Eragon

This evening ellefurtle and I watched a DVD of Eragon, courtesy wallabok.

Interesting little movie which shows its Lord of the Rings heritage at every turn. Strangely clichéd dialogue, oddly clipped scenes which suggest that there is another, much longer movie on the cutting room floor - I felt like I'd watched the highlights reel from a very long saga. I can see that the kudos of being in a LOTR style movie might have been enough to attract the likes of Jeremy Irons, John Malkovich and Robert Carlyle, after all see what it's done for the career of Sir Gandalf Magneto, but really. You'd have thought they'd read the script before signing on the dotted line, wouldn't you. Unless they did, of course, and there's a much longer and rather better told movie lying on the cutting room floor. Jeremy Irons particularly missed out; he didn't have the chance to properly finish Obe-Wan-ing Eragon before he died, yet somehow despite that and with no Yoda input, there is our hero, all growed up and fighting like a veteran.

Hmm.

Still, at nothing, it was worth the price of admission and I'd gladly pay twice that to see it.

I don't know if the sequel will ever be made; I'm not sure it's worth it. Eragon II: The Kingdom Strikes Back it's all set up and ready.

Eragon

This evening ellefurtle and I watched a DVD of Eragon, courtesy wallabok.

Interesting little movie which shows its Lord of the Rings heritage at every turn. Strangely clichéd dialogue, oddly clipped scenes which suggest that there is another, much longer movie on the cutting room floor - I felt like I'd watched the highlights reel from a very long saga. I can see that the kudos of being in a LOTR style movie might have been enough to attract the likes of Jeremy Irons, John Malkovich and Robert Carlyle, after all see what it's done for the career of Sir Gandalf Magneto, but really. You'd have thought they'd read the script before signing on the dotted line, wouldn't you. Unless they did, of course, and there's a much longer and rather better told movie lying on the cutting room floor. Jeremy Irons particularly missed out; he didn't have the chance to properly finish Obe-Wan-ing Eragon before he died, yet somehow despite that and with no Yoda input, there is our hero, all growed up and fighting like a veteran.

Hmm.

Still, at nothing, it was worth the price of admission and I'd gladly pay twice that to see it.

I don't know if the sequel will ever be made; I'm not sure it's worth it. Eragon II: The Kingdom Strikes Back it's all set up and ready.

Coffee

Ah, coffee.

The first before I leave the house puts just enough intro my system to reboot my brane so that I can get as far as the office. My first in the office is of an altogether higher magnitude and I have five minutes scanning the news pages on the web while my synapses shake off the dust sheets and open the shutters for another day’s trading.

Right now I am about to make a second cup: it wouldn’t do to let caffeine levels fall too soon or I shall be face down on the keyboard filling the screen with xxxxxxxxxx’s before you can say ‘brain dead’. Maybe I should move my keyboard a little to the left so that when and or if it happens, I fill the screen with reams of another letter. “B” looks particularly beguiling for a change. The trouble is, of course, that I am just enough of a typist to know roughly where the keys are these days, so if I shift the keyboard slightly out of position, I risk hitting all the wrong keys and creating a simple little cipher, thus: Svyis;;u oy#d jstfrt yjsm oy ;ppld”. Normally when my typing goes wrong (i.e. it’s ok until I notice the first mistake and then, WHAMMO!), it comes out looking a little like dyslexic Norwegian. At least I can go back and work out what I tried to type, and the spell checker has a fighting chance.

Hmm. Better get and do something. Oh yes, more coffee. That was it.

Coffee

Ah, coffee.

The first before I leave the house puts just enough intro my system to reboot my brane so that I can get as far as the office. My first in the office is of an altogether higher magnitude and I have five minutes scanning the news pages on the web while my synapses shake off the dust sheets and open the shutters for another day’s trading.

Right now I am about to make a second cup: it wouldn’t do to let caffeine levels fall too soon or I shall be face down on the keyboard filling the screen with xxxxxxxxxx’s before you can say ‘brain dead’. Maybe I should move my keyboard a little to the left so that when and or if it happens, I fill the screen with reams of another letter. “B” looks particularly beguiling for a change. The trouble is, of course, that I am just enough of a typist to know roughly where the keys are these days, so if I shift the keyboard slightly out of position, I risk hitting all the wrong keys and creating a simple little cipher, thus: Svyis;;u oy#d jstfrt yjsm oy ;ppld”. Normally when my typing goes wrong (i.e. it’s ok until I notice the first mistake and then, WHAMMO!), it comes out looking a little like dyslexic Norwegian. At least I can go back and work out what I tried to type, and the spell checker has a fighting chance.

Hmm. Better get and do something. Oh yes, more coffee. That was it.

Shelf space....

A man cannot have too many TARDISes!


The new Flight Control TARDIS, for the 5 year old in your head.

*runs off laughing manically*

Shelf space....

A man cannot have too many TARDISes!


The new Flight Control TARDIS, for the 5 year old in your head.

*runs off laughing manically*