Kroe - Congratz Fed and Marty

It's weird: I've had a very eventful weekend, been through lots of emotions (this turn reminds me soooooooo much of Justine Henin- she's always using this phrase - somehow, I feel it, too), and yet, I haven't written a thing in days. Not here, at least. What's even weirder, is that I don't really feel like writing about the stuff I've been thinking about.

Instead, let me write a little bit about the nonsense I've been occupying myself with, while doing my daily procrastinating routines. First of all, there's been lots of exciting things to read up on in the wonderful world of tennis. Lots of tournaments going on, some young players making a name for themselves, supposed tennis superstars falling short, and, most importantly, the number one player (some Swiss guy with what some people believe to be a tricky name) claiming yet another mind-blowing record by entering his 162nd consecutive week at the very top, ... As a result, I've been reading lots and lots of well-written, insightful articles on these topics, helping me rejoice at the successes of utter strangers, whilst prolonging my own lack of success.

In addition, we've had the oscars yesterday and, while I haven't really followed the lead-up to the oscars (remember: it's all relative), I was most certainly excited, once that party of decadence (two words: red carpet)started drawing closer. I even did some reading up on that Jennifer Hudson, so as to heighten my level of interest (if only I could muster the same level of curiosity/involvement for things that actually matter in my own life). Then, when I woke up early(I had to, D. was to go to work earlier than normal), I got really excited, waiting for the results of best actress/actor, best director and best picture. Having read enough at this point in time, I knew Helen MirreNNNNN (not Mirrer) and Forest Whitaker were the heavy favorites in their respective categories, but it's still exciting, seeing their names emerge on the screen (there wasn't any TV-coverage, here in Gent) eventually. However, I only got really excited once I knew the best director was up next... Try to imagine me reading the various imdb-message-boards, getting invested in those discussions, all the while renewing the other windows, hoping to see the winner's name already!!!!! Of course, this is when D. decides to get up and have me move over, so he can check his email. So I turn on the tv, go over every channel 5 times or so as to see whether they'll decide to show the climax of the oscars live for some odd reason. And then, finally, I stumble on BBC World. The main story is of course on Iraq's bombing of the day or something (honestly, no disrespect intended), but what do I read on the bottom of the screen??? "Martin Scorsese named best director".




(The empty lines are supposed to represent my muted happiness)



How great! How exciting! I haven't seen The Departed yet, but it must be well-deserved! Besides... Who cares if The Departed isn't any good (I sincerely believe it is, though), it's adorable Marty, for crying out loud!!! Just a few minutes later, the BBC Worldservice actually SHOWS images of The Departed being crowned best piture too. Again, I haven't seen any of the nominated films, I'm just very supportive of my darlings, 's all! Granted, I loved Mystic River by Eastwood, but he's had ENOUGH oscar recognition already. As for Inarritu's Babel, many critics' favorite (and considering I loved 21 grams more than Mystic River or just about any film ever made, I'm really interested to see this picture as well), well, you know... he's young for a director and I'm sure he'll have his day of oscar glory sooner rather than later (unless he becomes the new Scorsese, most accomplished director to be overlooked over and over again). Anyways, I declare here and now, that I'll root for him next time round.

For now, I'll be basking some more in the successes of two of my favorite utter strangers, whilst trying to get some work done at home.

Kroe xxx