I *heart* Joss Whedon (and that Shakespeare dude ain’t half bad, either) so was interested when I first heard about Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing, but now I’ve seen the trailer (Nathan Fillion! Amy Acker! Wesley!) I’m properly excited. Meep!
How about you? Do you fancy it? Or do you think the Branagh version (with the fabulous Emma Thompson) is the definitive adaptation?
Good morning! Hope you all had a spiffing Bank Holiday Weekend. Since we’re all back to work, I thought I’d distract you with tales of my weekend. I know, I’m too kind…
On Saturday, I headed to Dundee with my daughter to visit the Funk Fair. It was stuffed with vintage and retro pretties but we were very restrained. Okay, some hair slides by Love From Alice jumped into my bag, but they were impossible to resist I tell you. Impossible!
Next, we headed into H&M to get jeans for my girl. She had her first ever ‘trying things on in the shop’ experience which, thankfully, was a pleasant one. Then we stroked the nail polishes in Boots and the stationery in Paperchase and listened to Kasabian loudly in the car on the way home. Having an ‘Oh My Gosh; Eleven Years Old’ daughter isn’t so bad when she is Made Of Awesome.
On Sunday, I got my geek on. We took a family trip to our local cinema to see this:
Joss Whedon is one of my favourite writer/directors and I’d heard good things (thank you Matthew and Alistair!) about this film, so hopes were high. In short, we all loved it. Lots of thrills, in-jokes, cool moments and, above all, laughs. It might be a big-budget commercially-minded film, but it definitely has the Whedon magic.
Plus, yanno, this:
On Monday, my lovely parents had the children so that I could write. I’m in first zero draft mode on a new project that I’m super-excited about, so it was brilliant to have a few clear hours to work on it. I also edited a short story and wrote a couple of blog posts, so yay me.
Happy Friday y’all! In defiance of the dreich weather outside I’m spewing sunshine on this here blog. Enjoy…
1. A day that begins with a parcel of books is always going to be good. The very lovely YA author Karen Mahoney sent me both The Iron Witch and its sequel The Wood Queen as a prize for taking part in her writing challenge and their arrival has totally made my day. The writing community is joyful and supportive and something I am proud and honoured to be a part of. Thanks Kaz! (Now I just have to resist cracking those beautiful spines until AFTER I’ve got my word count for the day…)
2. You know how – usually after a few hits of firewater – people say things like ‘wouldn’t it be cool to make a film’? Well, my brilliant brother has done exactly that. He (and two talented friends) formed Hugawookie Films and they just completed a five minute film in two days for the Sci-Fi London 48 Hour Challenge. I’m in awe of what they’ve achieved in such a short time.
3. The Oatmeal’s cartoon on how to get likes on Facebook (top tip – create something awesome) and Hank Green’s video response. A grown man making a sing-a-long song about how to load a dishwasher is just the kind of endeavour that gives me hope for the future of mankind.
On Saturday the sun was shining and my husband was off gallivanting (climbing a hill) and my favourite daughter was home from her school trip so I donned an apron (yes, really) and did a passable impression of a domestic goddess. I baked flapjacks and lemon drizzle cake, I cleaned and tidied, I hung laundry on the line to dry and I sewed a couple of cushion covers. My mum came round for lunch and board games were played. It was a properly domestic, cosy and delightful day.
In the evening, just to balance things out, we watched Zombieland. I loved it. Woody Harrelson is a very funny man. I will warn you, however, that the first twenty minutes or so are pretty disgusting. I was starting to worry that it was all going to be a bit too graphic for my delicate sensibilities but I was already through the ‘worst’. Either that, or I just got used to close up shots of zombies spewing blood. Whatever.
It was Mother’s Day in the UK yesterday and I was awoken by my children bearing gifts. Green & Black’s chocolate, a beaded bracelet, homemade cards and… Mummy Puppet. My son made me in puppet form and I couldn’t be happier. I now have a partner in crime and someone to blame when things Go Wrong (“Mummy Puppet did it!”). Plus, as I pointed out to my bemused husband, I will now win any discussion that we put to the vote: Husband = 1 vote, Me = 1 vote, Mummy Puppet = 1 vote. Score.
My daughter tried to rename Mummy Puppet ‘Muppet’, but was vociferously overruled by my son. And, oddly, by Mummy Puppet herself. She’s actually quite strong-minded and, rather creepily, she sounds like Mr Punch. Hmm. She’s looking at me now. Staring, really. With… Intensity. Hold on, while I turn her to face the wall… That’s better.
I loved The Hunger Games and inhaled it in one heart-pounding session so I’m certainly interested to see the film adaptation. Interested and, of course, a little worried.
While the story is practically born-to-be-filmed, it would be such a shame if justice isn’t done. I’m concerned that the director won’t be able to stay true to the horror of the book while achieving a teen-friendly guidance rating. The trailer looks promising, though. What do you think?