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I could've sworn that we had a copy of 'American Gods' floating… - Vox Audita Perrit, Literra Scripta Manet.... — LiveJournal
The heard word is lost, the written letter remains...
I could've sworn that we had a copy of 'American Gods' floating around here that Maryke got as a birthday present. Where is it? I'm running out of books to read at work! I did discover three Discworld novels on our shelves that I hadn't read before though, that should carry me for another three days.

I'm also debating buying 'Galileo's Daughter' by Dava Sobel if it's at Borders, since I have a coupon or two to use up there. The other one I might use to get Serenity, since it came out on dvd here last week. All the spoiler avoidance for the past six months better damn well be worth it.

I finished watching Ultraviolet last week as well. Jack Davenport's character needed a hug. And I couldn't look at Phillip Quast (and the rather fake-looking grey streak in his hair) without expecting to see him grab Big Ted and start singing 'Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes'. But that didn't stop me enjoying it and lamenting that only six episodes were made. Still, Davenport mightn't have been in Coupling if Ultraviolet continued, so to everything there's a season and all that.

Work remains as boring as ever. Even the customers feel compelled to sympathize with me for having to sit in the commonroom with little entertainment for nine hours a day, which is a comfort, but still not taking away from the boredom much (save for that nice business student who sat down and discussed 'Brokeback Mountain' with me for about ten minutes before he had to go to class). However, by the end of this month, I will have subtstantially more money, Lent and the pressures of university to look forward to.

On a final note....I feel like the biggest traitor, but I saw the Heath Ledger version of Casanova. *hides* And while Ledger's got jack on David Tennant, there was Jeremy Irons, who was delightfully evil and sinister as the Vatican bishop who wants to hang him. Plus the always-funny Omid Djalili as Casanova's manservant, and Tim McInnerny, who was quite Percy-like as the Doge of Venice.

This version of the great lover's story struck me as more of a farce than anything. It didn't have those lovely poignant moments that hallmarked the BBC version, so there was little angst. That was sort of disappointing, and the plot reminded me of a Shakespeare in Love/Down with Love hybrid in a few ways (largely relating to Sienna Miller's character, but I won't spoil it for those of you who feel like seeing it). Don't get me wrong, it was enjoyable, but it doesn't even compare to Russell T. Davies's production.

Oh, and I thought Heath Ledger must have just put on the mumbling for Brokeback Mountain, but he did it in Casanova as well, which didn't quite seem right. And I just couldn't believe that Casanova was as good-looking. I personally find it much more interesting to think that a skinny cheeky little imp who looked like David Tennant could woo the ladies. That is to say, the idea that he couldn't rely exclusively on his looks and had to be charming and talented to arouse interest. To be unassumingly charismatic, as it were. That said...I am strongly biased towards Tennant, so take this whatever way you like. ^_^;

*pops two cents in the jar and gets off her soapbox*

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