Top 100 movies (according to someone...)

These are the top 100 movies according to imdb.com. I have taken time to bold the ones I have seen...it's actually sad how few "good" movies I've seen. Though I don't know if some of those on the list would really make a lot of people's top 100...tee hee.

1. The Godfather (1972)
2. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
3. The Godfather: Part II (1974)
4. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)
5. Casablanca (1942)
6. Shichinin no samurai (1954)
7. Schindler's List (1993)
8. Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il (1966)
9. Pulp Fiction (1994)
10. Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
11. Star Wars (1977)
12. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)
13. Rear Window (1954)
14. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
15. 12 Angry Men (1957)
16. The Usual Suspects (1995)
17. Cidade de Deus (2002)
18. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
19. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964)
20. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
21. Citizen Kane (1941)
22. Psycho (1960)
23. Goodfellas (1990)
24. C'era una volta il West (1968)
25. Memento (2000)
26. North by Northwest (1959)
27. The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
28. Lawrence of Arabia (1962)
29. Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, Le (2001)
30. Sunset Blvd. (1950)
31. It's a Wonderful Life (1946)
32. Fight Club (1999)
33. American Beauty (1999)
34. The Matrix (1999)
35. Vertigo (1958)
36. Taxi Driver (1976)
37. Apocalypse Now (1979)
38. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)
39. Paths of Glory (1957)
40. To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
41. Untergang, Der (2004)
42. Se7en (1995)
43. Léon (1994)
44. Chinatown (1974)
45. The Third Man (1949)
46. American History X (1998)
47. The Pianist (2002)
48. Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001)
49. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
50. Boot, Das (1981)
51. Hotel Rwanda (2004)
52. The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948)
53. The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)
54. Requiem for a Dream (2000)
55. M (1931)
56. L.A. Confidential (1997)
57. The Maltese Falcon (1941)
58. Alien (1979)
59. A Clockwork Orange (1971)
60. Metropolis (1927)
61. Reservoir Dogs (1992)
62. Rashômon (1950)
63. Sin City (2005) (yuck...I hated it)
64. Saving Private Ryan (1998)
65. The Shining (1980)
66. Double Indemnity (1944)
67. Modern Times (1936)
68. Singin' in the Rain (1952)
69. Raging Bull (1980)
70. The Manchurian Candidate (1962)
71. Million Dollar Baby (2004)
72. All About Eve (1950)
73. Some Like It Hot (1959)
74. Aliens (1986)
75. Rebecca (1940)
76. The Great Escape (1963)
77. Vita è bella, La (1997)
78. Touch of Evil (1958)
79. Amadeus (1984)
80. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
81. The Sting (1973)
82. Batman Begins (2005)
83. Jaws (1975)
84. Strangers on a Train (1951)
85. On the Waterfront (1954)
86. The Incredibles (2004)
87. Forrest Gump (1994)
88. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
89. Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
90. The Wizard of Oz (1939)
91. City Lights (1931)
92. The Apartment (1960)
93. Sjunde inseglet, Det (1957)
94. Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)
95. Braveheart (1995)
96. Crash (2004/I)
97. Nuovo cinema Paradiso (1989)
98. Ran (1985)
99. Blade Runner (1982)
100. Donnie Darko (2001)

Take care of your feet

Those of you bothered by feet, look away now...

You may wonder why I said this. I said this as I have some giant sore on the bottom of my foot. How did it get there? I don't know! All I know is that it all swelled up and made it almost impossible to walk through Carnival today. And my first visit there and everything. I mean I drank out of a coconut with a straw. It tasted so good. No. Actually it tasted like water slightly flavoured with coconut. Drinking it, I thought to myself that I could indeed get used to sitting on a beach somewhere drinking out of coconuts.

Now coconuts have nothing to do with feet but I wanted to mention it as it was a momentous occasion compared to now. Now being me sitting on my couch watching old movies as I can't put on my shoes. I got all dressed up and all shoes in my house, that I own, press against the giant sore on the very bottom of my foot. Needless to say, I can not leave my house without shoes. I live in London. I wouldn't even go without shoes on in Edmonton. So. So. I can't go out. I am doomed to the couch. I hope it's better by tomorrow.

If you don't like feet, you can look back now. And just remember to take care of yourself. Feet are great when you can walk on them. They are not so good when you can't...

To ugly naked man

Dear ugly naked man,

I saw you for the first time last night. At first you were in your boxers and I saw you over my flatmate's shoulder and I said "hm. There is a man only in his boxers standing in front of his window." and she said "Oh. That is ugly naked man. I haven't seen him since January, I thought he had moved." I thought, hey - it's just like Friends, how funny is that and really, he's not too bad. He's in his underwear.

At that point you proved me wrong. Oh how you proved my wrong. You stepped to the side of your window and with a quick flash, you were naked and standing proudly back in front of the window. Completely naked. You made me scream like a little girl AND made me seem like a prude. I even hid in the bathroom for a second to gather myself. When I completely wiped the shock from my face, I came back out and you were still there. AND reading a book. Standing up, naked, reading a thin hard back book, and looking at us out of the corner of your eye. My life will never be the same again. I saw your penis.

Blinded by the sight,
You slightly squimish back-yard neighbour.

Nice Guys (Girls) finish last?

A little somthin' somthin' about Nice Girls and Nice Guys...it's got the truth in there. Word.

http://ovenjay.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!E51F274A567CE769!211.entry

Things I learned from my ex(es) : part deux

Alert! Alert! Sister special! As it is her last night in town for a while (though I am trying to get her to move here), we thought we'd combine forces for another edition of Things I learned from my ex (es) *ENTER THEME MUSIC HERE*

1) Just because you are dating, doesn't mean he has any dress sense. If you want to wear a green dress, then go for it. If he can't handle it, then he's too weak for you bab-ee!
2) Wet towels + floor + unlimited time = dirty dirty dirty. Where's Kim and Aggie when you really need them?
3) Boys are just boys and girls are just girls. It's ok to recognize the difference.
4) Planning events in advance is normal. Especially when you have to get Radiohead tickets that'll sell out in 3 minutes upon their release.
5) Listening to someone pee when you are on the phone is not kosher. If you ask nicely in advance to the peeing, then that may be alright but just because you are sleeping together doesn't mean they want to hear EVERYTHING you do.
6) Close the door when you poo. It's the right thing to do.
7) Me and my toothbrush like to be alone when I'm brushing my teeth. I hate watching people spit and I hate it when people watch me. It's called privacy people!
8) Video games are for recreation. That doesn't mean cancelling plans to stay in to get to the end of Tomb Raider after playing for 48 hours. It may be good for some - but they probably don't go out much.
9) Asparagus makes pee smell. And not like roses.
10) Refried beans and salsa are tasty together. Yum yum yum.
11) The easiest way to get refried beans out of a can is to use the can opener on the bottom and then flip it over and open the easy open top. It just slides right out!
12) Too much beans and salsa makes your tummy hurt. And makes for a number of long hours in the bathroom. With the door closed, of course.
13) Getting angry at the TV doesn't make it work. Same goes for VCRs, DVD players and stereos. Some may say the same about computers but mine likes a little back talk.
14) Never slow dance to "I'll do anything for love" by Meatloaf when you have to pee as it is the longest song ever. This especially goes for those of you with small bladders.
15) You can download TV from the internet! It's like gifts from God. In television form.
16) Some guys don't read labels so if you want to keep your new wool sweater safe from becoming doll sized, then keep it well hidden.
17) Don't expect to get a replacement if it is shrunk. Accidents happen right?
18) Coffee is God. No one should come between you and your coffee or they must prepare to die. Accidents happen, right?
19) Fans are great at blocking out noise AND putting you to sleep. I love fan.
20) Sometimes you just need to have those laugh till you pee, falling down escalator moments. Nothing beats in-jokes at a boring party.

So that concludes our latest edition. My sister has finished another bottle of wine on her own so hopefully I've translated her mumbling correctly. I'm glad she can no longer read at this point or she'd kick my ass.

Desolete

Yes, that's right. It's that time. Sniff sniff. No...we're not doing an eight ball - that's too eighties - we're crying in our wine/ beer/ diet coke because Sarah is returning to Edmonton. Soon she will leave the mullets of London (stylishly ironic) to the mullets of Alberta (hereditary) and go back to the bosom of our family and her cat who has been crying for her everyday at 7 pm when she normally came home from work. That's the cat who's crying, not our family. I'm not sure if they noticed she was gone. True story (but we/ she's ok with it). So as I've been meaning to do it for a while, it is time for another "Things I learned from my ex" - special sister edition.

RADIOHEAD!!

Heather sez : Where is Mr. Thom Yorke from the band called Radiohead"	Sarah sez : "I don't know, but I sure am excited"

So some of you may or may not know that there is a little festival known as V Festival. It is sponsored by Virgin so think big corporate festival BUT there are actually good bands. By good bands I mean Radiohead.

Our first look at the man himself:

Hey Look! It's Thom! And he's singing...just for me.

So Radiohead played for almost 2 hours. Pure bliss I say. Sarah says pure orgasmic heaven. I think that means the same thing. Highlights include: A kick-ass light/ video show, the woman who hung from the top of the lighting grid changing the lights (she got her own round of applause), and songs such as Paranoid Android and Karma Police (twice).

And here is Thom-ee boy playing with the rest of Radiohead in their crowd stomping encore preformance of Creep, the song they say they'll never play live. Well, I guess if they're going to play a big corporate festival then we deserve to hear the best of the best. I almost wet my pants (Sarah did...but that's a usual occurance).

Hey You!!

This is the look you get from a Russian stage hand when you try to unassumingly take their picture. In an O'neils. At 3 am. But afterwards he told my sister "I want that picture. you send to me" That there, above? Only one interesting moment of a crazy night.

It all started uneventfully - I bought a handbag and my sister got one too and we made our way over to the Italian Kitchen (yum yum) to have dinner with the girls. Pasta eaten, wine drunk and conversations had and then I thought hey! My friend Rosa is playing a gig around the corner - how fun would it be if we went along. Only my sister and I were keen so off we went and it. was. actually around the corner. Two shops down in fact! Turns out it was a poetry night and we just missed my friend play but got to hear some crazy poetry instead. Afterwards in the bar, a few of the stragglers had us join them for a drink and a chat (yes - I said - you can make money from writing...not necessarily good writing but wahey!) and a couple of them suggested we head to O'Neils. And that's where the true craziness began.

At the table next to ours was a group of Russians singing and drinking. Turns out we stumbled upon a troop of Russian dancers from Moscow over here dancing at the Opera House. We danced, we spoke stilted English, we sang our national anthem (not sure how that even started), and got invites to hotel suites (no! We didn't go! What kind of girls do you think we are...). Sarah did give my phone number to one of the dancers who promised to call in seven years when he came back. How romantic. I wonder if he'll actually call. Hmmmmm. Russian dancer boys.

Pub kicked us out at 3 and we were shown the stage door of the opera house with a promise that we'd come back at 1:45 the next day to see Swan Lake. Unfortunately, the next day, my body was rebelling against me and the wine I drank so there was no moving in my near future. The couch was my best friend. Sorry boys! Another time...

And on the 9th day...

...the tour guide said rest.

It's late Sunday afternoon and both my Dad and sister, Sarah, are sleeping. My Dad on the couch, my sister on the bed and me - I'm on my other couch typing. We were all supposed to go see the outsiders at Somerset house at 7 but instead everyone is sleeping and we've lost our £13 each on unused tickets. But sleep makes arguements go away like what happened this morning between me and my sister. It happens sometimes but not the best way to convince someone that they should move to London because you want them there.

So these past 9 days have been tired ones. As Sarah and I haven't seen each other in a year and a half, we are up until 3 everyday and then I'm up early every morning working my 2.5 jobs and trying to make sure they don't get lost until we meet up that evening. I also forgot how many questions people ask when they don't know a place. I should have boned up! I bet I wasn't as good a tour guide as I thought I'd be :)

Tomorrow my dad leaves to head back to Canada which is strange as we've been together everyday for a week. It doesn't feel like it though. I think it may be the longest we've spent together since I was 8 or maybe ever. It's nice yet odd - you know? Especially as I'm now 28.

We're all keeping an eye out on the airlines at the moment. Sarah's freaking out that her very very expensive camera won't be able to come on as a carry on as there are no carry ons allowed and my Dad is worried because he has to put expensive jewlery in his suitcase and there's always rumours about things going missing...not that I think they will but...well...you never know. So here's hoping they ease up a bit. I'm glad they're diligent but it's nice to load up your carry on so you don't have to pay extra for your overweight suitcases.

Paris (not Hilton) : the Interview

Ok. I wrote a long and complicated post complete with pics about the Aran Islands and then poof. It was gone. In the meantime, I went with my sis and Dad to Paris. So this blog is a special interview edition with my sister.

Heather: So Paris. Is it really the city of lights?

Sarah: Lights, eh? At night yes, it is the city of lights. Complete with the cheesy eiffel tower light show which I missed due to the fact that I was in the queue to get to the top. But on top, the city was full of lights.

Heather: You can be funny if you want.

Sarah: Meh.

Heather: So did you like it on top?

Sarah: I always do. Was that funny?

Heather: That will do.

Sarah: I guess you can say it was a bit windy and crowded...BUT - the poor girl who was afraid of heights and made it to the top and survived. Woohoo!

Heather : Can you recall any memorable moments that stick out over the course of our 3 day trip?

Sarah : Well...the first one that sticks out is the recycled bread. It was 11 pm when we finally got to a restaurant after being denied dinner on the second floor of the eifle tower (they had the audicity of being booked! How could they? The Taylor sisters (and pops) were in town ). As we waiting for them to set the table, you (Heather that is) pointed out that there were baskets amoungst the bread in a larger basket. You insisted that there was a bite taken out of one. Everyone else couldn't believe it until I saw the man remove the bread from the basket and then return unused bread to the basket. Yuck. Then I was sick. End of story.

Heather: Is that all that you remember from your trip?

Sarah: The Centre Pompodeau (sp?). I could go back there for 3 days to just hang out in the pink room with the red shoe. It was there and it was big. Sarah Jessica Parker's personal wet dream.

Heather : All I know is that there is a blister on my little toe the size of Rhode Island. I would've said New Jersey, but that was too big - my blister's big but it ain't that big and I ain't no liar.

Sarah: Eww...feet.

Heather: Weren't you the girl I had feet fights with?

Sarah: And that is why I hate feet. Thanks. Thanks a lot!

Heather: Back to Paris. Was the Mona Lisa all that?

Sarah: I could see it's appeal. Couldn't get too close due to the crowd but I'm very glad I got to see it. Personally, I think the man carrying a dog in a sling on his bike edged ahead of the painting Dan Brown rode on the coat tails of. This amazing dog/man feat was followed closely by the one man accordian/ trumpet/ trombone/ singing and drums band placing the immortal smile in third of sights to see in Paris.

Heather: I personally think that the Venus de Milo was a better show then miss Lisa. With miss Venus, it's like she breathes. But....is made of stone. Quite a feat don't you think?

Sarah: Why yes. I agree. It made me take a big breath as you mentioned it.

Heather: Anything else you want to share with our fellow bloggers? A top ten perhaps?

Sarah: Hmmm. I'd go with -
1) Enjoy one cafe...or 10.
2) Be sure to eat a pain au chocolate twice a day.
3) Beware of the half-cooked salmon at the recycled bread restaurant. You think they got the English wrong and meant half a cooked Salmon but the other wording is more appropriate.
4) Wear shoes that aren't flip flops or new trainers. Ouch. Double ouch.
5) See the Effiel tour at night. C'est manufique (Heather's spelling, not mine!).
6) Look out for the tiniest lift in Paris. It was in our hotel. It also sported a curtainless shower and no water pressure. Yeehaw 2 star hotels!
7) Don't lose your museum card, Heather. Oh wait you did. Thank goodness Dad is named Brian which easily turns into the name Brianne. Oh Brianne. I always wanted a sister named Brianne. I finally got a cheerleader for a sister.
8) If you see the 1 Euro water outside the museum, be afraid...very afraid. Once again with the recycling. Not sure where the bottles came from, but if you pay that Euro, you'd be drinking from it.
9) The cheese was very strong in Paris. Most if it came from our Dad's brain. Master cheese maker in the flesh. We are merely his apprentices. (said in unison with Heather) Oh so much much to learn - you owe me a coke.
10) Dad's are great at carrying shopping bags. Even better then donkeys. Or camels. Except donkeys and camels don't wear watches and worry about missing the train - when we're on the platform!

Heather: Top ten indeed. Letterman eat your heart out. Any questions for me?

Sarah: What was the worst moment of the trip?

Heather: At previously mentioned bread recycling establishment, they brought me out my food twice with cheese even after specifically saying I could have none (and yes...I said it in French as well as english) 1.5 hours after Sarah had recieved and ate her half cooked salmon, I recieved a bowl of plain pasta with a spattering of quick French. The worst moment lasted from that point until he brought out tomato sauce. It was...well it was the most expensive pasta dish I've ever had of that...um...standard. And we didn't even get it taken off the bill for being something completely different then what I ordered (and I had to wait for 1.5 hours and it was 12:30 in the am by that point!). If only I knew how to complain in French. I'm good at complaigning about service in English. I'm an expert. Damn my French worthy of 2 year olds.

Sarah: So....how WERE the Frenchmen. You were gone for sometime looking for your museum pass. Was it really lost?

Heather: I'd like to say it was eventful but standing at the perfume shop trying to get the attention of a clerk to ask if they saw my pass was not the best time for a chat up line. He thought I spoke French, and the clerk thought I lost some bath beads. We tried to talk but all I could think about was that previous to verbal conversation he was staring at my breasts plus he was in the queue to buy ladies perfume. For his mom? Or him, or...I'm not too sure.

Sarah: Anything else?

Heather: What do you think?

Sarah: Time to sleep. Rest my feet...and enjoy my secret purchase from France.

Heather: Don't want to know. I'll make sure to knock before I wake you in the morning.

Sarah: Eww. Cigarettes. I meant cigarettes, sicko.

Heather: I tells them as I sees them.

Sarah: Still...make sure you knock in the morning.

Heather: Ummmmmm. Ok. Girl's gotta do what a...I can't even finish that. I'm in the next room. And she's my sister. And Dad's 30 minutes away. What would Freud say? Probably "go for it" but I say time to sign off. Come back for further installments over the next 12 days - interview style.

I'm Heather Taylor signing off. Stay Sunny San Fransisco...and Edmonton amd London and Paris and Dallas and...you get my drift.