You can see the entire Somerville Christmas light gallery HERE.
You can see the entire Somerville Christmas light gallery HERE.
The Year Without a Santa Claus (1974) the voices of the damned
Oh god, it’s another Rankin-Bass monstrosity! Why do these Rankin-Bass movies never make any sense? Is it really that hard to make a Christmas film with a coherent plot? Their movies remind me of craft projects made by little kids: They start out with a solid concept and somewhere along the way it just becomes a Frankenstein’s monster of Elmer’s glue, glitter, feathers, and Froot Loops. Read the rest of this entry »
Here are a couple of videos of Serif bounding around in the snow. Despite not capturing it on that second video, she did eventually find the tennis ball.
Erin and Larry and I will be leaving for our grand cross-country adventure on Tuesday night. Several of you have asked if we will be blogging about the trip. I do hope to do a little blogging about the trip, yes. I also know that sometimes we will be getting to our hotels a little late, so please don’t expect updates here every day.
We have also set up a Twitter account so you can have an idea of where we are throughout the day and what mini-adventures we have along the way. It’s at twitter.com/TheEpicRoadTrip. You can expect to see the first posts there on Tuesday night. None of us has much experience with Twitter but we’ll do our best.
Wish us luck!
Today is a day of mourning in the DocSmartypants household. Looks like our condo deal has died. The seller is being completely inflexible and, quite frankly, stupid.
I am working hard to manage my disappointment and frustration, but I have to say that I’m taking it pretty hard. I had a good feeling about the place, and we made them a very reasonable counter offer, and I can’t help feeling that they are just being, as my friend Jen put it, greedy asshats.
And with that said, our condo hunt continues.
I had all this stuff I was going to blog about, but instead I took a nerd test. I blame Nerd God Jen.
But look! I am a Cool Nerd Queen! Jealous?
Actually, I don’t really know what they’re basing this on. I mean, clearly my pathetic math skills dragged down the Science/Math category, but I read an awful lot of literature to have only earned a 93% on that one. I think the test needs to be longer.
Back in May I mentioned that I had been keeping a list of all the films I was watching, a list I started on January 1, 2007. Well it’s 2008 now and I’ve typed up the complete list of the movies I watched in the year 2007. I only recorded movies I watched all the way through, and I didn’t include TV miniseries (though I guess the Anne of Green Gables movies may have originally aired more like a miniseries, I don’t remember).
I was actually surprised that I didn’t watch even more movies, but then I realized that we watched A LOT of TV shows this year. And I don’t just mean the stuff that was on each week. We watched all of House, Black Books, the BBC’s Robin Hood, Horatio Hornblower, etc. Actually, it’s probably best that I don’t try to figure out exactly how many hours I burned through in this way. I probably could have written the great American novel, but what can I say? Doctor Who was on.
It is also possible that a few movies never got written down—Can I possibly have gone 365 days without watching Pride & Prejudice? Unlikely—but I was actually pretty careful about keeping the list, so with that in mind, onto the list!
24-Hour Party People x 2
The 40-Year-Old Virgin
Anne of Avonlea x 2
Anne of Green Gables x 2
Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story
Around the World in 80 Days (2004)
Ball of Fire
Bedknobs and Broomsticks
Blades of Glory
The Bourne Identity
The Bourne Supremacy
Children of Men
Christmas in Connecticut
Death at a Funeral
Doctor Who (movie)
Eight Men Out
Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer
Flags of Our Fathers
Fever Pitch (UK version)
Francis Covers the Big Town
Francis Goes to West Point
Forgive and Forget
The Full Monty
Harold & Maude
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix x 2
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Heart and Souls
Hot Fuzz x 4
Human Traffic x 2
I am Legend
It’s a Wonderful Life
Lady in the Water
The Lake House
Last Action Hero
The Legend of 1900
Lilies of the Field
Little Miss Sunshine
Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring
Lord of War
Lucky Number Slevin
Memoirs of a Geisha
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
A Mighty Heart
Music and Lyrics
My Super Ex-Girlfriend
Night at the Museum
The Nightmare Before Christmas
The Nightmare Before Christmas 3-D
Night Watch x 2
The Painted Veil
Pay It Forward
The Pink Panther (2006)
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest
The Producers (2005)
Pump Up the Volume
Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical
Return to Me
Running With Scissors
The Russians are Coming, the Russians are Coming
The Science of Sleep
The Secret of NIMH
Sense & Sensibility x 2
Shaun of the Dead
Shrek the Third
Singin’ in the Rain
Some Like It Hot
Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny
Trust the Man
V for Vendetta
While You Were Sleeping
The White Countess
You Can’t Take it With You
This is the story of the time I almost killed a man with my bare hands. That time? Was at about 6:20 on a Sunday morning about a week ago.
Larry and I, having stayed up late watching Black Books and working on Christmas stuff, decided to call it a night at about 3:15 am. Once our TV was off and there was nothing to distract us, we couldn’t help but notice the very loud party going on in the apartment across the hall. This is the apartment formerly occupied by the suspicious German super spy, who one neighbor once thought had died in there. But that’s another story. Recently the apartment was taken over by some new guy.
As Larry brushed his teeth I pondered how it was that anyone could fail to notice they were being so loud. I pitied the poor schlubs who live above and below this guy. As I flipped off the bedroom light and crawled into bed I noticed I could hear his party more clearly due to my position near the window—open slightly to keep us from broiling in our stuffy home. As I lay there in the dark listening to the goings on I commented to Larry, already on his way to Slumberland, that I was caught halfway between not caring and being baffled that anyone could be so clueless or inconsiderate. I listened to people come and go for a while, drunkenly stumbling up and down the stairs, grabbing taxis outside. I tried to identify exactly what the bad music was they were listening to but finally gave up.
By a little after 4 things had started to wind down. It was finally quiet enough for me to fall asleep and my last thoughts were: Oh well, perhaps it was his birthday.
At 6:20 am I woke to the sounds of a loud Italian wedding reception in full swing outside my window. How the hell, I wondered blearily, did they fit so many people into that little alleyway? ‘S just not possible. Besides, who holds an Italian wedding at 6 on a Sunday? It’s just silly. But sure enough, now fully awake, I could hear music and talking bouncing loudly and clearly off of the walls outside and echoing back into my room.
Oh. Right. The neighbor.
Apparently opening a bar across the hall wasn’t enough. Now he had opened a movie theater with THX surround sound.
And he was watching The Godfather.
As an aside, let me just say that I have never actually seen The Godfather, but that the movie was playing so loudly that I could still identify it. My assumption would later be confirmed, but I’ll get to that in a moment.
Now I was mad. “I’m going to kill this guy,” I said as I struggled to close the window. “With my bare hands.” Larry, who could sleep in the middle of a rock concert…on stage…woke just enough to help me with the window and then started to fall back asleep. But I couldn’t sleep because I could still hear this movie. I walked into the living room to see if sleeping on the couch would help, but there was no place in my apartment where I could escape The Godfather. Dialog and yelling and music all filtered through as clearly as if it was on in one of my own rooms.
I asked Larry if I should go ask the guy to turn it down. He said no, just put on a CD and go back to bed. But I couldn’t find a relaxing bedtime CD because I have trouble sleeping with music on so I don’t own any CD of consistently mellow tunes. I tried putting cotton in my ears, but I could still hear The Godfather. I started to feel like I might weep with tiredness and frustration. I looked through every CD, finally grabbing Moby, rummaged around to plug in the old alarm clock, then stared in dismay when I realized it only plays off of an MP3 player (mine needed to be charged). Larry told me to put it in the DVD player but I couldn’t figure out the system in the bedroom, which is a rarely used mess of old scavenged electronics. Larry couldn’t even get it to work and I finally said, “Forget it! I will put it on in the living room and sleep there.” So at 7 am, having determined Moby to be too energetic, I burrowed down in my blanket on the world’s most uncomfortable couch, with a blues radio station playing something about “Nobody loves me” and tried to ignore that I could still hear The Godfather under it all. At some point, I thought, I’ll just pass out.
Five minutes later I heard people coming up the stairs. At last, outraged fellow tenants! I ran to the door to look out the peephole.
Holy bajolies, someone called two of Boston’s finest!
I have never been so happy to see an officer of the law in my entire life. They banged on the door for a while and finally one went back downstairs to ring the guy’s door buzzer, which was loud enough for everyone in the building except this guy to hear. Of course, with how loud the film must have been in his apartment I’m surprised his ear drums didn’t just burst. The cops continued pounding on the door and I heard one of them comment “The Godfather” with a sort of appreciative tone in his voice. Finally, Noisy Boy says through his door, “It’s OK, I’m going to bed. Sorry.” The cops found this amusing and after assuring Noisy Boy that no, he really did need to open his door, the fellow finally opened up. He was somehow blissfully unaware that, as one officer put it, “you could hear the TV all the way down the block.”
I won’t bore you with the details of the conversation, except to say that my new neighbor is clearly a tool (and possibly an Amish guy on Rumspringa), but eventually the cops left and I had some peace and quiet. Of course I was now completely awake, but at least I didn’t have to listen to The Godfather anymore.
I really miss the suspicious German super spy. The worst thing he ever did was make us think he was dead. The new neighbor I just wish was dead.