Martine Pagé

I would like to thank the Lord of the Rings for making this Oscar evening rather boring and predictable.
(No, I did not see the 2nd and 3rd movies because I couldn’t wake up after the first one.)

I would like to thank Renee Zellweger for managing to not pout for more than 3 seconds at a time.

I would like to thank Denys Arcand for making me watch this show with anticipation for hours and for not saying a word once he got the award.

That is all.

Thank you.

(Oh, one more thing: Why, oh why can’t a perfectionist like Peter Jackson realize how badly he needs a haircut – or at least a brush to the hair – and if he is so into details, why can’t he see that his glasses need to be replaced? Can’t one of the 25,000 people on his crew talk to him about it?)

They say you should always have your screenplay read by someone you trust, someone who’s not afraid to tell it like it is, before you even consider sending it to the producers.

Well, I’m happy to say that my first reader loved the new draft of my script. As he was reading, I could see in his eyes that he just couldn’t wait to find out what was going to happen next.

I just don’t think he liked the ending very much.

The most exciting thing I found on Orkut so far is a discussion about poutine in the Montreal community forum. Oh, and a few photos of cute guys.

Am I missing something?