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Adventures and Books
Oct. 1st, 2009 01:07 pmI picked up Mason early yesterday and we headed over to HPB in Highland. He really wanted to see what they had for GOOSEBUMPS and STAR WARS. We picked up a Kevin J. Anderson (Heir to the Empire series?) and the two Horrorland Goosebumps they had. Then I asked Mason where he wanted to go, and he suggested Bass Lake. But he burst into tears when he realized he'd left his stuffed bunny, Sirralbuoyadoh (named after a girl in his class) behind. After a little back and forth, I agreed to turn around for her. (He needed to change out of school clothes for a woods romp, anyway.)
Mason has NEVER been much for stuffed animals. People have given him tons over the years, but he's never seemed to understand what to _do_ with them. He tends to prefer toys he can build things with or otherwise manipulate towards some _purpose_. Ms. Sirr is the one exception. She is a very realistic rabbit hand puppet (though Mason asked us to sew up the part you put your hand into, and asked if she could have anethesia for the "surgery.") He actually talks to her and plays with her, which is kind of a relief to me.... because I remember doing things like that with my various stuffed animals as a kid and Mason never seemed, like I said, to get it.
Anyway, turns out it was important to get Ms. Sirr because she had been "asking" Mason to take her back to her roots, aka the forest. He'd read on her tag that she was a Dutch rabbit, and kept asking me if I thought these woods were enough like those for her to feel at home. Mostly, though, once we got to Bass Lake he got more into tromping about and getting full of burrs. We tucked Ms. Sirr into his hoodie and she rode along, kind of like a baby in a Bjorn. I got some really cute pictures of the two of them.
Last night, I actually took a short break from writing (what? I deserved it! I wrote 3,000 words, which, for me, is HUGE for one day's work) to watch "Wolverine" with Shawn on DVD. I enjoyed the movie in the theater, but I forgot who the true Wolverine fan was in the house. Shawn collected all the Wolverine issues when he spawned off his own title in the early 90s.
All through the movie, she kept shaking her head. We both lamented the lack of even a MENTION of his time in Alpha Flight and the lack of Domino in Weapon X. But while she really enjoyed the opening, Shawn just couldn't brook with all the liberties taken with the timeline (and who knew whom and when). We both agreed, however, that it was surprisingly pleasant to discover that Liev Schiber inhabited the role of Sabertooth in the same way that Hugh Jackman is Wolverine.
And she did appreciate a lot of the visuals (ehm, who wouldn't like more naked Hugh Jackman??) but also how satisfying it was to see him come out of the adamantium tank-thingie with THE CLAWS. There were a lot of "ah, the jacket" and "OMG! The belt buckle!"
She did point out that the setting is actually kind of confusing. Is it supposed to be the 70s throughout the movie? Wolverine is in the Canadian rockies some few years after Vietnam and sometimes the fashion seemed very late 70s, but then there were Hummers and all sorts of other anachronisms.
Ah well.
Anyway, speaking of writing, I'm behind so I must go write, write, write.
Mason has NEVER been much for stuffed animals. People have given him tons over the years, but he's never seemed to understand what to _do_ with them. He tends to prefer toys he can build things with or otherwise manipulate towards some _purpose_. Ms. Sirr is the one exception. She is a very realistic rabbit hand puppet (though Mason asked us to sew up the part you put your hand into, and asked if she could have anethesia for the "surgery.") He actually talks to her and plays with her, which is kind of a relief to me.... because I remember doing things like that with my various stuffed animals as a kid and Mason never seemed, like I said, to get it.
Anyway, turns out it was important to get Ms. Sirr because she had been "asking" Mason to take her back to her roots, aka the forest. He'd read on her tag that she was a Dutch rabbit, and kept asking me if I thought these woods were enough like those for her to feel at home. Mostly, though, once we got to Bass Lake he got more into tromping about and getting full of burrs. We tucked Ms. Sirr into his hoodie and she rode along, kind of like a baby in a Bjorn. I got some really cute pictures of the two of them.
Last night, I actually took a short break from writing (what? I deserved it! I wrote 3,000 words, which, for me, is HUGE for one day's work) to watch "Wolverine" with Shawn on DVD. I enjoyed the movie in the theater, but I forgot who the true Wolverine fan was in the house. Shawn collected all the Wolverine issues when he spawned off his own title in the early 90s.
All through the movie, she kept shaking her head. We both lamented the lack of even a MENTION of his time in Alpha Flight and the lack of Domino in Weapon X. But while she really enjoyed the opening, Shawn just couldn't brook with all the liberties taken with the timeline (and who knew whom and when). We both agreed, however, that it was surprisingly pleasant to discover that Liev Schiber inhabited the role of Sabertooth in the same way that Hugh Jackman is Wolverine.
And she did appreciate a lot of the visuals (ehm, who wouldn't like more naked Hugh Jackman??) but also how satisfying it was to see him come out of the adamantium tank-thingie with THE CLAWS. There were a lot of "ah, the jacket" and "OMG! The belt buckle!"
She did point out that the setting is actually kind of confusing. Is it supposed to be the 70s throughout the movie? Wolverine is in the Canadian rockies some few years after Vietnam and sometimes the fashion seemed very late 70s, but then there were Hummers and all sorts of other anachronisms.
Ah well.
Anyway, speaking of writing, I'm behind so I must go write, write, write.