posted by
damerell at 03:16pm on 27/06/2019
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I was given three things to write about.
Spider plants I am drawing a bit of a blank on. I own one plant, the daughter^n of a https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bryophyllum_daigremontianum which I got when I was 13; I have kept it this long since they are almost impossible to kill.
I am perhaps being slightly unfair in not counting the mass of brambles etc in the front garden, which I was happy enough to count as mine while eating the crop of blackberries last year.
Mead is easy. When I was an undergraduate I'd buy cases of Moniack mead from Highland Wineries, which at the time was still in Moniack castle in Scotland and came in impressive octagonal bottles, then sell it on at enough of a markup to count 2 bottles as clear profit from each case. Dark mead is good for hangovers.
A friend of mine still has an octagonal bottle of the stuff which he doles out dribbles of, insisting the recipe has changed in the last 20 years and is not as good now. I dunno; I think his bottle tastes different because it _is_ 20 years old.
Tolkien you know about, but to introduce something personal, I've found the Peter Jackson films have shrunk on me; I was quite impressed with them at first but rewatching has made their flaws more and more apparent; both the extended editions and the utter travesty of the Hobbit have a lot more of the self-indulgent nonsense that mars the films, and once you notice it, you can't stop noticing it.
I did get through the Silmarillion once but nothing after that; as far as I can make out the later "Tolkien" is like a series of fishcakes with increasingly small amounts of JRRT fish and larger amounts of Christopher Tolkien potato. I know CT can't actually lack money but it sure feels as if he digs up more of his father's notes every time the gas bill is due.
Spider plants I am drawing a bit of a blank on. I own one plant, the daughter^n of a https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bryophyllum_daigremontianum which I got when I was 13; I have kept it this long since they are almost impossible to kill.
I am perhaps being slightly unfair in not counting the mass of brambles etc in the front garden, which I was happy enough to count as mine while eating the crop of blackberries last year.
Mead is easy. When I was an undergraduate I'd buy cases of Moniack mead from Highland Wineries, which at the time was still in Moniack castle in Scotland and came in impressive octagonal bottles, then sell it on at enough of a markup to count 2 bottles as clear profit from each case. Dark mead is good for hangovers.
A friend of mine still has an octagonal bottle of the stuff which he doles out dribbles of, insisting the recipe has changed in the last 20 years and is not as good now. I dunno; I think his bottle tastes different because it _is_ 20 years old.
Tolkien you know about, but to introduce something personal, I've found the Peter Jackson films have shrunk on me; I was quite impressed with them at first but rewatching has made their flaws more and more apparent; both the extended editions and the utter travesty of the Hobbit have a lot more of the self-indulgent nonsense that mars the films, and once you notice it, you can't stop noticing it.
I did get through the Silmarillion once but nothing after that; as far as I can make out the later "Tolkien" is like a series of fishcakes with increasingly small amounts of JRRT fish and larger amounts of Christopher Tolkien potato. I know CT can't actually lack money but it sure feels as if he digs up more of his father's notes every time the gas bill is due.
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Teh Hobbit films, especially 2 and 3 really disappointed me. There was too much padding and too much that was wrong in a bad way (like the giant gold dwarf). I could live with Tauriel.
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The other two had some good scenes here and there, but way way too much padding.