A House of Dynamite is a chilling film by Kathryn Bigelow that explores the terrifying scenario of a rogue nation launching a nuclear strike on the U.S. and the critical moments that follow.
Scarily accurate, authentic, and chilling to the bone, A House of Dynamite is Kathryn Bigelow’s peek inside just how it might all go down when a rogue nation decides to try its luck, and fires a nuclear warhead on the continental US, giving everyone just 20 minutes to decide if it’s real, and if so, how to respond before the shit hits the fan.
Highly recommended!
Just rescued a bunch of woolies from the tumble drier and snagged my fav M&S cardigan to wear …
The very definition of utter bliss!
Just got a reminder from my pharmacy to say don’t forget, I have an appointment tomorrow morning for my combo flu and covid shots.
Reminder to the rest of you, don’t forget to get Vaxxed this season, save lives!
The beef bourguignon is in the oven, you better believe it smells good!
Now, I just have to wait 2 hours to eat it.
Yay! We did it!
We scored really good seats for the Sarah McLachlan concert here, in Quebec City, on Saturday November 1. And I am stoked that we managed to grab possible the last pair together in the whole section facing the stage.
This will be my first concert in ages and, I can’t wait.
I struggled to finish the first episode of Chief of War starring Jason Momoa, last night. It was ultra violent in places to the point of showing us visceral disembowelment and people having the skulls smashed in. You know what, there’s historical accuracy, then there’s historical accuracy.
This is not a show I will be finishing.
Watched: The Diplomat S3 (⭐️⭐️) 📺
I had such high expectations for season 3 of The Diplomat given how season 2 ended (on a cliffhanger). But, have to say, all the usual snark and drama has been overshadowed by way too much sex. This season has turned into a very bad British sex-farce worthy of a Benny Hill episode. I mean, I understand that having sexual tension between certain characters is a must these days, and can really change up a show.
But, dear me, when it devolves into us seeing naked butts thrusting skyward for five minutes solid, you can get distracted quickly from the message that the world is, once again, on the point of annihilating itself. Several sex scenes in one episode become tedious quickly.
So much so that, by the end of the last episode I was, quite frankly, bored and couldn’t care less.
So, for all of you who are following along. This morning I went for my follow up endoscopy at the hospital. A three minute prceedure that, in the end, took almost three and a half hours.
But … skipping all boring details … the good news is: MY ULCER IS GONE.
Healed one assumes. And, as a result, the doctor told me I could stop at least one drug straight away. As to the second one? Well, I have no idea who to ask about that one. It remains to be seen over the coming weeks what effect this will have on my guts and health going forward. It’s certainly a weight off my shoulders to know the ulcer is gone. And maybe, just maybe, things are slowly getting back to normal.
My next doctor’s appointment is with the colon surgeon on November 6th.
It took me a long while to get into this one. I have to say that, after the first episode I was ready to abaondon it and, well, actually, I did in that my Apple subscription ran out and I waited till just last week to renew it.
Maybe the break was just what I needed because we’ve just binge watched the rest of the season. And — I loved it.
You cannot become a Canadian Citizen unless you:
love ice hockey
drink a gallon of maple syrup a day
know who scored the Stanley cup winning goal for the Montreal Canadiens
know what the Grey Cup is
wear a toque during winter
drink Molson lite
cheer for the Blue Jays no matter what province you live in
Hundreds of them. I mean, the air is thick with them. This usually tells me summer is definitely at an end when you see them all looking for somewhere to spend the winter, safe and warm.
They’ve been swarming for the last two weeks. They’ve also been providing a bonanza feast for all sorts of other animals and birds. The morning after we had our first rainfall in almost 3 month, which lasted all of about 6-8 hours, the birds and squirrels were our mowing the lawn. At least, when I opened the curtains and looked out, that’s what they seemed to be doing.
Three squirrels, 20+ sparrows (it was impossible to have accurate numbers they moved so quickly) plus six plump pigeons and two very noisy crows who kept bullying the other birds.
Each group methodically moving over the damp grass feeding on … what?
And then it dawned on me. Downed ladybugs. It had to be.
I’m guessing the rain had drowned many of them, meaning the band of grass between my apartment and the privacy hedge was littered with dead or dying ladybugs. The sparrows are out there again, this morning, doing aerial ballet, trying to snatch a snack midair. It’s enthralling to watch. Like live TV without the ads or inane voiceovers.
While in Montreal despite spending most of our holidays in the hospital, we did get to walk around some of the iconic 1976 Olympic Stadium.
Two different views of the iconic stadium tower which, by the way, you can go up inside to the top. But it’s all stairs and, well, I’m not that crazy.
Also, next door to the stadium, the planetarium had this fantastic building …
An oddly angled beehive version of the leaning tower of Pisa maybe?
Then, on the rainiest day possible, I mean, look at the waterfall coming off the building, we went to what was once the olympic velodrome, and what is now the Bio Dome. A fascinating looking squat building that was totally transformed to accommodate, well, all sorts of weird and wonderful animals.
I’m just glad it only rained the one day and for most of that day, we were inside communing with nature.
Despite the amount of rain the poured out of the sky on the first Monday we were in Montreal, we had tickets booked to visit the Bio Dome in the afternoon and, like two crazies, decided to get a taxi and brave the weather.
As you can see, it was raining so hard, there was a waterfall.
Once inside though, we visited the North pole to the Amazon and saw penguins, capybaras, otters, turtles and piranhas and a lot of very colourful birds.
It’s Sunday and I realise that I haven’t really shared any photos from our trip to Montreal, which as you know kind of got overshadowed by other events. So, here I am looking to rectify that with a few of my favourite photos from the Chinese Garden at the Montreal Botanical Gardens. One of the main reasons for us choosing to go and play tourist at Montreal in the first place. Neither of us had ever been before.
Crane Flight & Cherry Blossom panal
First of all, these gardens alone need a day to go around let alone the rest of the botanical gardens. So I was glad we managed to get a whole morning there before I ended up in hospital.
Chinese Tea House, Montreal Botanical Gardens
One of the most stunning parts about this garden are the buildings, done in traditional period style, and the formal gardens that surround them. All go to make up a harmonious mini village. From the lake to the pagoda to the bonsai tree garden, to the tea house and other pavilions. It was mesmerising, and tranquil.
Chinese Tea House, Lake, Bridge & Pagoda
I can definitely recommend visiting the gardens and making sure they spend at least 2 to 3 mornings, or afternoon visits in order to see it all. And don’t forget to ring the bell before you leave …
