| Poem for Sunday |
[Feb. 29th, 2004|10:16 am] |
( Southern Road )
![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) mandc100: "Churning", for the sick-or-injured challenge. Probably because I ate too much last night.
Today my younger son has a birthday party to go to at a bowling alley and then wants to get his very, very long hair cut very, very short so he can spike it with red hair gel. I suspect that his hair is too fine to spike no matter how much goop is put into it but if he wants to try, fine. Right now it's past his shoulders, which doesn't bother me but bothers my parents greatly, so I am going to be most amused with their reactions when he shows up with reddish pseudo-spiked hair.
Tonight my good friend is coming from Illinois for the Oscars -- whoo! I'm rooting for ROTK for Best Picture, but if M&C wins every technical award for which it's nominated, I will be very happy, and I truly don't care which Peter wins for Best Director; that award tends to be given for lifetime achievement as much as for any given film, and Weir is long overdue, and wonderful as I thought FOTR was, I'm just not as sure that Jackson will ever repeat that level of work -- go ahead and unFriend me if you wish, but I don't think TTT or ROTK did. So since Clint already has an Oscar and I won't root for Sofia over people who've proven themselves repeatedly, no matter how good her movie is, I'll cheer for Jackson when he wins and secretly pull for Weir. |
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