weird words

I am only following the instructions:

Ask me for a letter and I'll give you one. Then you can fill out these questions on your own blog.


I was given the letter S by frenchani - let's see how challenging this is going to be.

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It turns out that the biggest project of the holidays is to get the kid to sleep in his own bed again and go there at a reasonable hour. Yes, an early bedtime and a daily routine are meant to be oh-so important, but this goes all out the window when you're travelling around a lot, not to forget that sometimes it's good for the grown-ups to have a kid snuggle up to them. Also, he had the knack of tiring himself out in kindergarten and not getting enough of a nap there and then falling asleep in the early evening. And yes, we tried keeping him awake, but he manages to nod off mid-play. Rousing him: not a good idea. Either doesn't work or you have a screaming kid on your hands.

( While you were sleeping )

I mentioned in my short Avengers post that I had read a German review with which I had some issues for exhibiting cluelessness.

The reviewer mentioned that the requisite big action sequence is set in "disaster film capital number one New York":

Dass in New York mal echte Wolkenkratzer einstürzten, scheint das US-Action-Kino inzwischen völlig verdrängt zu haben.

Here he is accusing the film (and its viewers) of having forgotten about 9/11 when real skyscrapers fell and in the next sentence he qualifies his statement somewhat by saying that it is silly to criticize the movie-makers for being disrespectful of the dead because this is not a serious film.

Yes, it's a popcorn movie, but how clueless can you get? Does he really think that it does not resonate with Americans when ( spoilers )

Please, Mr Critic, you don't need to leave your brain behind when watching a movie about superheroes, especially if it is one directed and written by Joss Whedon.

So, Thursday and Friday we actually went to a real-life totally old-fashioned multiplex cinema. In the Netherlands. When my colleagues ask me about where I went on holiday I'm going to say that I spent two nights in Holland.

Last time I went to the cinema was the local shoebox, which is very cozy, but as I was herding a bunch of kids, it wasn't actually much fun. The film was a German A Knight's Tale only with Goethe instead of knights - slight hyperbole, I know. And I won't tell you about the time before that, because it's honest-to-god embarrassing how long I went without seeing the inside of a cinema. That new Bond film has been delayed for an awfully long time, hasn't it?

First, let me just celebrate and squee the experience of going to a moviehouse to see a film (yes, I'm mixing BE and AE to my heart's content) and the excitement of not knowing whether you'd still get tickets and didn't just drive roughly 35 km in vain. We got the tickets and thus I saw Cabin in the Woods on Friday the 13th with lots of Dutch people, a surprisingly high numbers of which were girls probably lured by the male actor hunks, and some Germans who'd come even further than we did, judging from the licence plates in the parking garage.

( On to the films - spoiler-lite: )