Blindingly easy one this week: My Favourite Movie of All Time.
Well, for a start, we call them ‘films’ over here, donchaknow.
And for a follow-up, this is absolutely the easiest FTSF I’ve ever done. I can answer it in a heartbeat.
While my fave isn’t particularly sophisticated (though I suppose some of the effects were, for the time it was made), it’s a movie I cherish.
I know I called it a ‘movie’ there, but y’all are American over at FTSF, so if I pretend it’s to better integrate with ye, then I can carry on kidding myself that my staunch bedrock of English culture isn’t slowly being eroded (E-rooooooooooooooooooooooooooded!) by
cheap lovely imports.
I cherish it because it’s the first feature film I remember seeing, and seeing repeatedly.
Niece and Neff like to watch the same things over and over, and maybe it’s genetic, but I know I’ve seen this film so many times that watching it feels like walking in through my own front door and sitting down with a cuppa.
Even the title music makes me feel all gooey.
Flight of the Navigator
a.k.a. the most STUPENDOUS and still un-topped movie of my all-time.
Ohhhhhhh I just watched this video and I swear to you, my whole body erupted in goose bumps!
And you know the best thing?
I have this track on CD, so I can just plug it in and any time I want I’m flying that spaceship, baby!
In spite of the total awesomeness of the Pink Pancakes yesterday, there seems to have been some confusion over the whole eggs/dairy issue. Perhaps it was badly written.
Yes, Sis and I both know that eggs do not = dairy
(Presumably) whichever health professional suggested cutting them out of Neff’s diet for now, also knew this.
But because we’re children of the 80’s, back when you got shown a ‘food wheel’ like the one below and eggs were in with cheese, butter, milk, and anything else freshly squeezed from a bovine, for the intents and purposes of our easy understanding, conversation and ongoing relationship,
Eggs = Dairy
To be fair, eggs are an anomaly. They’re neither taken forcibly from the animal nor are they a part of it chopped up for our consumption. If you try to Google ‘food wheel’, even current data can’t work out what to do with the egg – some put it in with fish and meat, others in with breads and starch. If, yesterday, I’d tried to describe the egg as ‘fish’ instead of ‘dairy’, I should imagine the comments would have been a lot worse.
Thanks for listening, and have another gratuitous peek at the awesomeness that incited near riots…
My Announcement, and terribly important, so it is, too!
The whole ‘ten things of thankful’ has been going really well and has been rather excellently received.
So I’m extending the challenge.
I’m planning to turn it into a blog hop (and believe me, finding a day which doesn’t clash with anyone else’s is just a *nightmare* so it’s going to be a Saturday deal so that people can continue to join in over the weekend.
(I nearly wanted to do it on a Monday, but that would be cruel, because it’s hard enough to find two things good on a Monday without having the pressure of an additional 8 hanging over you!)
Over the course of the week, I’ll be
begging Husby to making a beautiful ‘Ten Things of Thankful‘ button to share, tearing my hair out learning how to use the linking tool by Inlinkz and desperately trying to corner conducting interviews for a co-host or two.
Any applications may be made via email or comment box *blows dust off both*
See you in a week with a lovely update!
Back in real life, it’s been a gorgeous, picnicky kind of a day, with an impromptu visit to feed the ducks at a local river. Afterwards, ice-lollies at the ready, Neff and I went on an adventure to see how many fish we could see (704, but only four of them were big. And by big, I mean probably 6 inches).
It utterly poured with rain on Thursday all day, non-stop, so I wore my big, waterproof boots. And there’s nothing like strolling past a golf-course, alongside a river with the sun blazing down and the ducks all staying in the shadows to make you wish to bloody everything that you’d thought to bring flip-flops instead.
Then I made a joke about Neff going for a quick swim.
He spent the remainder of the walk trying to find a place where the path was close enough to the surface of the river to complete this idea! In the end, we found a sheltered, odd patch of concrete beyond a bridge where he could sit, take his shoes and socks off and dunk his feet in the river.
Me: What’s it like?
Neff: FREEZING! I love it.
Me: Good for you.
Neff: You do it too…
And because life’s too short, my feet were too hot, and I was in a ‘what the hell’ kind of mood, I took life by the throat, peeled off my boots and socks, and sat down next to the boy with my arm around him and my feet in the river. Bliss.
|What do you mean “The feet are too elegant and the water’s too clean”?|
|After not too long, he decided that dunking feet was too boring and tried to climb further in, began splashing and covering his feet with grass so he could wash them off. I totally joined in, even to the point where I had him under his arms and he was standing on my feet, in the river, singing about what a wonderful time he was having standing feet-on-feet in the river.|
Upon arriving home for the sleepover, both kids were hot and tired, so I bunged them an ice pole each and set about filling up my tin bath in the garden. They went out and splashed and poured water and shot each other with super soakers and had a marvellous time. The best bit was that Husby minded them while they did this, so that I could have a shower. We’ve got this tag-team thing DOWN!
…course, then he went out for the evening, but he stayed for the part which had most potential to be an utter nightmare.
Yesterday I had a stupid argument on a stupid site which will remain nameless as to whether music and mathematics link up, cross over, and there’s a case to be made for an algorithm which could ‘rate’ the musicality of any given tune based on its numbers (tones, harmonics, rhythms etc)]
I was volubly shouted down by
morons the people I was conversing with, and I want further feedback from what I know will be a far more sophisticated group.
Well, obviously Niece and Neff were willing participants.
But this is my First Time.
And at the moment, I’m 1 for 1 on ‘Sleepover’.
Total ‘Party In Honour Of Me’ moment
As a final ‘thing’ and so I don’t miss another day! (Join in from next week…)
Ten Things of Thankful #9
1. Neff, Niece, Sis and Husby
3. Getting to reminisce about Flight of the Navigator
4. Sleeping children
5. I got to watch Ratatouille for the first time – it’s surprisingly not bad
6. Lovely home with 2 bedrooms so I can have the kids to stay over
7. Dunking my feet in the river and watching passers-by look visibly envious
8. Having an ice lolly
9. Waking up tomorrow morning Feeling Responsible For Someones Else
10. The impromptu, cardboard blackout blinds work really well.