Today is Captain Ninja Alex's Top Ten Movie Blogfest and wow, what a daunting task. I mean really, just ten? Come on, this is me we're talking, I couldn't pick ten favorites to save my life so I'm going with my ten favorite comfort movies. movies that I watch when I need a pick up, a laugh or even just to forget my problems for an hour or three. So here they are in no particular order...
The Lord of the Rings trilogy Three films, but one story so this counts as one and I watch one of these whenever I need an escape.
The Princess Bride This is always a guaranteed smile for me.
Goodfellas I work out a lot of aggression watching Henry and crew.
What's Eating Gilbert Grape? This is my fave Johnny Depp movie it's cathartic to watch for me.
Aliens Ellen Ripley is my first badass bitch and I still get a kick out of watching her battle those acid bleeding face huggers.
Silkwood This is my fave Meryl Streep film and one I get sucked into each time I see it on.
The Howling I watch this one whenever I can. I love my werewolves and it's my favorite of all time.
The Quiet Man I'm a sucker for the Duke and this one gets me every time.
Joan of Paris I love a good war story and this one is tops. A young woman risks her life to save downed British airmen.
The Mummy I can't help it. Brendan Fraser rocks this movie and it makes me laugh every time.
So these are my movies, go on and check out the other incredible participants here.
Writers 4 Writers
It's W4WS today and we are spotlighting Kyra Lennon and Angela Brown. Go to their sites and spread the word by Tweeting, posting on FB or just getting the word out about their awesome work on your site if you can.
SPOILERS AHOY
Oh. My. God. I can't believe I just did a 180 on Andrea, but man was I rooting for her, hoping she would outwit Governor Psycho Pants. Loved when she opened the door and let the walkers have at him. Too bad he survived. And now, NOW she's at his ghoulish mercies in that Dungeon of Torture. Yikes!
And Milton!! He's stepping up and taking a a stand. I sadly misjudged him as a twitchy weirdo with nefarious purposes. Speaking of twitchy weirdos, we have Alan, Tyrese's one-time companion. Man, what a little bitch. Tyrese apparently saved Alan's wife once upon a time and he can't handle that. He couldn't be The Man. Well boo hoo, asshole. Too bad so sad you lost your balls somewhere and couldn't man up. Dude's been getting on my last nerve since he first appeared. Someone should shoot him in the knee in front of an oncoming horde of walkers.
It is going down real soon and I can't wait for the big battle. Team Prison all the way.
SPOILERS OVER
This weekend was pretty awesome. I went to the Chicago St. Patrick's Day Parade with my sister and nephew. We saw a whole host of strange and wonderful sights including six foot leprechauns, green tutus on men, shamrock glasses and green hair. We get wild here in Chitown on St. Paddy's Day. Even me... ;D
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Sunday, March 17, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
The Wearin' O' The Green
Happy Friday!! And it's St. Paddy's Day weekend to boot. Kicking things off, the awesome Mark Koopmans is hosting his Got Green? Blog Fest. To participate we share our Irish stories, real or imagined, in 333 words. Check out all the amazing participants here.
We celebrate St. Paddy’s day here like nowhere
else. To honor our patron saint, we dye the Chicago River green, drink green
beer, stuff our faces with corned beef, potatoes and soda bread. We kiss total
strangers, lift our kilts and shake our tail feathers... Somehow, I don't think
Patrick would get our party.
Fun Fact: It takes 40 pounds of dye to get the river that green
Well, I'm off to eat, drink and be merry, sing a few pub songs and dirty ditties. I'll probably even wear one of those grotesque Kiss Me I'm Irish buttons. On second thought...
Monday I will be here with my Top Ten Movies post for Alex J. Cavanaugh's brilliant blogfest.
Have a great weekend and Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I'm Irish by way of Counties Cork and Tyrone, on both
sides of my family. Bradley is the Anglicized version of O'Brollachain. My great grandfather Faye came here in 1900 from County Tyrone to work the coal mines, while on my mother's side, the Sullivans, hailed from Cork and worked the mills.
I’m a South Side
Chicago Irish woman, loud and proud. Being Chicago Irish is a far cry from
being Irish anywhere else. We are a rough and tumble lot who literally grew up
with our city. Chicago became a city in 1837 and we Irish arrived a scant
decade later. We built the Union Stockyards, worked the steel mills, and built the
Illinois and Michigan Canal. We had a hand in the building of the many bascule
and draw bridges along the city’s rivers. South Side Irish backs laid much of
the track for the railroads that helped make Chicago a commerce center. We were
many of Chicago’s first firemen and police officers, Barney Cloonan and Martin
Lahart were part of Elliott Ness’ Untouchables. We boast twelve mayors in our
crew, the Daleys being the most recent. Other colorful Irish politicians
include “Hinky Dink” Kenna, “Foxy Ed” Cullerton and “Bathhouse John” Coughlin. We had a big influence on the spiritual side of things as well, our numbers making the Archdiocese of Chicago one of the largest and most powerful in the United States.
Our grand accomplishments weren’t always on the right side
of the law, though. We made bathtub gin during Prohibition and ran speakeasies.
And getting back to Al Capone, we gave him plenty of trouble on the illegal side of
things as well. He tried to wipe out some of our North Side brethren in the infamous St.
Valentine’s Day Massacre.
Fun Fact: It takes 40 pounds of dye to get the river that green
Well, I'm off to eat, drink and be merry, sing a few pub songs and dirty ditties. I'll probably even wear one of those grotesque Kiss Me I'm Irish buttons. On second thought...
Monday I will be here with my Top Ten Movies post for Alex J. Cavanaugh's brilliant blogfest.
Have a great weekend and Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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