Went to Milca’s mom’s place yesterday. I made pasta from scratch. Well, I didn’t physically mix the dough, but watched that phase. I helped with manufacturing the dough into noodles. It’s painfully simple, and dry pasta doesn’t hold a candle to the fresh stuff. After making the pasta, we went on a hike with Milca’s brother and the dogs, Joni and Lou. They’re named after Joni Mitchell and Lou Reed, respectively. After going along a trail I hadn’t been on yet, and sweating bullets, we went back to Milca’s mom’s to eat said pasta.
After moving out of the house with satellite TV, I find myself without any television. Sure, there’s a TV in my living room, but no cable or satellite. This being the case, Milca and I picked up a TV antenna on the way home from her mom’s so we could watch the Oscars. We missed the first hour and a half, but caught some of the finer moments that we were looking forward to, like Mitch and Mickey singing “Kiss at the End of the Rainbow.” Christopher Guest is easily one of my personal heroes. LotR won everything they were up for. Fucking A. I had just been talking the night before with some of Milca’s friends about how fantasy and Sci-Fi gets shut out when it comes to things like art direction and costuming. You just can’t deny the bad-assedness of LotR. Of course, Fellowship should have also recieved some of those Oscars, but what are you going to do? Peter has his 3, his wife has 3, his homies from back in the day have theirs, and he’ll never have to worry about any studio backing his projects ever again. No harm, no foul.
My only beef was with Billy Crystal. After Sean Penn accepted his award (and commented on the lack of WMD’s, cracking my ass up), Billy pointed out that Bill Murray seemed peeved. Granted, I saw the look on his face when the 5 way split screen went in for the zoom on Sean, but why do you have to point it out? I want to see Mystic River, as Bill’s opinion of Sean’s performance may have caused the grimace. Whatever. Bad form, Billy. The jokes were kind of weak this year. Enough about New Zealand already. The catch phrases were really stale. Maybe you should make another City Slickers in New Zealand with Peter Jackson’s help. You could have to herd Rat Monkeys from Sumatra to the Wellington Zoo. Just hope you don’t get “the bite.”