So, we had the Academy Awards. Feh. Any hope of investment I might have had was quashed when Where the Wild Things Are, hands down the best non-obscure film of 2009, failed to get a single nomination. Not even for costumes.
Academy, I revile you.
On the other hand, any day that James Cameron does not win Best Director is a good day for me. And since it takes him 3-4 years to heave one of his teeming leviathans from the depths, I’m probably safe for another few Oscar ceremonies.
In other news, when I rousted myself from the four-hour reclinathon that is Watching the Oscars, I discovered a rather fetchingly dewy version of myself in the mirror. My hair had greased itself into a perfect sort of fashion-do, and my skin had a rosy glow.
M: Hey, Sweetie. I look kind of cute right now.
J: Um, you always look cute.
M: Okay, no. That is the opposite of true.
J: No, really.
M: No, really, YOU. I’m having a moment.
J: Hmm.
M: Look at me. I don’t get it, but I’m glowing.
J: You’re always glowing.
M: Oh my God! I’m having a glowment! That’s what this is!
J: [Chuckling.]
M: That is a very good word I just made up.
J: That is a very good word.
M: You know, word coinage is not the easiest job on the planet. I really scored with this one.
J: Yeah.
M: I could, like, market it. For a facial cream or something.
J: [Groan.]
M: Okay, yeah. Maybe we should just keep it to ourselves.
I like that word. You made me smile.
Liza, you are a champion commenter.