I got ambushed by a pack of plot bunnies on Thursday for some reason, although sadly none of them were of any use for my main WIP, although one of the memorable ones provided the missing link for finishing off my Harry/Hedwig WIP - now all I have to do is find the time to write it. The other bunny that stuck with me was a pretty much complete ficlet (or maybe only a drabble) which I might actually commit to paper next time the writing bug takes me (whenever that's going to be).
I finally got around to doing some updates on t00b.net over the last couple of days. I've added a brief definition of the word t00b for those as don't know, in the hope of confusing them further. I've also started work on the profiles section suggested by
queerasjohn a long time ago - a preview can be seen here or here. If anyone wants to start playing around now, drop me an email, otherwise I'll dish out passwords when I've finished working on it.This weekend I've been busily doing nothing. Plans for my usual Saturday foray into town were conquered by apathy as there wasn't anything on at the pictures that I particularly wanted to see that would get me in home to watch my horses from the office sweepstake fail miserably to come anywhere useful in the Grand National. Today I managed not to get out of bed until way past noon, an the afternoon seems to have vanished without me getting anything of note done. Bleh.
Last night, I rewatched Casablanca for the I-don't-konw-how-manyeth time. Despite all the competition, it manages to remain my all-time favourite movie (not an original choice, I know, but maybe there's a reason for that). It's proof that you don't need a massive budget of flashy special effects to make a truly great movie (although they paid a record sum for the play on which the film was based, and the whole cardboard-cut-out plane with midgets thing is very effective). What it does have is a fantastic script and great acting - and that's really all you need.
Casablanca probably has more memorable lines than any other film I've seen - not to mention the memorable misquotes such as the title of this post. It's not a comedy, but has more than its fair share of laughs. And there's one of the most powerful scenes in film history - the Nazis are singing their German drinking song, leaving the rest of the caf&eactute; somewhat subdued until the noble resistance leader has the band strike up the French national anthem, leading a sweeping wave of patriotism which soon drowns out the bad guys. OK, so you probably have to see it, but it's a real tear-jerker, I assure you - although being able to sing along with La Marseillaise helps combat that.
Here's looking at you, kid.
April 6 2003, 12:03:10 UTC 18 years ago
As for playing aroudn with t00b.net - whenever you feel like handing out passwords. XD