This was a magnificent movie – I saw it yesterday at Nova (oh yeh, cheapo Monday). I knew it was going to be black and white, but I didn’t really know what else to expect in terms of the film. It was almost like a doco in many ways; I loved the way they used the original footage in the film – it was incredibly well done (the Liberace interview was hilarious). They obviously studied Murrow’s originals very closely… otherwise it just wouldn’t have worked. Clooney was pretty good; David S… whatever… was marvellous as Murrow. The music was also great.

I was surprised at how short it was: maybe 90 minutes at the most. It felt longer, but in a good way. I was also surprised at just how short the period McCarthy was doing his witch-hunting actually lasted. I’m sure it felt like an eternity to the people involved, and it was a long time in politics I guess, but the interviews and investigations ‘only’ lasted about 2 years; I had always got the impression it lasted longer.

I cannot recommend this highly enough. You don’t have to be all that politically minded, either, which I think is a positive; it is fairly obvious, with the choices of speeches etc, just what was going on. Very clever, very good.

I just saw a baby bird take flight!

I presume it was her first flight because she was pretty unco, and a bit surprised-looking.

*Warning: anthropomorphism alert*

I went out this morning, and there was one of the babies standing on the edge of the nest. I thought I’d watch for a while… I was just about to come inside when she launched herself out. She tangled in the climbing rose for a little while, then pretty much fell onto the jade plant underneath. She sat there for a little while, then jumped down and ran around in the plants for a couple of minutes. Then she got adventurous and walked out the gate. By this time the mother bird was back, sitting in a tree (having fed the other baby), squawking a bit. The baby went out the gate and into next door’s place, and now I don’t know where it is. I do hope it makes it back to the nest…

The other baby had taken up position on the edge of the nest, but after a short time I decided it was time for breakfast so I left him to it.

Well, I guess there’s usually going to a dud in any bunch of cheapo books. I bought a pile of $1 scifi from a second hand bookshop a while ago, and Icerigger, by Alan Dean Foster, was one of them. I don’t think I’ll bother with any more by him.

The ideas themselves were really quite interesting, and some of his characters had a great deal of potential. However, he was trying to do too much. He tried to have some love interest thing going… and he would seem to forget about the female characters for pages on end, and there would be no explanation. This also happened with a couple of other characters. A few of the things that happen to the characters almost seemed a way of padding the book out to its just-over-300 pages, which I guess makes it look a bit more respectable. But for me, this was just a very disappointing book; did not deliver on all it could have.

It worries me that I know the words to “This is it”, covered by Dannii Minogue, and currently on Video Hits (and, let me hasten to add, I am only watching it because it is a covers edition). When, exactly, were painter’s overalls with no shirt underneath, but with a scarf on the head – for a dude – ever in?

And I had no idea No Doubt’s “It’s my Life” was a remake. There you go.

This edition is called “Covers and Remakes”, and I was pondering whether this was a tautology or not. My sister, though, came through with her differentiation: a cover (like, say The Wrights’ Evie) is basically the same version of the song. A remake is where they make substantial changes (like, say Scissor Sisters’ Comfortably Numb). I can live with that.

It always seems like a good idea to stay up late and finish a good book. (Although last night, there was a little voice suggesting that I might regret it in the morning… this either means I am getting old, or just conchy).

Anyway, I read all of The Rival Queens, by Fidelis Morgan, last night. It’s the second of the stories about Anastasia, Lady Ashby de la Zouche, Countess of… Baroness of…. It’s a great time to be writing about, because she gets to say nasty things about Pepys, and have him do silly things (based pretty closely on the sort of man he actually was, I think); it’s a time of rising morality about the theatre, and since this one is centred on the theatre, she has Cibber rewriting Shakespeare to make him better and the Countess herself calling him “an Elizabethan hack”. It’s also a time when medicine and technology are getting more recognisably modern, which I think helps to make it easier for a modern audience… although at the same time, it is still a superstitious (to modern eyes) time, which serves to shock the reader into realising just how foreign this time actually is (the ideas of Passions and Humours, for example).

It is a good story. The Countess and Alpiew are gloriously well described, and entertaining as ever – although I really do wonder when we will finally get Alpiew’s background completely described… possibly never I suspect. The twists and turns are subtle – in that they are acceptable, given the rest of the story, and not just an author’s out. I think Morgan must have done a lot of research on the geography of London at the time (late 17th? ), or else she is brazening out and, since I don’t know anything about, I’m just willing to go along with it. Which is fine. The story is great – which should be obvious from my 2am-er to finish it.

Today was a perfect holiday day, in many respects. Cricket on the teev (muted; a curse on Channel 9 commentators); music up loud; an excellent book. No one else around, so no on to talk to except the screen. Glorious.

I think our little black brid may be confused. I noticed it (I presume it to be the same one) back in its nest before Christmas; I thought maybe it needed somewhere cosy to roost for a while. No… there are more babies in there!! I really, really hope more than one survives this time. We saw Mama Brid feeding them yesterday; it was very exciting. I really wish, though, that I was about half a foot taller, and I would have a much better view inside the nest.

We also had more angel fry when we got home a few days ago – surprise, surprise. I thought that I would give J’s trick a go, and scoop some up in the net. Unlike J, I managed to actually get some in there, so I was pretty proud of myself. Of course, those I didn’t manage to catch proceeded into a diaspora, which didn’t last long…. And the problem is that those caught in the net didn’t last long either, because it turns out they can swim through the holes in it…

I think I may cry. On a little expedition to the shops, buy some lunchy type things…

… there were bags of Easter eggs for sale.

It is JANUARY!!