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Poofy Chicks, Stinky Dogs and Werewolves!
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I’m watching werewolves fighting Vikings. Eating a rare steak. Earlier the dogs and I had a good hike. Not the same as being up in Seattle at Norwescon, but it'll do!
“Thor: Hammer of the Gods” is a “made for Sci Fi Channel” feature: words that portend lousy CG effects, bad acting and a terrible script. One of the Vikings actually says, “I was hoping you could give me some insight into that.” Amazingly, this movie is all that and— surprisingly— more. They actually show werewolves fighting Vikings— though the werewolf masks are somewhat clunky and the werewolves move like they’re afraid of getting their feet dirty. And cinematography is kind of dark. But, pointy-nosed werewolves galore! Certainly better than "Warwolves", another MFSFC abomination with werewolves that consisted of actors with black-painted noses and wolf-eye contacts. Honestly, do these filmmakers really believe that black-painted noses look -less- silly than wolf-headed actors?
Yesterday while taking a walk in the wash, the kildees were more raucous than usual. Then Roz spotted these little things:
She picked one up to keep it from being trampled by the dogs. The tiny birds (we saw three or four) were in no danger from their jaws—but their feet were another matter. Roz said I should get these up for Tracy, who will swoon at their poofiness!
R0ndo kept trying to get us to throw this mucky branch he found. The thing weighed about thirty pounds, and the last time I tried to throw a stick that big I strained my neck. Finally I tossed it into a small, deep pond. He was frantic! His beloved stick! Water!
R0ndo can swim but doesn’t care for to do it. He whimpered and whined around the water. Finally, he leapt in (and got completely dunked!) and managed to drag it out. He also gave me SUCH a look as he swam out to get it. Then he got the first part of his revenge: shake!
The dogs stank like dirty aquarium filters. Fishy and mucky. That was the second part of their revenge; it was so bad I had to bathe them. Water everywhere. I felt so bad about it (they were wet and pitiful-looking all evening) that I let R0ndo have the bed.
I’m watching werewolves fighting Vikings. Eating a rare steak. Earlier the dogs and I had a good hike. Not the same as being up in Seattle at Norwescon, but it'll do!
“Thor: Hammer of the Gods” is a “made for Sci Fi Channel” feature: words that portend lousy CG effects, bad acting and a terrible script. One of the Vikings actually says, “I was hoping you could give me some insight into that.” Amazingly, this movie is all that and— surprisingly— more. They actually show werewolves fighting Vikings— though the werewolf masks are somewhat clunky and the werewolves move like they’re afraid of getting their feet dirty. And cinematography is kind of dark. But, pointy-nosed werewolves galore! Certainly better than "Warwolves", another MFSFC abomination with werewolves that consisted of actors with black-painted noses and wolf-eye contacts. Honestly, do these filmmakers really believe that black-painted noses look -less- silly than wolf-headed actors?
Yesterday while taking a walk in the wash, the kildees were more raucous than usual. Then Roz spotted these little things:
She picked one up to keep it from being trampled by the dogs. The tiny birds (we saw three or four) were in no danger from their jaws—but their feet were another matter. Roz said I should get these up for Tracy, who will swoon at their poofiness!
R0ndo kept trying to get us to throw this mucky branch he found. The thing weighed about thirty pounds, and the last time I tried to throw a stick that big I strained my neck. Finally I tossed it into a small, deep pond. He was frantic! His beloved stick! Water!
R0ndo can swim but doesn’t care for to do it. He whimpered and whined around the water. Finally, he leapt in (and got completely dunked!) and managed to drag it out. He also gave me SUCH a look as he swam out to get it. Then he got the first part of his revenge: shake!
The dogs stank like dirty aquarium filters. Fishy and mucky. That was the second part of their revenge; it was so bad I had to bathe them. Water everywhere. I felt so bad about it (they were wet and pitiful-looking all evening) that I let R0ndo have the bed.
