| Poem for Sunday |
[Feb. 15th, 2004|11:50 am] |
( Painkiller )
Finished my review round-up, yay! And Caillan posted the site columns even though I wrote 3/4 of them last night...ah well, will try to save for next week. Today we are being hobby geeks and going to model train stores and the Boyds Bears factory, and to hike a little at Gettysburg if it's not too cold. Guess I will be missing the BAFTAs -- someone tell me if M&C wins anything big! The New York Times has an Oscar section today with another full-page ad, and A.O. Scott picks Weir for Best Director.
It seems quite chilly here but the groundhog that lives in my in-laws' backyard is out, so it must not be that bad. Here he is:
For obvious reasons I am dubbing him Maximus.
Will post spectacular sunset pictures tonight. The sky here is unbelievable. |
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| I Know How Some Of You Will Feel About This |
[Feb. 15th, 2004|04:38 pm] |
so I will content myself to a very quiet squee that Peter Weir beat Peter Jackson at the BAFTAs, even though I am perfectly content that LOTR beat M&C for best picture and I am positive that these results will not be repeated at the Oscars when I expect ROTK to sweep. Article reprint here. And here is the Aussie coverage.
Am back from lovely afternoon at Boyds Bears HQ which was almost too cute...a lot like the Yankee Candle Factory in Connecticut only, well, bears. Kids won little ones in a presidential scavenger hunt and we bought them stuffed guinea pigs. More after I see the pictures. |
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