Subject: Another person who thinks Die Hard is a Christmas movie?
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Posted on: 2008-12-23 11:07:00 UTC
I'm not alone in the world! Certain people I know insist that being set at Christmas does not qualify it as a Christmas movie.
Who is travelling this Christmas/Winter/Summer Break? I am writting this in Narita Airport as I am waiting to get across the big blue to Canada. Where are you going this year, even if it is only going home for the break from University/School?
Talk to you all at a more decent hour,
Leto
Visited family in the inner and outer western parts, might visit those in the north.
...FINALLY, after being snowed into Bostonarea due to Logan having near-white-out conditions Sunday. Sucked.
On the other hand, I played thirty some odd hours of Symphonia. This makes up for everything.
Third best Christmas movie ever (following Noise and Die Hard).
I'm not alone in the world! Certain people I know insist that being set at Christmas does not qualify it as a Christmas movie.
What is it that qualifies a Christmas movie, but the fact that it's set at Christmas? Home Alone's a Christmas movie, the only reason it's so is because it's set at Christmas.
Welcome to the Die Hard Christmas fray, my friend. :P
I really need to find the DVDs again. I haven't watched Die Hard in ages. Stupid mothers who won't let you watch 18-rated films even though you're old enough and have been watching them since you were seven.
My family's definition of a Christmas movie doesn't seem to involve guns, explosions and swearing. Christmas Day in our house always involves guns, explosions and swearing though.
Well, when I've got the heater on full blast anyway.
Sorry if it rains, Brits. Don't Forget the Lyrics was on, and then we found the Top 20 Christmas Karaoke on TMF. Singing was a given.
I have just had my usual 12 hour bustrip from Scotland to London. It would have been fine apart from the three little chavs who embarked at Preston (at 2am) and proceeded to talk loudly for much of the rest of the journey!
Return journey to look forward to next week!
Scotland? Heh, I've got family up there. Wish I could go see them.
Chavs are annoying. Had one hold up a local bus for quarter hour yesterday because he tried to use a £20 note to pay for a £2 fare when the driver had only just come on shift. Cops were called.
Though of course the train I took was three and a half hours late. >.> Which lead to me missing the last ferry out of Seattle to my home island, which lead to an emergency night in Seattle.
And we've also been getting dumped on this weekend. Snow. Right now we've nine inches. And the power was out for eight hours or so last night.
It's been fun.
Hope you get un-stuck, Leto. ^^; If you haven't already.
I need the rest at home - I'm working eight-hour shifts today and tomorrow because I work at a cinema and it's busy season. Gah. Hate hate hate. Thank God it's closed on Christmas Day.
I just finished two eight hour shifts for this weekend.
Make sure to take breaks?
(Actually, it's clearly not, but it's a nice bonus).
Well done to all those people who faced a marathon migration back home! Hope that the holidays are worth it. XD
I got the Oxford tube. So I got to read more PPC on the bus and be stared at. XD But at least there's a bus stop in Victoria so I didn't have to face the (real) tubes to get the train home to Chavstone.
Mind you, I'm only staying home until New Years, then I'm running back to Oxford and the peaceful bliss of my own bedroom that I don't have to share and an Internet connection I don't have to fight for.
I'm snug in my bed at home in DC right now, leaving the frozen wastes of Wisconsin behind me. I'm not sure if that's traveling though, or more a "college student who hasn't settled down yet" thing.
I'm hoping to see the inauguration, though--will that make up for the lack of "visiting new places"-ness?
I don't actually have anywhere to go as of now. Heh.
Mum's got to work Christmas, and Dad's having surgery on his leg, so he won't be going anywhere. We'll be nice and cozy at home. ;-)
I shall be going all the way down my cul-de-sac, nipping down the street, crossing the main road, and ambling down another street, to go to my parents'. A total journey time of ten minutes. Admittedly there will be a further five minutes in a car to my grandparents', but as they only live two miles from my house, we should probably skip the song and dance.
Yay for drunken Christmases in reach of one's own bed! (For that happy passing out experience.)
Not really anywhere to go for a 16 year old in the middle of such a ridiculous snowstorm, and my mum had a car accident so she needs me to take care of her anyway. Ah well.
Hope she feels better.
I'm going to drown myself in fanfic, though. And try to watch Battlestar Galatica. Because Miss Cam introduced me to it. ^.^
Sadly I'm remaining at home in the suburbs of Chicago. Wish I could go somewhere... *sighs*
~Zoe~
Instead I'm stuck on a different continent than my husband, waiting for the idiotiotic UK government to decide whether I deserve a spouse visa or not.
Not that I'm, you know, bitter or anything.
Well, maybe just a bit.
At least you didn't try to move and *then* marry him. Because there's all sorts of ridiculous laws about being able to support yourself here (despite not being able to legally work) before they let you come over and get hitched. Plus there's that bit where you have to have met more than once, because this presumably proves you're not in it for the visa.
Isn't the UK fun?
. . . that I'm actually ineligable for a visa, as of November, because of a new law that raised the age limit. However, my application was in before the law went into effect, so . . . we're waiting to see if there's any sort of transition period there or not.
It's great fun.
I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally hate the UK government.
So you're both of you old enough to be married, but you're not old enough for a visa that will let you live in the same country? Someone somewhere really didn't think that one through.
Could be worse though. You could be trying to move to NZ. They don't let you in, last time I checked, just because you've a spouse there, or even if you've a child who's a citizen. You have to have valuable skills to offer the country too. Which, unfortunately, means my plan to emigrate and be Trojie's nanny/librarian/muse may need some work.
. . . idiotic. That's what I get for editing without thinking. Funny things happen when you aren't thinking.
To work and back every day...through ice and snow. It's quite exciting actually, like a mini-adventure each day.
My company paid for me to fly to the Emerald Isle for a long weekend so that all the members of our company could meet up at a Christmas party. (If you've been wondering why I haven't been posting lately...) :D
It was fantastic. The area we stayed in was beautiful. It was called Clifden. Small villages, lots and lots of bog and cliffs by the sea, gorgeous mountain ranges. Very wet, of course: I saw three rainbows in one day! Best. Christmas party. Ever.
Mmm...
*distributes virtual Irish pudding to everybody*
We will be visiting my grandmother during the morning and then dinner will be at my uncle's house. We will be joined by my other set of grandparents. My Christmas doesn't end until Saturday when I go to visit my grandfather and grandmother. We will be travelling in Virginia and Maryland.
with pillows and blankets and mattresses and teddy bears. It's called Sleep Land and I need it after two weeks of exams (even if they were only mocks. God, the real ones are gonna kill me). :)
My closest family members who do NOT already live under the same roof as I are about twenty-four hours of travel away, the complete opposite side of the planet. Can't exactly afford the fare, either. So I'm staying home and wasting time. :)
Enjoy your trip(s)!
Weird. My closest relative who doesn't live in the city is about half that time away, by train. She's, oh, four hundred miles off? Clearly your country's idea of speedy transport is better than mine's.
Last time I travelled to Scotland, it took a day from the moment I had to get up to when I could finally crash at my grand parents' house. Did I miss something here?
*ducks the pole*
300 mile drive across the state from university to home, took 7 hours. Snow all the way, and snowing for a good part of it.
I've already traveled from college to my boyfriend's house to home. On Monday I'm going to travel from home to my paternal grandparents' house, then to my maternal grandmother's house, to my uncle's house, to home, and finally back to college. Three different states involved in all that. Looots of driving.
~Neshomeh, who has not been able to catch enough private time to record anything that she's promised to, and it's annoying her.