I went out with my sister and Irene last night for a girls night out that included a delicious meal at Moxies, some shopping time, and the new 3D movie "How to Train your Dragon." I was expecting the movie to be mildly entertaining with lots of action and little plot. Though it didn't boast a large quantity of time to the important art of character developement and plot, it was actually a really fun movie. I instantly fell in love with the sweet and dry humoured young hero who found himself at odds with his strong viking society and with the dragon toothless who was far from it (toothless that is). Toothless somewhat resembles a mix of a cat and a dog in temperament and I couldn't help but think of my cat when he regurgitates part of his meal as a present for his new friend or of my old dog Nikki when he lifts his gums up in an attempt to grin. I would highly recommend this movie to everyone who enjoys cartoons.
One thing continually bothers me as I read Diana Gabaldon's richly detailed story of Claire Beauchampe, a doctor who innocently walks into a stone formation in Scotland and winds up in 16th century Scotland. Much has happened since this beginning...Claire has married Jamie Fraser the young and impressive Scottish Laird (against her wishes), fallen madly in love with him regardless of a precarious beginning to their relationship, followed him around as they attempt to evade the English, fought with him at the battle of Culloden, been forced back through the stones to safety with their unborn child, raised their child with her ambiguous husband from the future, returned after her child had grown up so that she could find him, made a new life with him in an American Colony, and been surprised by the appearance of her daughter and new son in law in 16th century America. Through their many, often rediculous, adventures there is that one thing that my brain ...

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