from the desk of CamiKaos...

I'm having trouble writing the past month or so and I've thought of plenty of reasons why, but most of them are bull. Most of them have no meaning. No reality.

They are excuses.

Except one.

One is a real honest to goodness reason. One is the truth. One speaks volumes about who I am... what I'm like...

My laptop is broken.

Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I have some unexplained emotional connection or love hate relationship with my cursed laptop (this is the 2nd time I've had to send it to the manufacturer). It's just that without the laptop...

My laptop...

I can not write the way I am accustomed to. Sure I'm sitting here with keys in front of me typing away, but I'm sitting at the desk in the loft.

I don't write here. I don't live here.

Normally I curl up in my big soft bed nestled into pillows with my laptop atop my lap.

There I can write. There I can think. There I can dream with my eyes and heart wide open...

Where do you write?

the germ factory, again

Step right up, don't be shy. Send them on in!

Runny nose, nasty cough, puked last night? Eh, we don't mind we like them all... one rotten apple to spoil the bunch? Nonsense!

Kid has the shits? By all means bring them in. The other kids don't mind, they'll play and dance and even share snacks with your sick little monster that roams the halls touching every doorknob with their snot encrusted fingers.... fingers that they pressed into their crusty noses, popped into their tiny mouths and that they quite probably forgot to wash after they used the the toilet.

The kids don't mind.

The school doesn't mind.

Who cares, after all what is school for, it's a germ factory right?

(sorry, this is what you get when you subject me to too many days helping at school, I get sick from of or 20 of the kids at school and then I get really really... well... like me).

movie mama is miffed...

I don't often talk about my love of movies here. But I love movies. I really do, but I just had a big ol smack in my movie lover face. It started last night when I stopped chatting with 2 of my favorite pals to pop in a piece of dvd shaped crap.

Have any of you seen Eragon?

If you've been reading my blog for a while you may have caught a post I wrote in December last year go blow it out your roof... My parents were in town and we had all planned to go see a pre screening of Eragon with my brother and S, however, there was a windstorm that night that kept us inside. As it turned out the theater lost power and no one got to see it.

THANK YOU WIND STORM!!!

Eragon was so poorly made and so horribly adapted from the book that at the end I cried. I literally cried with frustration and irritation at the 1 hour and 45 minutes or so of my life I spent watching the characters so well crafted by Christopher Paolini slaughtered. wasted. shat upon.

It was BAD.

Redeeming qualities? No. Well, I love Jeremy Irons and even though they messed up his character he was still amazing. But he isn't the whole movie, and one good portrayal does not a good movie make.

At a best (if I had not read the book) the movie would have been awful and hard to follow. There was no flow at all to the story, it was chopped into tiny bits and pieces and the editing was crap. I count myself as lucky to have read books 1 & 2 before seeing it because they give you information in the movie you aren't meant to have until the 2nd book thus ruining things for the happy reader.

If you are at all interested in the story read the books I think you may find they're worth your time, but in case I haven't made my opinion clear, the movie is not...