Books & shelving

Lately I've kind of been obsessing over shelving. Especially bookshelves. Mostly because I have what Mr Rubyslippers would call a metric fuck ton of books. And dvds. We have nine, yes, NINE, bookcases in our bedroom and Spare Oom, and the depressing thing is that I've left hundreds of books at my parents' house because there was nowhere to put them here, and I kind of miss them. I mean, I probably wouldn't be reading them anyway, but I miss having them around. Books to me are twofold: they are awesome to read AND they look awesome on a shelf. Maybe it's the collector in me, but I just love the look of rows of books. Especially if there's a full series. MMm. This is probably why I still look out for the Nancy Drews I don't have, even though I haven't read one for years. I am a completist.

Anyway, lately I've been saving a lot of pictures of bookshelves and just shelving in general. Some practical, some not at all, but still totally awesome.

This is what I've always wanted: a full wall of shelving (except mine would go all the way up to the ceiling, because, really, that's just wasted space up there!)

Another one that's pretty awesome:

But then I see awesome things like this, and I want them, no matter how much space they waste:

Clearly I like tree-shaped things. :-)

And then I get into swirly shapes, and it just sets my heart aflutter:

And my personal favourite:

Look, another tree:

I love the idea of this, even though the book-lover in me cringes at the idea of leaving a book lying open face-down like that. It's SO bad for the spine! But look how cute, like a little birdhouse!

This is so elegant:

And this is completely crazy:

I'm so obsessed with interior decor at the moment!

Randoms & Ramblings

Just a bit of a brain-dump for you this fine Wednesday night; or actually, early Thursday morning.

Pick 'n Pay has started making their own Jaffa Cakes. Result? One very thrilled Mr Ruby Slippers, and one "suddenly-really-liking-guzzling-Jaffa-cakes-late-at-night-oh-shit-this-is-bad" Mrs Ruby Slippers. I've already gained enough weight this year. I could barely fit into my wedding dress anymore at my TTD. It's all this sitting on my lazy ass in front of the computer all day I'm doing now. Gah.

I just watched season one of Beverly Hills 90210 (the original one; that all my friends and I were obsessed with when we were 12/13, not the shitty remake/re-imagining). It's so awesome. TOTALLY cheesy, and so dripping with moral messages that you could sink and drown in them, but I'm loving it! I'm so getting season 2 ASAP.

I just about died during the Grey's Anatomy season finale. I don't know how I'm going to wait until September to see what happens. One of the best finales EVER, I thought. Unlike Lost, which was, as I suspected, a huge letdown. I should have stopped after season one. Clearly, like Heroes, they had a fantastic premise which just couldn't last. At least I managed to stop putting myself through Heroes, but I got too invested in Lost, and the time-travel stuff in season 5 was so frikkin AWESOME.

My awesome husband is in the production of Noises Off that my theatre group is putting on, and tonight I went along to rehearsal. It's turning out soooo good! If you're in Johannesburg at the end of July/beginning of August, you have to come see it! The cast is working really hard, and it shows.

On a related note, I wish I could have seen the Noises Off production that starred Patti LuPone. Bootleg, anyone? Or of anything else with Patti? We are so out of the loop here at the arse end of Africa.

One of my friends is in the USA right now, and just saw Liza in concert on Sunday, and Promises Promises with Kristen Chenoweth and Sean Hayes today. I am completely eaten up inside with jealousy, especially  because he does things like this all the time. Bloody rich people. But at least he knows how to spend his money. Dammit, someone pay for me to go to America and see shows. Seriously.

A friend of mine went to Australia for business (also jealous!) and brought me back some chocolate, some cocoa-flavoured body lotion, and chocolate kisses lip balm. I guess I'm just really obvious.

That's it for now! Sleep tight/good morning/good evening, wherever you are!

Do it at home, people.

Today on my way home from an awesome photography workshop-slash-get-together, I got the following text from Mr Ruby Slippers:

"Supper plans? Because I was thinking (doesn't need to finish sentence)"

Which made me chuckle, because obviously - to me - he was referring to eating out, which we both love, and which is probably our one vice as a couple, because it tends to eat into your bank balance a lot more than cooking at home. So naturally I said yes.

Anyway, once I got home we decided on ribs from the only place near us that makes ribs worth eating, Thundergun. NOM. We then had to decide on somewhere else, because it was nearly 7pm and I made Mr RS call and make sure there was a table. Which there was...in "at least an hour". So it was back to our old faithful, Ruby's sushi, which has great sushi and is never jampacked. And I'm kind of glad we did, because we got to hear the couple at the table next to us having a fight, which totally made my evening, if only because it highlighted how much cooler we are than them. Ugh. We would never go out for sushi and then spend the evening bitching at other in lowered tones that everyone around us could hear anyway about "never listening" and "this is shit" and "I care more about you than you do about me" and other such crap.

I have to say this tiff at the table next door really aroused my curiosity, because I'm nosy like that. It took Mr RS longer to cotton onto the fact that there even was a fight, but then I think men don't eavesdrop as easily as we women do. Sorry ladies, fact. So there we were in the middle of a fab conversation about how they could possibly make a continuation series of Firefly  (which would have to be a prequel so that Wash could be there, but then that would leave out River and her brother, which I was fine with because Summer Glau has always kind of annoyed me anyway, but Mr Slippers, for some reason, likes her, so he disagreed) and all the while I was straining my ears to hear what on earth was going on with this crazy couple, while still listening to Mr RS and responding intelligently. If ever you want to test your powers of concentration, do this. It's hard.

Anyway, I somehow got the feeling that the beginning of the fight sprung up, seemingly out of nowhere, soon after the arrival of their sushi (where they discussed which piece was which), because "you never talk to me and you never listen" (guess which gender said THAT). And I couldn't help but think it was because they were listening to us talking and laughing and making it look so easy to be a fun, in love couple who could happily just talk about random interesting things. Because there certainly was a pause from their table (seriously, these tables were close. I could have stretched out and taken their sushi without getting up) while we were having a conversation about alleged top movies, and why 2001: A Space Odyssey needs a rewatch to be sure it is that bad (Mr Slippers) and why Butch Cassidy was awesome, and ergo why we should watch The Sting (me). Maybe it's all in my head, but I think they envied us. So of course we endeavoured to make our conversation all the more sparkling and witty, because that's just what we do. All in unspoken agreement, of course. Afterwards, when we both admitted we'd been doing it, I fell in love with Mr Ruby Slippers just a little bit more. :-)

As for the couple, eventually the woman got up and hissed, "I don't want to argue in front of these people," and I thought "I thought you already were", and the man said, a split-second later, "I thought you already were." I almost went "SNAP!"

Then they stalked off outside, and when we left, the woman was sitting in her car alone, and the man was halfway down the block, sulking next to a streetpole. As for us, we went and got delicious icecream and said things like "I love us" a lot.

I wish people would have the decency to fight in the privacy of their own home, but since it happened that they didn't, I rather enjoyed it. I just wished I was someone like House, and could come up with some flabbergastingly brilliant remark, and actually have the guts to say it. Now that would have been awesome.

Movie Resolution List: More Done!

 So I had to be doing something in all this time I haven't posted (aside from working, which I really HAVE been doing!). Anyway, remember my Movie Resolution list? I've since watched the following:

On The Waterfront (#19)

Eh. It was ok. I'm really not a Brando fan, but it was watchable.






















 
Chinatown (#21)  

I've come to the conclusion that I really don't like 70s movies, as a rule (despite my all-time favourite movie, What's Up, Doc?, being from the 70s). Chinatown was slow and kind of dull. And it wasn't even set in Chinatown; they just talked about it a bit. Well done, Roman Polanski, I knew I didn't like your movies.



Duck Soup (#60)

Duck Soup was AWFUL. It was painfully bad. It was one of the most unfunny things I've ever seen. Which is a shame, because I quite enjoyed A Night at the Opera, and I had great hopes for this one.



Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid (#73)

This, on the other hand, was AWESOME. Full of funny lines and great adventure. I loved these guys! No wonder they made another movie with Paul Newman and Robert Redford (which I'm definitely watching ASAP); they work really well together. LOVED it.


The Bridge on the River Kwai (# 36)

I loved Bridge on the River Kwai! Alec Guiness is awesome in just about everything he does (just about...see next). Great story; the ending was a bit rushed, maybe, but overall it's fantastic!






Lawrence of Arabia (#7)

What a snoozefest. Seriously one of the most boring films I've ever seen in my life. Even Alec Guinness couldn't save it. Neither could the ever-awesome Claude Rains - nor Peter O'Toole, who is always good. I think I've seen enough riding through deserts to last me a lifetime. Soooo boring.



















So all I've got left to watch are:
The French Connection
A Streetcar Named Desire
Modern Times
Bonnie & Clyde
MASH

I can so do this! :-)

Friday Night movies

So on Friday night I went to go watch Sex and the City 2 with my BFF and some other friends. I tried to get hubby to come along, because I hadn't really seen him all week, but I wasn't particularly surprised when he pointed out that I'd have to pay him to watch that movie, and much as I love him, I wasn't prepared to part with perfectly good hard-earned cash so that he could sit in masculine agony beside me while Carrie stressed about her marriage, Samantha talked about - and had - sex a lot, and Charlotte and Miranda were basically filler. (Note: I thought all this before I saw the movie, and guess what? I was right! :-))

I'm not a huge Sex & the City fan, actually. But I am a huge Liza Minnelli fan, and knowing that she was in the movie was enough to get me there on opening night - where, as predicted, I was surrounded by fuckwits who spent the entire movie repeating the dialogue and adding pointless commentary of their own. But since I was only there to see Liza, I didn't turn around in my giant chair - Oh, Monte Casino, your cinemas delight me - and tell them to shut the fuck up, like I normally would have.

Liza was on on the first five minutes, and she was AWESOME, of course. The rest of the movie was just "Lalala, this is vaguely fun and entertaining, but I hope it ends soon because I have to work tomorrow" for me. PS - it didn't end soon. It was incredibly overdrawn. Sigh.

Oh, and by the way, am I the only person who thinks the fashion those girls purport to love is pretty much heinous? You'd have to pay ME to wear half those overpriced, designer outfits. Ugh.

So when I got home my husband had watched The Human Centipede while I was out, and tweeted the following:

I watched The Human Centipede. @katforsyth watched Sex and the City 2. I guess we both watched a horrible abomination tonight.

Heheh. If you don't know what The Human Centipede is (and I wouldn't blame you) you can go watch the trailer on Youtube. But be warned, it's a horrible, horrible concept, and you might have scary dreams about it. Or maybe that's just me.


So later on, while we were in bed, we got to wondering: if the girls from Sex and the City had to be made into a Human Centipede, who would be in the front and who at the back? Ok, actually my husband got to wondering, but I thought it was pretty funny. Because we're kind of quirky-gross like that. My theory was that Carrie would have to be at the front because she has to narrate, which I stand by, even though hubby pointed out that the narration is voiceover, so she doesn't actually have to physically be able to speak. I still think she needs to be the head, though, because she's the lead. And Samantha would be at the back so she can still have sex. Because that's what she's there for. True, she'd have to stop making crass comments, but hey, when you're a human centipede, you win some, you lose some.


And this is how we spend our Friday night pillow talk. I love us.

Oscar Predictions!

With just a few hours to go before Oscar lift off, here are my predictions. But first I have to say that for the first time in ten years, I will not be watching the Oscars as they are broadcast live. Except for that time two years ago when we had stock take on the morning of the Oscars and my boss wouldn't let me have the day off. But that was all conspired against me. This time I'm doing it on purpose.

It's always kind of a pain to get up at 2am and drive off to someone's house (usually BFF Ruby Slippers, who has satellite tv). But it's worth it to enjoy the show. However, when they put ad breaks between every single award, and play the same three ads in those breaks over and over over the 4 hour period, not to mention during the pre-shows, it kind of makes me want to stab my eyeballs with a fork. It's funny, really, that the Oscar bigwigs are always trying to find a way to make the show shorter and more interesting, and if they just took out ALL THE BLOODY AD BREAKS it would be, and people might actually watch it. And then they'd make no money. Ha.

Anyway, I'm still pretty Oscar-keen, so I'm getting up at about 6:30am and driving through to BFF's house. I should arrive as the show ends at around 7am, and then she'l give me the tape she recorded it on, and I'll drive home, eyes averted from all news headlines on the side of the roads, and watch it With No Ad Breaks. Bliss.

So here are my predictions:

BEST PICTURE
Avatar

BEST DIRECTOR
The Hurt Locker (Yup, I'm predicting a split here)

BEST ACTOR
Jeff Bridges, Crazy Heart

BEST ACTRESS
Sandra Bullock, The Blindside

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS
Mo'nique, Precious blah blah

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR
Christoph Waltz, Inglourious Basterds

ANIMATED FEATURE
Up

ART DIRECTION
Nine

CINEMATOGRAPHY
Avatar

COSTUME DESIGN
Nine

EDITING
Avatar

MAKEUP
Star Trek

ORIGINAL SCORE
Sherlock Holmes

SONG
Crazy Heart

SOUND EDITING
Avatar

SOUND MIXING
Avatar

VISUAL EFFECTS
Avatar

ADAPTED SCREENPLAY
Up in the Air

ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
Inglourious Basterds

FOREIGN FILM
The White Ribbon


As you can see, I'm predicting a bit of a sweep for Avatar, as is, you know, THE WORLD, but aside from all the effects and CGI stuff and sheer beauty of it, I don't think it deserves too much. It was a visually stunning film with a tired old plot and very little heart and soul. Personally, having now seen 8 of the 10 best picture nominees (The Blindside hasn't opened yet and Precious only opened on Friday, and I didn't have the time) I think the best films are An Education and Up in the Air, but if we're equating groundbreaking and impressive with "good", then Avatar will win every time. But it won't stand the test of time, once every movie looks like that...

AFI Movies # 2, 3 and 4 done!

I'm totally on a movie roll this month. I've been trying to spend less time arbitrarily clicking round the internet, and more time watching movies I've been meaning to forever. Which is why I made that list of 15 movies on the AFI Top100 List to watch this year. I already posted that I'd watched Jaws. Since then, I've watched:

 

Which was rather sweet and quite fun. You have to be in the right mood for Chaplin (well, at least, I do), but when you are he can be such fun!

  

Which was about what I'd expected: typically 70s, angry protagonist in an imperfect world, and not my kind of movie at all. It's not bad, though, and I'm glad I watched it eventually.

This was pretty good. Maybe a bit too over-acted, but that's how they did stuff back then, and the 40s is one of my favourite movie decades. It's pretty much all about greed and how it affects one. Good stuff.

This leaves me only:

1) On The Waterfront (#19)
2) Chinatown (#21)
3) Duck Soup (#60)
4) Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid (#73)
5) The French Connection (#93)
6) A Streetcar named Desire (#47)
7) The Bridge on the River Kwai (# 36)
8) Modern Times (#78) .
9) Bonnie and Clyde (#42) .
10) M*A*S*H (#54)
11) Lawrence of Arabia (#7)

But right now, I'm off to catch up on my Oscar movies. Predictions tomorrow!