I’ve no respect for the Oscar Awards. To those people wondering why, I suggest you read this list which shows, in alphabetical order, the films being considered for Best Visual Effects this year. You may notice a movie (two, actually) that is absent.
Disgusting.
Home from having breakfast with my folks, er, folk (my mother couldn’t make it, citing fatigue). So, my dad and I went and had bacon and eggs and pancakes and coffee and orange juice and, well, we talked. A lot. Not really anything of major importance, but…talking is good. It’s funny, now that I don’t live my folks, I really miss my father. A lot.
Let’s see, what else…my girlfriend rules at Trivial Pursuit, totally shaming everyone else at the table with her knowledge. I was, am, in awe, as per the usual. Beautiful and brilliant, she is.
Oooh, and one last thing. My fucking car is currently taking a dirtnap. Something under the hood started making a high-pitched whining sound the other day while I was driving m’love and I around the city and, until I figure out the problem and get it solved, I’m not driving the thing. Greatest point of frustration here? It coincides with the one weekend out of the year that I do the most driving — you know, driving around and shopping (yes, me, shopping), taking advantage of retailers and sales prompted by a religious holiday that, for me, has lost all significance.
Things I was hoping to find and purchase this weekend included a Matrix Sentinel boxed set, a Matrix APU boxed set, the two Hellboy trade paperbacks that I need to round out my collection, the freshly released hardcover editions of Stephen King’s “The Dark Tower” series (specifically volumes I, III, and IV), and…something for m’love that I won’t type here, because I know she’s reading this. ;)