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Just got to see the Poa trailer, finally, on the big screen, before RotK.
Wow.
Wow.
Dec. 17th, 2003
I know I'm nowhere near caught up reading the plethora of reviews and comments on my flist, and I'm already seven hours from the end of the movie, which I certainly need to see again (anyone from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_florida interested?) but I beyond exhausted and I needed to put my thoughts down.
Oh, have I sobbed today. Look, I know I'm a sap. I cried a pint of tears in You've Got Mail when Meg Ryan's character speaks about the Shoes books, so it's almost required that I sob in RoTK. ( But... )
And I can't wait for the extended edition; I've already asked for it for our anniversary next fall.
Oh, haven't I come a long way from the girl who, almost three years ago, saw the first trailer for LOTR and thought, "Rudy? And the kid from flipper? What the hell is this? Nope, no interest."
And I'm not sure I even would've seen FOTR without all the overwhelming discussion two years ago on LJ, then in playing around with the Very Secret Diaries, and hearing from those of <"http://www.livejournal.com/~heidi8/friends"> you who are longtime fans of the books. Of course, I'll make another try on them again, and will try not to get hung up by the Really Long Delay in Frodo and Sam's 'flight' from the Shire ("oh no! They're after us! Let's flee! But only after we get a good price for the olde homestead!").
Anyhow, I didn't only turn into a gibbering wreck at the film.
Tonight, Aaron and I saw Simon & Garfunkle (with the Everly Brothers) live in concert. Seeing art & paul together is something I never thought I would manage, but then again, I once thought that about Paul McCartney, and 18 months ago, I did.
And I think seven songs made me cry - the boxer, the only living boy in new york, sounds of silence (and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
copperbadge, I tried to do a phone post for you during the song but it didn't work, wah!), I am a Rock, All I Have To Do Is Dream, and, strangely enough, Mrs Robinson and Feeling Groovy. Not scarborough fair; that was Aaron, who, btw, pointed out that had he realised that I'd clutch at his arm and weep into his shoulder all day, he'd've not worn a brand new blazer (it was vaguely cold (47 degrees!) tonight.
Amazing show, and I just wish I had the time to see the film & go to their concert (in broward country) again tomorrow night.
But I'm afraid I'm old and don't have the energy to do this every night, so I'll just cherish the memories of today. And get caught up on LJ tomorrow...
hp_florida interested?) but I beyond exhausted and I needed to put my thoughts down.Oh, have I sobbed today. Look, I know I'm a sap. I cried a pint of tears in You've Got Mail when Meg Ryan's character speaks about the Shoes books, so it's almost required that I sob in RoTK. ( But... )
And I can't wait for the extended edition; I've already asked for it for our anniversary next fall.
Oh, haven't I come a long way from the girl who, almost three years ago, saw the first trailer for LOTR and thought, "Rudy? And the kid from flipper? What the hell is this? Nope, no interest."
And I'm not sure I even would've seen FOTR without all the overwhelming discussion two years ago on LJ, then in playing around with the Very Secret Diaries, and hearing from those of <"http://www.livejournal.com/~heidi8/friends"> you who are longtime fans of the books. Of course, I'll make another try on them again, and will try not to get hung up by the Really Long Delay in Frodo and Sam's 'flight' from the Shire ("oh no! They're after us! Let's flee! But only after we get a good price for the olde homestead!").
Anyhow, I didn't only turn into a gibbering wreck at the film.
Tonight, Aaron and I saw Simon & Garfunkle (with the Everly Brothers) live in concert. Seeing art & paul together is something I never thought I would manage, but then again, I once thought that about Paul McCartney, and 18 months ago, I did.
And I think seven songs made me cry - the boxer, the only living boy in new york, sounds of silence (and
copperbadge, I tried to do a phone post for you during the song but it didn't work, wah!), I am a Rock, All I Have To Do Is Dream, and, strangely enough, Mrs Robinson and Feeling Groovy. Not scarborough fair; that was Aaron, who, btw, pointed out that had he realised that I'd clutch at his arm and weep into his shoulder all day, he'd've not worn a brand new blazer (it was vaguely cold (47 degrees!) tonight.Amazing show, and I just wish I had the time to see the film & go to their concert (in broward country) again tomorrow night.
But I'm afraid I'm old and don't have the energy to do this every night, so I'll just cherish the memories of today. And get caught up on LJ tomorrow...