Picoreview: Deadpool & Wolverine – did EXACTLY what it said on the tin, which was EVERYTHING I WANTED I generally try to keep my picoreviews spoiler-free, but I’m mentioning that specifically on this post because it’s still a relatively new movie and if you want to veer away entirely, you should, but I won’t be spoiling anything. (I may very well do another post next month with spoilers, but for now, no.) I’m not a particular Deadpool movie fan, tbh. He’s too violent for me, even if it’s borderline cartoonish…
Tag: funny
five things make a post
Thing One: I have this mild fascination with watching makeup reels and tiktoks. What I find particularly mind-blowing are the “side by side comparison of 2 makeup styles” ones in which they say things like “heavy makeup vs light makeup” and then on the ‘light makeup’ side of their face they put on more makeup than I have ever worn at once in my life. I would genuinely love for somebody skilled at conturing makeup to do a full face on me once. It’d just be really interesting. But I…
old, and not hip
I’ve developed the bad habit of watching stupid little “styling” reels on FB, very few of which are any good at all. This last one was “what I thrifted vs how I styled it” – literally a shot each of the dress, jewelry, handbag & boots, which she then…put on. There was no ‘styling’. Why do I do this. I mean, in this particular case, it was actually a good look. She’d made good choices. But I think ‘styling’ is a wild overstatement for what she was doing. I was…
inspiration has terrible timing
I was very tired last night, and had a HUGE amount to do today, so went to bed at a very sensible hour, ~10:30pm. I then utterly failed to sleep for 90+ minutes. Shortly after midnight, having tossed and turned and gotten up to pee and to make sure my son had done his Pokemon for the day so he wouldn’t lose the 20 day streak he was aiming for for a task, I finally thought I was comfortable and worn out enough to sleep. And the first line of…
A Melodrama In Sligo
The scene: I am arriving back in Sligo after a couple of days in Dublin. The setting: Sligo Train Station The performers: Myself; my father; a random older woman sitting next to Dad in the train station as he awaits me Dad, rising from his seat, hands extended to capture mine: Catie, Catie, *Catie*! Oh, my darling! Let me *look* at you! Oh, *honey*! Let me look at you, let me look at you! Me, embracing him: Oh, *Daddy*! Dad: It’s been so long! My darling girl! Older woman: -happy…