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ZOMG eleventy and *ded*: Moses Jones. Nginnibarnnoigles. Is it me, or is Eamonn Walker the most insanely MALE human on the entire fucking planet (and just getting better and better with age)? Sings. Drums. That goddamn frightening Smile. Someone invent a word for "squeeing so hard you're imploding and exploding at the same time..."
(Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know Matt Smith's in it. Don't care :) Eamonn's been top of my tottie list since his The Bill days. Let a girl perv in peace, eh).
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CTPA mit dye: not ded! phew :) Childhood allergy-lungstop hummed and haed about; we decided to proceed despite risk; thankfully uneventful, which is good 'cos I'd have been very pissed off not knowing how Apaches ended[1]. Extraordinarily interesting from a sense POV, though... I mean you wouldn't want to do it every day, but it was rewardingly bizarre.
Room too dimly lit to find out anything interesting techwise - other than this machine's insanely irritating pre-record was female, not male.
One down, one to go.
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Quote of the day: hubby, pre-CT: "Ring and cancel. I don't want you to have an anagram".
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[1] More fool me. I wouldn't have missed nothin'. I like Carcaterra's set-up, the little mini-bios of the rogue cops etc (wounded warriors go vigilante, sort of thing), but the actual *story* was... well, utter crap really. Some genuinely interesting characters, but they're given nowhere to go, and the fact the villains were all about as three-dimensional as a very small flat dot took all the wind out of the piece very early on. Lots of ZOMG the Evul Baddie Mastermind Woman Is Woman! I mean Bad! shockie stuff, which just came across as largely titillatory in intent (ZOMG DED BABEEZ etc, plus the repulsive Let's Liven This Up With Child Abuse Details thing). Especially since she's supposed to be this incredibly clever amazing villain person, yet her characterisation is almost entirely limited to labeldrop descriptions of *what she is wearing*. Tossing her head and pouting seductively while the straps of her Gucci dress fall over her shoulders, distracting the man she spouts Dynasty-type lines at then shoots. Because SHES EVUL DUH. (The Good Womens die too, but they get to go weepy about Hurt!Children and unsignpostedly gush over the hero first.)
Very disappointing all round. Feels like he ran out of steam after the backstories & initial setup... shame really, because even allowing for the very US "sentimental sacrifice" sort of theme it could really have worked. I *love* rogue cops :) and something a little tighter and nastier and less about teh cheap thrill would have been wonderful. Boomer and Dead-Eye in an urban Hap & Leonard style adventure, sort of thing.... Ah well. I want doesn't get, as they say :)
Now halfway through Spook Country - good fun.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know Matt Smith's in it. Don't care :) Eamonn's been top of my tottie list since his The Bill days. Let a girl perv in peace, eh).
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CTPA mit dye: not ded! phew :) Childhood allergy-lungstop hummed and haed about; we decided to proceed despite risk; thankfully uneventful, which is good 'cos I'd have been very pissed off not knowing how Apaches ended[1]. Extraordinarily interesting from a sense POV, though... I mean you wouldn't want to do it every day, but it was rewardingly bizarre.
Room too dimly lit to find out anything interesting techwise - other than this machine's insanely irritating pre-record was female, not male.
One down, one to go.
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Quote of the day: hubby, pre-CT: "Ring and cancel. I don't want you to have an anagram".
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[1] More fool me. I wouldn't have missed nothin'. I like Carcaterra's set-up, the little mini-bios of the rogue cops etc (wounded warriors go vigilante, sort of thing), but the actual *story* was... well, utter crap really. Some genuinely interesting characters, but they're given nowhere to go, and the fact the villains were all about as three-dimensional as a very small flat dot took all the wind out of the piece very early on. Lots of ZOMG the Evul Baddie Mastermind Woman Is Woman! I mean Bad! shockie stuff, which just came across as largely titillatory in intent (ZOMG DED BABEEZ etc, plus the repulsive Let's Liven This Up With Child Abuse Details thing). Especially since she's supposed to be this incredibly clever amazing villain person, yet her characterisation is almost entirely limited to labeldrop descriptions of *what she is wearing*. Tossing her head and pouting seductively while the straps of her Gucci dress fall over her shoulders, distracting the man she spouts Dynasty-type lines at then shoots. Because SHES EVUL DUH. (The Good Womens die too, but they get to go weepy about Hurt!Children and unsignpostedly gush over the hero first.)
Very disappointing all round. Feels like he ran out of steam after the backstories & initial setup... shame really, because even allowing for the very US "sentimental sacrifice" sort of theme it could really have worked. I *love* rogue cops :) and something a little tighter and nastier and less about teh cheap thrill would have been wonderful. Boomer and Dead-Eye in an urban Hap & Leonard style adventure, sort of thing.... Ah well. I want doesn't get, as they say :)
Now halfway through Spook Country - good fun.