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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Sunday, September 18, 2005
Yup – still alive. This job has been hard work and kept me busy, hence the lack of postage (no, not stamps). It’s also been weird being back in the mix of office politics. My last job was so laid back no one gave a monkey’s who got one of over who. But this place is full throttle. It’s not unpleasant. Just… I have to think about what I say before I say it a bit more. Which of course, for me, is tough. (“Accounts Boffin” springs to mind). Why do people have to be so… power hungry? You know? Can’t people just do their jobs and then go home? Why does our position at work hold so much appeal to us? Especially if it’s a position obtained by manipulation and blind-sighting rather than actually working hard? Weird weird species.
Finally got to see Pride & Prejudice. There’s something a little depressing about paying to see a movie you worked on, but then I did kinda snub the opportunity I did have to see it for free. Cause basically the people I worked on with this were arseholes in the first degree. A psychotic schizo rodent-like boss who seemed to get a kick out of telling me how shit I was; and Baron Greenback who used to sit on her bus-wide arse looking smug most the time.
* Deep Breath *
Anyway. I got a higher ranking on the credit than someone I deserved to have a higher ranking over, but didn’t actually have during the movie. Which means whichever blessed person put together the credits maybe knew what shit I was dealing with and corrected the matter. So, that made me feel rather chirpy whilst leaving the cinema.
And the movie? A damn sight better than I thought it would be. It has its problems. Keira Knightley has made an improvement, but her ‘isms a still forefront – regular pouting, her “I’m so cute aren’t I?” grin, and that kinda dead look behind her eyes. But… that said, she wasn’t as unbearable as I suspected she would be. I think there could’ve been a better actress in the role, but she’s watcheable and likeable, which I suppose is a start. Matthew Macfadyen is the one to watch anyway – yummy yummy yummy. And a great actor to boot – you really believe he’s who you’re watching, rather than feeling he’s an actor “doing” someone. (No filthy jokes thanks).
The film itself is also very good overall, but it has its dodgy moments – a hammy scene involving a ballroom of people disappearing in one of those “it’s only them” moments; and a rather implausibly well timed (albeit sexy) entrance from the mist. And a distinct lack of a steamy snog. I know it’s Austen – but people surely had a bit of a smooch, didn’t they? Ah well.
Right, more weekend mooching.
2:06 pm
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