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Who Makes Holiday Freezers
- A refrigerator is a cooling apparatus. The common household appliance (often called a "fridge" for short) comprises a thermally insulated compartment and a heat pump—chemical or mechanical means—to transfer heat from it to the external environment (i.e.
- A device for making frozen desserts such as ice cream or sherbet
- (Freezer (Pokemon)) Pokemon has 493 (as of Pokemon Diamond and Pearl) distinctive fictional species classified as the titular Pokemon.
- A refrigerated compartment, cabinet, or room for preserving food at very low temperatures
- (freezer) deep-freeze: electric refrigerator (trade name Deepfreeze) in which food is frozen and stored for long periods of time
- vacation: spend or take a vacation
- A vacation
- vacation: leisure time away from work devoted to rest or pleasure; "we get two weeks of vacation every summer"; "we took a short holiday in Puerto Rico"
- a day on which work is suspended by law or custom; "no mail is delivered on federal holidays"; "it's a good thing that New Year's was a holiday because everyone had a hangover"
- Characteristic of a holiday; festive
- A day of festivity or recreation when no work is done
- (make) give certain properties to something; "get someone mad"; "She made us look silly"; "He made a fool of himself at the meeting"; "Don't make this into a big deal"; "This invention will make you a millionaire"; "Make yourself clear"
- The structure or composition of something
- (make) brand: a recognizable kind; "there's a new brand of hero in the movies now"; "what make of car is that?"
- The making of electrical contact
- The manufacturer or trade name of a particular product
- engage in; "make love, not war"; "make an effort"; "do research"; "do nothing"; "make revolution"
"I'm a book editor from London - you're a trailer-maker from LA. We're worlds apart!" In this new romantic comedy about Americans and Brits falling in love, Jude Law actually has to say that line. He has to open his mouth and say it. To Cameron Diaz - whose character makes film trailers, by the way, not caravans. Poor Jude Law has to say this line, without wincing or crying or being turned into a column of soot by an angry Old Testament God. The line is very important, you understand, in showing how adorably different the characters are, and yet how deeply and felicitously they understand each other. In fact, their utter mutual incomprehension is far more serious than the movie ever concedes. Jude Law's character might as well say: "I'm a geologist from one of the moons circling Pluto; you're a chub fuddler from the Forest of Dean. We're worlds apart!" What Jude Law the actor might say is: "You're an attractive Hollywood star whose career could go either way, and so am I! We're from the same world! If we had sex, it wouldn't be legal, because we're already practically conjoined twins!" Cameron Diaz - her beaming, hyperactive face almost entirely devoid of ordinary human emotion - plays Amanda, a movie executive who has come to England on a cute "house swap" holiday with a stressed English journalist called Iris (Kate Winslet). Iris has had her heart broken and strikes various Bridget Jonesy poses of snuffly, tissuey, jumper-wearing despair around the house, before snapping up the house-swap offer and zipping over to live in Amanda's spiffy Los Angeles home for the Christmas holidays, leaving behind her roguish brother, Graham. This is the pulchritudinous Jude Law, the "book editor" with whom Amanda has raunchy sex with her bra on. Out in the US, Kate Winslet finds herself drawn to quirky, vulnerable musician Miles (Jack Black) - chubby, yet hubby material. This glutinous film is coated in a kind of buttery stuff, a soft golden glow of ersatz romance. It's as if they have taken the brown gooey contents of a million Mars bars and used it to develop the film - with the leftovers being poured down our throats. Everything is bizarrely unreal. Iris is allegedly employed as court and social correspondent of the Daily Telegraph, whose premises writer-director Nancy Meyers imagines as having an indoor cladding of Tudorbethan panelling, like the ground floor of Liberty department store. Amanda comes to live in Iris's chintzy cottage in "Surrey": a part of Surrey usually accessible only from the back of a wardrobe. Unforgivably, Meyers's script has someone saying that Cary Grant was from Surrey. My suspicion is that Meyers knows perfectly well Grant was from unpicturesque Bristol. Meanwhile, out in LA, Kate Winslet has befriended an ageing scriptwriter from Hollywood's golden age, played by Eli Wallach, whose elderly, twinkly-eyed, life-affirming wisdom heals poor Winslet's emotional wounds, and prepares her for the big new romance with Jack Black. If you get a chance, take a look at the poster for this film, on which the paired photos of Winslet and Black are smiling blandly, blankly in each other's general direction. It's entirely representative of what's not happening on the screen. They could be two waxworks together. Forget chemistry - were they even on set the same day when their scenes were filmed? It's a kind of bluescreen acting. Black had more of a relationship with King Kong. And Black just does not work as a romantic lead: his face is hardwired for wacky comedy. When he smiles in what is clearly supposed to be a winning way, it just looks creepy, or as if he is having some sort of intestinal spasm. But for real creepiness, for real oh-my-God-I-think-he-might-be-a-serial-killer creepiness, Jude Law's character wins hands down. When he shows up at Cameron's house-swap cottage, tipsy and needing somewhere to go to the loo and stay the night, my blood ran cold. Something about his cuddly overcoat, lovable scarf and Brit specs, made me think I was watching a remake of 10 Rillington Place. It seemed like Graham was going to wind up keeping Amanda in various sections of the freezer. Nothing quite so deplorable occurs, yet this is how he playfully rebukes Amanda, after some fairly sober talk about relationships and such: "You're seriously the most depressing girl I've ever met!" Diaz, who is 34 years old, plays a high-status professional who is surely entitled to consider herself exempt from the indignities of being addressed as a "girl". But she never betrays, with word or deed, any emotion other than awestruck gratitude for all this. Cameron and Jude are supposed to be the beautiful ones; Kate and Jack clearly less so. And yet it is Winslet, by persistently looking like a real human being, and maintaining an air of cheerful good humour, who weirdly emerges from this train-wreck of a film with her class intact. Like everyone els
Day 3: 3rd June 09
Today’s items are a motley selection. It was rubbish collection day today so I tried to get rid of things that couldn’t be usefully recycled or passed on. From top clockwise: Wooden frame from a magazine rack. This had a fabric part that held the magazines, but it had ripped in 2 places so I took the fabric off to use again, and just didn’t know what to do with the frame, so left it out for the bin men. Two packs of ice lollies. We bought these in 2007 when we had two Belarussian children stay. They went home August 2007 and these had been lurking in the back of the freezer ever since! Thought it was about time to get rid of them as I need to defrost the freezer ready to stock up for this summer. I put these on the garden, let them defrost, then snipped them open. I washed out the bags they were in and the sticks. The bags went in the recycling bag, and the sticks will be going in a bag of craft stuff that I am giving away tomorrow. Jar of lasagne white sauce. This had been in the fridge for a good few weeks. Last time I made lasagne I didn’t use it all and thought it would keep, but it had a sort of watery film over it and didn’t smell too nice, so I washed the jar out with hot water and flushed it all down the sink. The jar and lid will be recycled. Four packs of seeds I found lurking in a dark corner of the shed. The ‘plant by’ date on these seeds was January 2001, so I don’t suppose they are any good now. I planted these in the garden – well, not so much planted as threw them in all together. If they grow, all well and good, if they don’t, the birds will get a good feed. Big pile of letters and notes sent to me. As I hate to part with anything, it was a wrench to say bye bye to these, but some of these are years old and I really needed the storage container they were in for something else. They went in the paper recycling today. Leather handbag. I found it really hard to part with this as I’ve had it for over a year and really loved the design of it. Unfortunately two of the zips were broken and it kept coming undone on its own. I decided it was too much of a security risk to use any more, and wouldn’t be any good to anyone else, so I had to put it in the rubbish bag. Two books that have been read and won’t be read again. I'll give these to Oxfam next time I go. Half a bag of nuts. These have been hanging around for a couple of weeks, we kept meaning to fill the bird feeder up as it was empty, so I finally got around to doing it. Pack of notelets. I bought these on holiday last year in the US and really don’t know why. I make cards and notelets so it’s not as if I needed them! I am putting these in the charity tombola prize box. Craft storage boxes. I am having a serious downsize of my craft stash, and these boxes are now excess to my requirements. If I keep them there is a danger of my buying more and filling them again, so if I get rid of them I won’t be able to! I am giving these to a lady who is taking some of my craft bits through Freecycle. And that’s today’s decluttering. It’s gradually going, bit by bit. Only another 7 days to go!