It’s that time of the year again when Automattic flies all of us from our 70 different countries around the world to one place for our annual Grand Meetup. Located at the southern end of Africa as I am, that means quite a lot of flying for me – around 21 hours flight time, with 33 hours total travel time for me this time around.
Being stuck in an uncomfortable chair with a stranger in your lap and a man-spreader digging his elbows into your ribs, you do what you can to maintain your sanity. For me, that’s making full use of the in-flight entertainment system to catch up on some movies.
Here’s what I watched on my way to Orlando, and what I thought:
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Mythbusters shall henceforth be know as The BOOM! Story.
Also, Jamie is now BOOM! and Adam will in future answer to Shah! (her word for a sword. Make of that what you will.)
I don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation or that I’m missing the family, but The Lego Batman Movie made me cry. That movie shouldn’t be that good.
Ditto for Guardians of the Galaxy 2. Also,
Onwards to my next flight.
This song came up over the radio this morning while I was taking the minion (my new name for Squishy as she speaks fluent Minion at this stage) to daycare. It was the studio version, of course, but I much prefer the live version which I saw the first time around Christmas. I love it when a musician makes one instrument sound like another instrument.
And they’re South African.
Ahoy there, landlubbers. Can ye believe it be that time o’ year again? It seems the winds o’ change be blowin’ by the years faster an’ faster an’ before we know it we’ll be plungin’ o’er the end o’ the world an’ into Davy Jones’ locker.
I were a bit conflicted ’bout this year’s International Talk Like A Pirate Day, as tonight also be the return o’ that fearless scallywag that calls he’self The Doctor. But by Neptune’s beard, I then recall’d that The Doctor he’self has sailed with buccaneers more ‘n once, an’ can resist the siren’s call, repel boarders, an vanquish the nasties o’ the deep with the best o’ them.
With his good ship TARDIS an’ his trusty
cutl sonic in hand, a fiesty wench always at his side, none can stand ‘gainst this most terrible o’ pirates. It’s not for naught they call him the oncomin’ storm. Why, I reckon e’en the most blackest heartest buccaneer o’ them all, ole Blackbeard he’self, would want to cross swor screwdrivers with The Doctor.
So today I’ll be donning my pirate hat an’ me bow tie, and with me cutlass in one hand, an’ me sonic in the other, I’ll set my heading to wherever in time an’ space the plunder be best, the adventures be most excitin’, an the wenches be prettiest.
Geronim…I mean, ARRRRR!
The scribblin’ above as always provided by me wench.