Mishy Mash

Gut morgen, my naughties!
Eight thirty in the am and I'm seriously regretting not having tea yesterday. Well, I had some caffeine-free herbal tea, but I did neglect having my soothing cuppa. I introduced a midget and a Platunia to the joys of lemon tea with honey and milk. And this morning the midget shrieked because I put mayonnaise on her fried potatoes.
I blame the Jews.
Hah. Watch those words come up in a random search of the internet, and I get sued for anti-Semitism.
Speaking of which, it's hilarious how the Jews called 'Semite.' As if we were the only ones.
Josch.
Do you know what I miss? I miss my compleat Shakespeare, and my battered, duct-tape-mended copy of Les Misérables. I miss Les Mis the mostest. I have a copy on my computer, but the translation isn't nearly as competent, and the prose is, to say the least, purple and overblown. Difficult to read.
Notwithstanding, as I read over the death of Valjean (oops, did I spoil it for anyone?) I found myself now, as when I first read it almost a decade ago, completely choked up. Pathetic, huh? I lose two grandfathers in the course of a year and all I have is a sad smile for them. Some fictional convict croaks and I get as weepy as a fat kid confronted by a cake he cannot eat.
I've always had a massive hero crush on Valjean. Aided along, of course, by the fact that Liam Neeson plays him in the '98 version of the film. Sigh. Despite the fact that I wanted to punt Hans Matheson between the legs by the end (and Claire Danes as well, for that matter), I can say that Neeson played around the gaping shortcuts in the film pretty sodding well.
Oh. Speaking of big handsome thespians...the film 'Love Actually.'
No, no. Don't throw tomatoes. Please. I'm humiliated to admit it, myself, but I truly appreciate that film. It's light enough that it takes my mind off Christmas, and it has enough brilliant actors to make me forget that I despise chick flicks. I mean...Alan Rickman AND Emma Thompson...how can you not love that? AND there's that adorable bird who's Hugh Grant's secretary.
I think I'm going to have to watch 'Much Ado' tonight.
Wow, that post was really out of it. Please, don't think I'm all about films and Alan Rickman. I watch about a film every two weeks (if that), even if Alan does, admittedly, live on my cell phone wallpaper.