Oscar Hangover

Man I can’t believe I stayed up and watched the entire Oscar extravaganza last night. Now I’m tired and a bit cranky with myself for spending too many of life’s precious hours with that boring event. If it weren’t for Will Farrell and Jack Black, I would be hating myself even more this morning. I’m very happy the whole LoTR trilogy business is done. I just never understood the hype around Peter Jackson’s directing abilities. I mean the guy can’t even make a movie that’s not 4 1/2 hours long. From where I come from, that’s just a lack of discipline. My two cats slept through the whole affair, only being roused for a brief show of appreciation for that jazzy tune from the Triplets of Belleville. I think they were into the guy playing the bicycle.

Thankfully the rest of the weekend wasn’t such a bland affair. I saw Urge Overkill at the Ave Friday night. They tore that place up. Genuine rock stars all the way. The UO have a penchant for all white suits. And for a bunch of aging rockers they looked better than many of the men on the red carpet last night.

Saturday the misses and I went a little overboard and purchased a fine danish end table. Up until this weekend I had a crummy little table next to my reading chair and it was beginning to sag from all the books and magazines piling up. Things would spill off from time to time and it was making the entire living room look like the floor of Mount Saint Helens. The new table has done wonders. Fine furniture has an odd psychological effect on myself. I think when you treat your furniture like art instead of simply something to sit in or put something on, you get a much more satisfing feeling just walking into a room. I guess it’s just another sign of aging but nice furniture brings me much happiness.