BREAKING NEWS: IS ANYONE ELSE HAVING TROUBLE WITH COMMENTS OR IS IT JUST THAT THIS POST HATES SHULA?
'Twould be great if you could let me know if you can see the comments option - @rootshootmarry on Twitter or becandcall at optusnet dot com dot au. Ta.
I found this post in the big batch I republished last month - I still haven't sorted them back into their proper dates, is there a simple way to do that, anyone?
Anyhow, this post didn't seem quite finished. It kicked off with all this angsty stuff about turning 40 (yawn) and then there was a photo missing, and, most telling of all for humble little me, there were No Comments.
Just didn't seem like it made it to the cyberwebs first time around.
So, if I DID publish it back then, and you've already played this RSM game, and it's just that I somehow lost the comments when I republished even though all the other posts kept theirs? Well it's a good thing that you're a bit older now too and you probably don't remember it too well either. You poor old thing..
Ready to play? Then let's get serious. This week's resurrected theme is Bad Break-Ups. I could have called it "It's not you, it's me", or "We can still be friends" - but we're really not talking about that kind of break up.
Instead, these are the break ups that make you wish you'd done a lot more rooting, and a bit less marrying, before the shotgun appeared.
And because of the break-up theme, of course we're doing them in pairs. And if threesomes do it for you, I may even relax the Rules this week. Because I've found it pays to be nice to deviants. You know who you are.
Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman
I know I'm a philistine, but I've found there are very few Old Movies that live up to their hype. Casablanca does it in spades.
Ilsa: I can't fight it anymore. I ran away from you once. I can't do it
again. Oh, I don't know what's right any longer. You have to think for
both of us. For all of us.
Rick: All right, I will. Here's looking at you, kid.
Ilsa: [smiles] I wish I didn't love you so much.
Secondly, to Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh
Scarlett: Rhett, don't! I shall faint!
Rhett: I want
you to faint. This is what you were meant for. None of the fools you've ever
known have kissed you like this, have they? Your Charles, or your Frank, or your
stupid Ashley!
and finally to the more modern Carrie Ann Moss and Keanu Reeves.
Anyone who could stay awake til the end of the third Matrix film (it took me several goes) knows that it doesn't end well for the lovers.
Trinity: Six hours ago, I was ready to give my life
for you. Do you know what has changed in the last six hours?
Neo: No.
Trinity: Nothing.
mtc
Bec
