I’ve been busy working, obsessively drinking tea and dreaming about crime.
Probably need to wrap up my Norwegian murder mystery binge on the Nesbo books soon. Reading 9 of them in the last couple of months, a lot of times right before I go to sleep, has been contributing to dreams with a menacing or downright violent content. Good thing is that I only have 1 more left.
By and large, they’ve been good. A couple would probably make decent movies if the right person got ahold of them. If the wrong person got ahold of them, they’d make standard crime movies – meh to blah. The thing so far with them is that after reading so many back to back bits of backstory that get repeated to bring new readers up to speed get a bit tedious. That and since I haven’t even heard that much Norwegian spoken much less do I speak it myself I have some problems with people and place names. When I can’t pronounce them or even imagine how they are pronounced it interrupts my flow.
Anyway, as throwaway time fillers, they mostly pass muster with me. So far, The Redbreast and The Snowman have been the ones I enjoyed the most. The Redbreast includes quite a bit of content about the role of Norway in WWII, with which I was unfamiliar.
New Godzilla movie? Totally worth a matinee price. We didn’t see it in 3D. My brother, the huge Godzilla fan, did see it in 3D & Imax and loved it. The human story is completely irrelevant, a waste of time and makes almost no logical sense. But the monster fights? Super awesome. As the OAM put it, they could have cut out 30 minutes of “plot” at the beginning, added 15 minutes more monster fighting and it would be have spectacular.
We also been watching Orange is the New Black, which has been decent. Odd to have a show about prison be sometimes humorous, but as a snapshot of life, I suppose that’s accurate. In almost every situation we can’t be serious 100% of the time.
And also Person of Interest. The dreams that come after bingeing on those are much more welcome than the crime dreams.
Saving Longmire up for when we get a backlog of new episodes. :) I’ve been slowly watching The Tudors when the boys are having their Saturday mornings out. Eh. It’s not awesome but has been okay. Never was terribly interested in that era of British history but have always remembered large chunks of the poem:
Bluff King Hal was full of beans
He married half a dozen queens
For three called Kate they cried the banns
And one called Jane, and a couple of Annes.
The first he asked to share his reign
Was Kate of Aragon, straight from Spain
But when his love for her was spent
He got a divorce, and out she went.
Anne Boleyn was his second wife.
He swore to cherish her all his life,
But seeing a third, he wished instead
He chopped off poor Anne Boleyn’s head.
He married the next afternoon
Jane Seymour, which was rather soon,
But after one year as his bride
She crept into her bed and died.
Anne of Cleves was number four.
Her portrait thrilled him to the core,
But when he met her face to face
Another royal divorce took place.
Catherine Howard, number five,
Billed and cooed to keep alive.
But one day Henry felt depressed,
The executioner did the rest.
Sixth and last was Catherine Parr
Sixth and last and luckiest far
For this time it was Henry who
Hopped the twig, and a good job too.