- The car passed its MOT
- Cats as a rule are sneaky escape artists
- A watched vegetable never grows
- My sense of direction is excellent
- I ate my first Portobello mushroom
- Pirate related post is always a welcome surprise
- Dandelions are tenacious fuckers
- Being awake and outside at eight am on a Saturday is just plain wrong
- Viewing a car accident appears to occur in slow-mo
- If there can be but one Cornetto - make it strawberry
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thoughts For A Day
Friday, April 29, 2011
Sod the Royal Wedding…it’s the Friday Film Fest
Today in the UK was the Royal Weeding of Kate Middleton and Prince William. I wish them all the best in the world but had fuck, and indeed, all interest in watching the televised nuptials. Mrs Cheesecake was of a similar mind so we decided that we could escape all the wedding-i-ness in the local cinema. Two films in one day? Hell yeah!
thor
Have you heard? Dear, dear Kenny Branagh has directed a Marvel superhero movie. Good news peoples - it is a lot of fun. Chris Hemsworth plays the titular Norse thunder-worrier with just the right amount of arrogance and swagger. He struts about hitting various bad guys with his mighty hammer, #notaeuphemism, and it looks like he is having a ball. I have to admit that when I saw him sans t-shirt he made me feel truly insignificant. He is utterly ripped while I am nowt but a humble wok smuggler!
Nice to see the return of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the cameo from Hawkeye. I am sure that The Avengers will rock. Asgard looked suitably shiny for my liking. Mrs Cheesecake was looking for something a bit more ancient Norse. Would have been nice to have a bit more screen time for, Cheesecake Family Favourite™ , Ray Stevenson but alas it was not to be. Perhaps another time? We think he fucking rocks.
Tom Hiddleston makes for a splendid Loki and I suspect we will see more of him in the future. If we can’t have Blessed then I guess Hopkins will do as a suitable replacement as Odin. He could have been a bit shoutier though.
Overall a solid addition to the Marvel Studio line I think
fast five
After a suitably gut busting lunch. Don’t act so surprised. I told you I was a wok smuggler already! We settled down to another guilty pleasure of ours. The latest in the Fast & Furious franchise, Fast Five.
The action was adrenalin fuelled. The car chases spectacularly stupid and the combination of The Rock and Vin Diesel on screen made Mrs Cheesecake come over all unnecessary. I swear at one point there was some much testosterone on screen I heard her ovaries pop.
All in all it was a lot of fun. Rio is an amazing looking place. To have such poverty next to such glamour. It’s all a bit of a headfuck really.
I’ve looked at all the reviews on IMDB and some loved it, some hated it. I thought it was daft as a bag of hammers so obviously worthy of my utter undying adoration. Nobody appears to mention the Star Wars sight gag though?
till next we meet
your royal correspondent
Sir Pablo Cheesecake
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Living with A Percy Thrower
- Potatoes
- Onions
- Carrots (purple - see below)
- Carrots (orange - in case the purple ones are just too damn weird)
- Strawberries
- Apples
- Blackcurrants
- Redcurrants
- Plums
- Pumpkins
- Tomatoes
- Blueberries
- Pears
- Rhubarb
- Peas
- Various herbs and garlic
Told you didn't I? - purple fucking carrots! |
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sometimes I think too much...
I apologise in advance for some of the content in this evenings post. Things get a bit heavy near the beginning. Ahh fuck it. I'll be honest it's the closest you'll every get to deep and meaningful from me so you best enjoy it will you can.
Am I Really Me?
Here is the head scratcher that I sometimes ponder in the wee small hours of the night. Before I get to the gist of this particular rambling I have to give you a bit of personal history by way of an explanation. When I was four and a half years old I was involved in a serious road accident. I was in the back of a car that was hit by an articulated lorry. The net result being that I was crushed between the front passenger seat and the seat that I was sat on. The back of my skull shattered into my brain and I was in coma for a number of weeks. Brain surgery fucking rocks btw! When I woke I had effectively rebooted. I had lost my memory, was unable to walk or talk. You may find it hard to believe but I was incredibly lucky. When I had first arrived at hospital I was only given hours. The fact that I am still here thirty two years later proves that I must be at least a little bit lucky?
Anyway back to my original point.
The thought that I keep coming back to is this - if the accident had never happened would I be the same person I am now? After the accident I was essentially Pablo Cheesecake 2.0. I had to re-learn everything. I wonder if I would have grown up to be different or the same as I am now. I often think about it. Have I replaced myself? Am I a totally different person from who I was before? Told you it was a mind-bender.
My Latest Brain Worm
For reasons I can't even begin the fathom the Katy Perry song 'Firework' is stuck on my head. Can't think why? I'm not what you would call a fan of her work. I'm sure she is fabulous, if you like that kind of thing. Phew we're back on shallow ground again, that's a relief. Katy Perry - Is she the one married to Brand?
The Hobbit
I watched the first production diary today and it filled me with warm and fuzzy feelings. Genuinely raised a smile. Later on I saw a tweet from Duncan Jones (director of Moon, Source Code) saying that this video reminded him of why he wanted to be a involved with movies in the first place. How cool is that?
Enough already
Later
Sunday, April 3, 2011
A week of unhealthy obsession…..
Once again Mrs Cheesecake is out in the fresh air attacking the garden with an admirable vigour. I, meanwhile, am hiding out in the spare room pondering the universe. This week I have mostly been obsessing about all the little things.
Pablo Cheesecake – Stat Whore
A negative I’ve noticed about running The Eloquent Page is that I have started to obsess about the number of hits the site receives on a daily basis. It’s ridiculous really. I get caught up with numbers, always have if I’m honest. I set myself a target and once I reach that I always have to try and go one better. If for any reason I get less than the day before I am thrown into a blind panic and start to question my entire existence.
This behaviour has to stop. I need to remember the reason I created the site in the first place. For those playing along at home the correct answer is - To get back into reading and to connect with others who love a good read.
In an effort to curb the madness and reclaim my sanity I am only going to post once this week, on Friday.
A game of cheesecake
This week I’m also attempting to take on my Moby Dick of reading, my great white literary whale, A Game of Thrones. I thought I should read before the TV show starts. I’ve mentioned in the past that I have never managed to read this book and I am more determined than ever to break the back of this beast. Unfortunately I am not off to a flying start, only 30 pages in *sadface*. Hell I should probably be reading it right now but instead I am waxing lyrical on the interweb.
green lantern
I saw the new footage of the Green Lantern on the internet yesterday. I was impressed and then I was panicked. Is it too good to be true? Have we been subjected to the best 4 minutes already and the movie as a whole will not the what I hoped it could be? Am I obsessing again about things that I have absolutely no control over whatsoever? I remain fearfully optimistic.
feel the Burn
I reached a milestone with the old situps at the beginning of the week. I have now sailed past 5000 and I am bang on track to achieve 20000 in 2011. Now that I have settled into a routine I am starting to panic that it is getting too easy and I wont reap any benefits. I’m worried that if there is less pain there will be less gain. I’ll be honest the KFC probably isn’t helping either.
Great Scott! I’m a gibbering wreck of a human being. Please feel free to return to your normal Sunday afternoon viewing while I go and rock slowly in the corner muttering expletives to myself.