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1. ‘You know that you can’t have sex at all while you’re pregnant, don’t you?’ Week 6.
2. ‘Gosh, you’re bursting out of your clothes already.’ Week 7.
3. ‘You’re so big, are you sure you’re not carrying twins?’ Week 8.
4. ‘I thought you had either put on weight or were pregnant.’ Week 12.
5. ‘Hopefully you’ll have a girl first so that she can look after her brother.’ Week 12.
6. ‘Don’t open that window, you’re pregnant.’ Week 14.
7. ‘Oh, you’re definitely are pregnant aren’t you?’ Week 15.
8. ‘F**k, you’re huge.’ Week 19.
9. 'You’re tiny’. The next day, different person.
10. ‘Are you the right size and shape?’ Several times throughout.
11. ‘It’s a miracle’. Last week.
I won’t say that asking to touch my tummy is an invasive question because so far much of my family have just zoomed in anyway. All I see is a set of salad server hands heading for my belly. And then it’s too late. The grabbing hands grab all they can. Thank-you to those who have asked, I'm grateful.
It’s been a whirlwind sort of couple of weeks, but it seems I’m back in my blog seat. It feels a little strange and slightly lumpy but I’m sure I’ll get used to it again. I really wasn’t sure what was going to happen and it’s been distressing. So distressing that sometimes I even used clichés to help me through the crisis. But I’m here now and I wanted to say a massive thanks to those bloggers who supported and helped me thorough the mess, both publically and behind the curtains. It meant a lot to me and kept me sane. Well, as sane as I’m ever going to be.
In an Oscars-style mini-speech, I must extend some gratitude. Thank-you to Jon for sorting things out. A massive thank-you to Jake 5 for your understanding. I’ll be popping over to your new home regularly as I enjoy a drunken rant. Jake's new blog is the very atmospheric: http://www.cinemavoir.com/. A special, artistic thank-you goes to Fog for his colourful banner, poem and general support. A colossal thank-you to everyone who commented, gave me advice and who believed in and fought for my innocence. I couldn’t have done it without any of you. As Gary Glitter said, it’s good to be back.
So the story is that I’m pregnant, with child, have a bun in the oven, procreating, housing a new being. I’m now 31 weeks and all is going well. On a physical level anyway... on an intelligence level, sadly my film taste was affected by the fun and games of the first two trimesters. By accident and sometimes purpose, I watched fluffy, inane crappy crap that I couldn’t admit to seeing here on Orble. I had to think of my reputation you see. I watched films so predictable that I knew the ending from the title without even needing the superfluous synopsis. I won’t name names; I’ll let you imagine the scenes.
But now in my third trimester, my film zest has come back and it’s a relief. It’s just a pity that my short-term memory isn’t that great. Nor is my energy level. Sometimes I need reminding where I am and which film I’m watching, plus I shuffle a lot, but I think that can happen to anyone. The main thing is the zeal and intention are back and I’m grateful. Woo hoo.
The irony is that you can do that here on Orble. But you can’t speak if you have a specific complaint. You get shifted to the Writers Forum...but does anyone see it there?
My blog is gone. Someone else has it. And all my work.
Yes, I needed to post more, but I also needed to know it was in danger so I could do something about it.
‘Possible Worlds’ the Canadian annual film festival’s closing film, ‘Everything is Fine’ personifies a morose, introspective and atmospheric account of troubled adolescence with a fine craft. I am (extremely) behind with my write-up (and my blog in general), but I would still like to thank Mathieu Ravier, the artistic director of the festival for the chance to see his film and to meet him in person
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Rourke is a bleached-blond heavyweight still wrestling twenty years past his prime who inhabits a dour, beige world. Apart from the momentary and intermittent camaraderie of his ring mates, Ram (Rourke) is essentially alone. Well-meaning but clearly life-damaged, living in a trailer in New Jersey, Ram struggles to survive doing wrestling gigs on the weekend and working in a supermarket through the week.
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The rolling around of the Possible Worlds festival each year reminds me how fast time plods along. Especially this year...I can’t believe it’s already time for the mass marketing frenzy of Christmas. Anyway, enough of my blabbering, I should get back to the facts.
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I don’t care if I’m alone in my opinion about this film, but I have to announce that this was the most appalling film I’ve seen in ages. Again it was an in-flight film selection; I think high altitudes affect my brain. It messes with my mind and I can’t be trusted with my choices. But, on a more compassionate level, I don’t think it was entirely my fault, there were other factors involved.
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