I’m not even going to review ‘Bag of Bones’ part 2

Yesterdays blog was my opinion of part one… I watched part 2 yesterday, after writing that, while I was getting ready for work.

That in itself should tell you how interested I was…Yes, I was so interested in what was going on that I could blow-dry my hair at the same time, honestly giving a shit about the dialog… :\ Yeah, no. The second part was worse than the first part. Like, way worse. I will direct you to one wordpress blog that I read yesterday, and this person blogged just what I was thinking about a particular scene while I was watching it…just click, it’s safe. Then, I thought, I’m not even going to go over part two at all. So, I’m leaving that alone.

I swear.

I’m 3 photo shoots behind on that end of things…I shot three basketball games in the past 2 weeks, with another one coming up on Friday…and I have a Christmas Concert at my kids school to do tonite. By tomorrow nite, it’ll be over 1000 pictures to go through, adding in another 300 easily for Friday’s game… I’m not usually that bad when it comes to that stuff, but with the holidays and all sorts of stuff going on every single nite, I haven’t had time to get through them all…Yeah, the fact that there’s only one power cord in the house doesn’t help, either…

So, short post for now…otherwise, I’m going to be late for work…Maybe I’ll reserve Sunday morning to get caught up on my personal shit… Maybe.

Until…maybe Sunday…
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A&E’s “Bag of Bones”

note: I haven’t read any other reviews yet, so I’m sure mine will be similar to others. Also, I’ve only so far, seen part one. That might of been enough for me :\ edit: I did watch the second half. It was worse than the first half. More on that later.

For starters, I’ll call it ‘A&E’s “Bag of Bones” ‘ because I’m pretty sure that what I watched was NOT Stephen King’s “Bag of Bones”. It sure as hell wasn’t the “Bag of Bones” I read. I at least don’t blame Stephen King so much, as he’s not the one who did the screenplay. He should of tho, it probably would of been at least a little more correct.

Oh, where to begin?

((I swear I won’t begin with the out of sequence-ness…))

I’ll start with Mike Noonan’s book title “They All Fall Down” ?? …yeah, the one they show at the book signing…Wait, what book signing? Yeah, I know.

Jo writing the last lines of Mike’s book…they couldn’t of at least had her type the same stuff??

Also, the book titles that “Marty” ((wait, you mean, Harold?? )) is talking about in the cemetery… Oh, I’m sorry, but Mike Noonan didn’t write those books. At least, not in the book that I read.

I know for a fact that I’m not just being picky here…Jo got hit by a bus? No she bloody did not. I figured on that point, they were going for shock value….pretty lady coming across the street and then BAM! I’m pretty sure they could of been just as detailed with a brain aneurysm. I mean, hell, it worked in the book.

Mike sitting in a bar with…Sid? My memory says he was sitting with Frank Arlen. I’ll give them almost a point for using *some* correct dialog there. But then, they had to go and have Mike say that if they were having a boy, they would of named him Mike Jr. ((the book says Andrew)) and that their daughter would of been Kia Jo. ((again, book says Kia Jane))

That irritated me, but not as much as the whole story about Mike inheriting the lake house. WTF?!?!?!

“Last night I dreamed I went to Dark Score lake again”. “Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again”. I suppose they’re supposed to mean the same thing…if that’s the case, just say “Manderley”.

I had a bit of hope with the dream when he sees the coffin…then, I got over it, and thought about how the coffin is supposed to be at the end of the drive…and a white shroud thing comes out of the house, shrieking. There’s not supposed to be a coffin in the woods with a friggin phone in it. Really? And certainly, Kyra Devore isn’t supposed to show up in those dreams, either…

Ugh.

So, Mike gets to Sara Laughs. ((I’ve only seen part 1 once so far, but I don’t think they referred to the house as Sara Laughs…nor did they call the town TR-90)) And Bill Dean is on the porch? Wait, rewind. He gets a phone call from a guy *introducing* himself as Bill Dean. Oh, hell no. So, what, now Mike doesn’t even *know* Bill?? Right, so…Bill Dean on the front porch…Did they forget that he doesn’t show up until the next day or so…it’s a Monday when he shows up, I know that…? Did they forget that Mike plans his arrival time at Sara to match the dreams he’s been having? ((Why yes, yes they did))

So, because they decided to make it so that Bill and Mike don’t know each other, I guess that had to make it so Mike didn’t know Brenda Meserve, either.

((But, they point out later on that Jo knew Bill and his wife, and she also knew Brenda Meserve, too))

Blah blah blah, Mike is looking around the house…and goes right out to Jo’s studio? Actually, I think he was supposed to look around a bit, and then, hear the sound of a kid screaming…which he eventually attributes to air in the pipes. Visiting the studio is happens on another day entirely…((if my memory is correct.))

((Also, did anyone else think that the movie Mike…uh, wallowed around too much? I mean, yes, in the book, Mike is heartbroken, but he doesn’t hang around the house listening to his wife’s voicemail all day…I said it before, but Pierce Brosnan was the total wrong person for the role, and I was totally right.))

Soooo….trip out to the studio the night he arrives…weird flashbacks while looking at Sara’s portrait…lol. Really?

Attempt #1 for Mike trying to write: Can you tell me how him sitting there drinking and yelling at his computer is more interesting than a full blown panic attack? Panic attacks are soo scary, and the fact that Mike can’t write because of these is so crippling to him…But, the movie shows it as being, well, not a super *super* huge deal…

Mike meets Brenda…ok…and he asks her for a recommendation on where to eat? She says Buddy Jellisons, and Mike is all ‘wha???’ ((I thought after his morning run, he thought he’d head down to the Cafe for a Villageburger…because not many tourists went there…He usually takes a counter seat, but he decides on a booth instead…Noting, as he had before, the dirtiness of Buddy’s cooks whites, and the cleanliness of his nails…Saying that Audrey short orders but doesn’t waitress.)) But first, he meets Kyra Devore.

I said initally when I saw the promo photos, that the girl they were using was too old. Fine, I could probably get over that, I understand. However, Mattie comes *running around the corner* ?!?!?! Where’s Scoutie? Put her in any vehicle then if you’re not going to use a Jeep just don’t make her come RUNNING. That was just ridiculous. Yes, Mattie does say to Mike ((in the book))

“…You don’t know how bizarre this is for me. One of my favorite writers comes out of nowhere and saves my kid. I knew you had a place on the TR, that big old log house everyone calls Sara Laughs, but folks say you don’t come here much since your wife died.”

*But*, she isn’t supposed to get all fangirl on him. Yes, she’s supposed to be like *wow*, but not fangirling…she’s upset, or, she’s supposed to be upset.

What are these people doing??

I did nothing but shake my head during that part…I really just couldn’t get over the lameness of it…

Enter Buddy’s Cafe…Why oh why must you be like that Mr. Screenplay writer man??? Mattie Devore killed Lance because he snapped and tried to drown Kyra and *that’s* why Max wants custody??? omfg. Do they think we don’t remember that Lance was on the roof of his and Mattie’s trailer, putting up the satellite dish, finishing before the storm hit…And then he realized a bit after that he left his socket wrench up there…While coming down the ladder, lightning strikes close by where he is, scaring him, and he fell off the ladder and broke his neck. Also, that Devore had been trying to buy Mattie off a couple times while she was still pregnant, not just after the baby was born.

…I might be skipping forward here, but I suppose it hardly matters.

They show Mike in the basement, because he hears…music? I thought he was heading down there to look for the owls Bill was supposed to mention? And on his way down there, he felt like he wasn’t alone: it was much colder down there than it should of been…Tap once for yes, twice for no on the insulation…But *music playing*?? It’s supposed to be creepy. I get it. So, he goes downstairs and finds…a record by Sara Tidwell?

Sara Tidwell, known as Sara Laughs. Never recorded, but her songs had lived just the same.

Guys, come on, you’re killing me here.

And now, I’m going to cut short, because I have to get ready for work… And later tonite, after my kids basketball games, I’ll watch part two, maybe.
I’ll say this about what I saw in part one: If you’ve never read the book, then it was probably a good movie. If you’ve read the book more than once, or at least remember *all* of it, do you agree with what they did??

Yeah. I don’t.

Until…later…

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I’m fully aware that I’ve been relatively quiet lately.

Aside from a few updates on Facebook ((mostly, so family will know what’s up)) I haven’t been online much at all lately. I really haven’t been in a blogging mood, either.
So, while I’ve been in mostly low spirits, I figured I’d get myself in a better mood by recapping some of the things that’ve come out my kids’ mouths lately. My kids can be pretty damn funny, and no, I’m not just saying that because they’re my kids. I’m saying it cause it’s true.

Yesterday, we had to take Mac to Bangor to see a GI Specialist. ((there’s the reason for my absence…and shitty mood lately)) Well, we had to leave here at 8am to get there for 10am. We only *just* made it, cause uh…well, Mike backed up the truck in the yard to clean out the bed of it…and, uh, while I still don’t know what made him think that was a good idea ((it had been raining for two days :\ )) …he discovered it was a pretty shit idea when the truck got stuck in the mud. A half hour later, the truck was back in the driveway. However, most of my side yard is torn up and looks like someone had been doing some sort of excavating :\ Also, two of my living room windows were covered in mud as well…It’d be really friggin nice if it snowed, cause then you wouldn’t see it. I suppose, however, it’s only grass and dirt and not a big deal at all. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not a big deal at all. Mike tried to repair the damage this morning ((I don’t always understand his thought process…)) by at least filling in some of the deepest, er, gorges…Not too sure how that worked out, because I haven’t looked out the window yet.
Annnnyway…L., G. and Mac were all tightly clutching a quarter ((yes, a coin)) all morning, because they wanted to use them in the quarter machines that are usually at the grocery store…Mac dropped hers and lost it somewhere in the backseat of our truck, so I gave her another, which she dropped…I dunno if it was found…G. kept hers in her book…and L., I assume just had hers in her hand…Did I mention this trip is 2 hours each way? Oh, well, it is. Of course, on the way home, the only question I was really asked was “Are we almost there?”. I had a really good response to that, but saying it out loud would only get me more questions asked…I kept my mouth shut. L. was the most persistent, and replaced the “Are we almost there” with “I’m hungry.” I could sympathize there: I never eat breakfast, but long car rides make me hungry. I hadn’t brought any snacks with me, so all I could say was ‘I know’ and ‘I’m sorry’. Well, G. got really sick and tired of hearing her statement…((easy for her to do, since she found a mini Snickers in the glove compartment and ate it without letting it be known to L. and Mac. ((W. stayed at a friends’ house…)) so finally, L. says “I’m hungry”, and G. was all “So, eat your quarter.” I said nothing for a second, but looked at Mike, who was trying hard not to laugh ((L. is super sensitive, so sometimes laughing at her expense is the wrong thing to do)) I gave up not laughing as a bad job and laughed anyway…Aside from being hungry and wondering if we were almost there, the other thing L. talked about non-stop was that damn quarter. So, yes. it was funny.
The best part? L. didn’t get mad at us for laughing!

Now, this may sound douchey, but sometimes, talking to L. is like talking to a wall…in the sense that she’s *really* good at ignoring the shit out of you. She wanted lunch a little while ago, and when I saw what she wanted I was like “K. But, you better eat all of it”. “Oh, I will! I will!”, she says. Probs. about 20 minutes later, she gets up… “I ate it all”, she called to me, and headed for the trash. I shoulda known better, but I didn’t feel like getting up, so I just replied with “Ok. I hope so.” A few minutes after that, she was standing at the kitchen sink, washing her hands ((or, she could of been dropping pencils down the drain…she’s clever like that)) and I heard the unmistakeable sound of a cat growling. I look up, to see Dorothy ((one of my cats, who has the biggest hang up when it comes to food)) come tear assin’ through the parlor with…what do you know, basically the whole piece of chicken parmesan from L.’s lunch. ((This cat is forever in the trash. She’s like a fucking raccoon.)) So, I say to L.,
“Hey, did you forget to eat your chicken?”
L.: “Huh? What?”
Me: “You said you ate all your lunch…”
L.: “I did!!”
Me: “Uh, no you didn’t. Dorothy just took it out of the trash.”
So then she’s giving me the ‘huh? what? I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know for sure if you’re talking to me’ look.
L.: “Yes I did!”
Me: “If you ate it, why does Dorothy have it?”
L.: “I dunno, cause I ate it.”
She then got ready to tell me that Dorothy must’ve grabbed something else that looked *just* like her chicken, cause she totally for sure ate it all, but I just gave her the raised eyebrows.
G.: “L., you liar! You didn’t eat it! I was sitting at the table and you didn’t eat it. You threw it away cause you knew Mum couldn’t see and now Dorothy has it, you liar.”
Thanks for your input, G.
At that point, L. gave up, turned her back on me and continued to stuff pencils down the drain…I mean, wash her hands.

That’s actually pretty typical behavior of L. She’s got a habit of getting out of eating all her dinner by asking if she can go to the bathroom…then, she’ll take a bite of food, and go into the bathroom and spit it into the toilet and then flush and be back at the table in under 4 seconds.
“Hon, no one pees that fast.” And she just looks at me like ‘whut?’. I don’t force my kids to eat…I just like them to eat what they can…I don’t cook crazy ass weird shit that is unidentifiable. I know the things my kids don’t like to eat, and I don’t force them to eat them, cause damn, if I don’t like something, I don’t want someone saying I *have* to eat it.

Mike on the other hand…is a bit different. His phrase is “You know what? When I was younger, it was I ate what was on the table or I went hungry.”

I think that’s a shitty way to put it, actually. Two of my kids like peas, two of them don’t. So the two that don’t like them, I don’t expect them to eat them. I usually make 2-3 different sides, because I want everyone to be able to eat at least two things. I’m not sure if Mike gets my logic, but it makes sense to me. I made the mistake once, of telling L. that she had to eat some salad before she could be done. She flat out refused. ((She likes lettuce, and onions, and cucumbers…)) I told her she had to take 2 bites. After lots of tears from her, she ate two bites. Then, threw up. ((She *said* she threw up just the salad, and I’m not sure if it 100% happened…but hey, who am I to be so doubtful?)) I felt pretty bad about that. Apparently, she doesn’t like her veggies mixed up like that together.

At the moment, Mike isn’t home ((maybe he’s just sad about the lawn…)) and W. went over to his friends’ house for a little while. G. is playing call of Duty, and L. and Mac are…I don’t know…I mean, I know where they are, they’re here in the living room with me…but I’m not sure just *what* they’re doing. I think they’re pretending to ride horses? Meh, not sure, but they’ve got some sort of scoreboard up on the chalkboard…

The kids decided on hamburgers and french fries for dinner. Oh, and salad of course… Then, later on, we have movie nite I’m working on the complete series of ‘Eerie Indiana’ ((a show I watched when I was younger…and one day, I found them all on Hulu, so me and Mac made a day out of watching them all…L. must of known what we were doing ((she was in school at the time)) so she called us and said she wasn’t feeling good and could she please come home. Mike picked her up, and she watched them with us too…Then, when G. and W. got home, they watched them with us. )) but if I don’t get it all together in time, we’re gonna watch ‘Up’. G. says she doesn’t like that movie, but she’s outvoted, so it doesn’t matter.

Until then, I’m gonna keep working on my new Bag of Bones tumblr. I had been looking to see if there was one already, but one just for quotes. I didn’t find one, so I started it this morning If you give a shit, you can check it out by clicking here… It’s only got 6 posts for now, but I’m heading back into photoshop to get some more up

So…until…whenever.
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