "pushed over the edge" because she was crazy to begin with -- driven so by a mother who was living vicariously through her. I will never watch another episode of "That 70s Show" and think the same of Mila Kunis after watching the graphic girl-on-girl scenes that she was in with Natalie Portman.....I'm sure neither will Chuck and Mark who were sitting on each side of me and finding much more enjoyment in that part of the movie.

Tron: Legacy: Chuck, Sylvain, and I saw this in IMAX 3D and I still fell asleep! So, despite being in wonder at how Jeff Daniels can be reimaged to look like his '80s self to portray Clu, as well as Bruce Boxleitner to play Tron, and my enjoyment of Daft Punk's soundtrack, the "story" just didn't pull me in enough to stay awake.

I also saw a couple of Met Live in HD shows at the theater: Don Pasquale and La Fanciulla del West. Thru the HD broadcasts, I'm slowly broadening my horizons into opera and can say that I've enjoyed these shows. I am by no means a critic, so can't really comment on the production too much.

So, if you made it to the end of this, congratulations -- you're now caught up with what I've been watching while knitting. Next time, I'll give a quick run-down of the books I've been reading -- there's been quite a few over the past months.