How many “Star Wars” references did I post already? I’ve lost count somewhat...
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Even though he had not drunken much, the beadle was feeling a bit dizzy as he made his way back to the magistrate’s house. He took the small alleys instead of the big streets, because he wasn’t in the mood to be seen by his colleagues. Suddenly he heard a sound behind his back and turned around. Nothing could be seen in the darkness behind him, then a meagre tomcat shot past him, hissing angrily.
“Stupid critter,” he murmured and walked on.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his forehead and he felt pulled back into another body.
“Beadle Harrows?” a soft voice hissed in his ear.
“Yes,” he said.
“This is for Jasper Bowers.”
A sharp pain blossomed in his throat and only a gurgling sound emerged as he tried to scream for help. Blood ran down between his fingers like a waterfall. The last thing he saw, was a shadow disappearing into darkness.
What do you think about this extract? I’m not going to tell you where it’s from - for the moment.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I actually can’t agree with that statement - I found the CGI in the new “Indiana Jones” quite well done and fitting:
But then, I might have been a tad preoccupied with watching Indy and his son (aw, come on, I can tell it now, the movie’s been out for over a month now).
Monday, July 28, 2008
My lovely yew tree (above this paragraph) is G-O-N-E! I left home today and it was there, just like always. I came home and it wasn’t there any longer. I almost felt like crying, honestly. As it was blocking my bedroom window quite effectively from view, I always felt kind of protected by it. And, to be honest, the place looks like shit without it - only brownish-grey ground (we’re in the middle of a heat period and there’s not much water left in the ground, you see).
First - about three years ago - a magnolia just outside my view out of the living room window had to go. Last year in summer the spruces went for good. Now it’s the last higher thing in front of my house that’s gone. And the place doesn’t look any better for it. But, at least, I still have a photograph from the yew, thanks to the bit of snow this winter.
Why do the things I really cherish all have to go like that? That’s not fair!