| Poem for Tuesday |
[Feb. 24th, 2009|12:38 am] |
( A Street )
I'm still feeling icky. I had good intentions -- I was going to get up and out early and get my new glasses -- but I was a slug all morning and by the time I was organized, it was practically time for Adam to come home for tennis, which we had to get to early to get his racket grip replaced. And after that I was a slug till dinner. So I have nothing to report besides the stock market plummeting, Ritz Camera filing for bankruptcy, and other charming news like that.
( National Geographic Birds )
I know I said I didn't care who won Best Actor so long as Rourke lost, and I've been unimpressed with Sean Penn sometimes -- he's said and filmed some really sexist things, considering how progressive he's supposed to be -- but if his win gets Milk seen by more people, that's reason enough for me to be delighted he got the Oscar. I also appreciated his shout-out to his scriptwriter, who gave the most moving speech of the night. And speaking of gay rights, Nathan on Heroes keeps making me think of J. Edgar Hoover, on a brutal hunt against one group of people because he's afraid and ashamed of belonging to that group...I'm still really not liking the show. ( Spoilers. ) |
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