Category Archives: Movies

Pollyanna and the Lost Weekend

Lyda here.

I wasn’t actually lost this weekend, just… misplaced. But only slightly. (It was not at all like this Lost Weekend.)

I was in LA visiting friends. One of the things we did was go to a fabulous restaurant in Santa Monica called The Lobster. It’s right at the entrance to the pier, with an 180-degree view of the ocean and the pier. The whole evening was amazing – incredible food, excellent mixed drinks (I wasn’t driving), and an elegantly casual atmosphere. Elegantly casual is hard to pull off if you aren’t Audrey Hepburn, but they do it well.

If you go, ask if Patrick can be your waiter. He was terrific. Listen to his recommendations on the food and you can’t go wrong.

And also?  Best. Oysters. Ever.

Pollyanna and Socks In Space!

Lyda here.

So, my fellow Pollyanna and enabler Anna-Liza emailed me this awesome link:

What happens on the bridge of the Enterprise when the cameras are off

I won’t spoil it, but I will reveal that it does involve fiber of several varieties.

I am knitting another set of baby booties because – booties! And last night I was knitting away and I thought, “Knitting socks can’t be much harder than this, right?”

And the last time I was at Home of Crack, um, I mean Jo-Ann’s, there were two skeins of purple yarn that was on deep discount and I hardly hesitated at all before scooping it up. Even though it is for making lace, which I swore I would never do. But it’s so pretty and soft and it has sequins! I’m not made of stone, people!

Yes, I am starting to see more complicated knitting looming in my future. And not the “maybe when I’m a thousand and ten” future… much sooner than that.

So I emailed Anna-Liza:

Help me, Obi Wan Ka-knitty, you’re my only hope!

Pollyanna lives!

It’s alive! Alive!!! Bwahahahaha!

Lyda here.

I spent the holiday weekend moving from original Chez Disney (which was a condo owned by my friends/landlords) to the new and improved Chez Disney (which is a house in the hills that they just bought), and then recovering from moving.

And then work was insane this week.

Once again, real life interfered with my blogging.

But I’m alive to tell the tale.

I won’t actually tell you the tale, because it would bore y’all silly. Suffice it to say, I was Zombie for a Week.

Instead, here are two things for you to ponder on:

Deep blue planet is almost but not quite completely unlike Earth

What Barbie would look like as a real woman

Up next:  Completed baby booties! Exciting!

Pollyanna meanders like a zombie

Lyda here.

Okay, y’all have to check out Les Chats Ninjas (Ninja Cats). Too funny!

And this post on The Blogess, about a very odd text message she received. Make zombies much?

And anyway, I am totally adding The Blogess to our blog roll. Because wine. And tons of funny stuff. Holy Taxidermy, Batman!     Also, her shop rocks. How did she know I heart zombies? And the Sith Master needs one of these. And I need this on a coffee cup. Or a wine glass… And OMG, check this one out. Is that one only funny if you’re from Texas? Nope, didn’t think so.

The Sith Master and I saw Man of Steel on the Saturday of the weekend it came out. We liked it a lot. Great cast, interesting storyline, lots of action. Scenes with the new Superman with his shirt off. I don’t care what my roommate says, I can enjoy looking at Henry Cavill if I want to.

And I do want to.

Favorite quote from the movie:

Lois Lane: They say it’s all downhill after the first kiss.

Clark Kent/Superman: Only if you’re kissing a human.

That’s what he said.

But I digress…

Last weekend the Sith Master and I went to see World War Z. Of course we did.

Fast-paced action sequences, thought-provoking ideas, zombies that were different from normal (if there is a “normal zombie” – a contradiction in terms – these ain’t them; these zombies are fast and predatory). It’s pretty scary. Not for little kids, or even older kids. Not for adults who can’t handle the scary. It’s not too gory, though.

Yes, the “they’re coming to get you Barbara” zombie scenes are scary. But also, the plot is scary on an intellectual level, in a “is this how governments would react?” way.

And before the movie, I was telling him about people at work leaving food lying around to rot, and I said, “That’s how zombies are made.”

New catchphrase! Yes, another one. No, I don’t think I have too many already. Well, how many is too many?…

Look, go have some sweet tea and stop making me digress...

Power outage? That’s how zombies are made.

Killer stereo? That’s how zombies are made.

Texting while driving? That’s how zombies are made.

Late package delivery? That’s how zombies are made.

Lame party snacks? That’s how zombies are made. If it’s too late, the zombies prefer Doritos. Just a public service announcement.

Not getting your recommended weekly allowance of weirdness?

That’s how zombies are made.

I predict that this phrase will sweep across the world like, well, like a zombie plague.

But less bitey.

Pollyanna drops names, not stitches

Lyda here. Well, okay, I drop stitches too. But this time, it’s about names.

Knitting attracts some fabulous folks.

Famous knitters in real life include Eleanor Roosevelt, Joan Crawford, and Katherine Hepburn.

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Russell Crowe. (Do you think he’s really knitting? But how could I resist?)

Knitters on TV and in movies include Lucy & Ethel. And animated chickens.

And of course, there are knitters in art.

Our list would not be complete without including these two literary knitters. “…the best of knitters, the worst of knitters…”

The worst:  Not unskilled, but certainly the most evil – Madame Defarge of A Tale of Two Cities (shown here in a illustration from the novel)

My favorite parody is Cloris Leachman in History of the World – so poor she doesn’t have yarn, just needles. “We don’t even have a language! Just a stupid accent!”

The best of knitters:

Agatha Christy’s Miss Marple

(depicted here by the marvelous Julia MacKenzie)

 

Makes you want to pour a cuppa and knit with her, doesn’t it?