Apparently the internet is freshly taken with Jennifer Lawrence.
I just want to go on record with the fact that I mentioned how much I admire her work lasterday*, in my post Tom Hiddleston: self-deprecating, intelligent, charming, gentleman – now a vampire. (Yeees!!)
She was amazing in Winter’s Bone and Silver Linings Playbook. And in The Hunger Games, of course. She even elevated a middling horror/thriller, The House at the End of the Street, into pretty-darn-good territory. Later this year, we’ll see her reprise her role as Raven / Mystique in X-Men: Days of Future Past, And she’s rumored to be slated to star in Burial Rites, based on the book of the same name.
Clearly I’ve been following her career, but I hadn’t thought much about what she might be like as a person. Seeing the new viral video of her being a good human being reminded of the way she reacted to Jack Nicholson’s presence, back when she won her Oscar for SLP.
When it comes to charm and appeal, she and Hiddleston seem to be in the same league.
I am suddenly struck with the idea that the two of them would make beautiful babies together.
(I swear, this is not going to turn into a celebrity-watching blog.)
* Lasterday is a word my daughter coined when she was little. It means sometime before now, and probably recently, but not any particular day.
Yesterday, I posted this pic – in which I an NOT massively pregnant – to Instagram, etc. (Perspective is everything.)
Folks have been asking HOW I scraped my knee, so here’s the story:
We took the dog down to the laundry room. He was was wandering around as we moved loads – being a good dog – right up until a little girl and her mom and dad appeared in the doorway. He loped over to see the child, who promptly screamed. I made a running dive for his leash. There was carpet. My jeans, and my knee, tore.
I don’t remember a scraped knee being so … sting-y when I was a kid. I must have been tougher back then.
No real harm was done, as he didn’t actually touch the girl, but he was startled and dismayed by her reaction … and by my reaction, I suppose. I think he may have learned a lesson, because he was very obviously contrite when we brought him back into the room and put him into a down.
Ah, the joys of owning a big, goofy dog.
How old were you when you last scraped your knee?
Music for a lovely stroll through a graveyard in the Bronx … or anywhere else, I suppose.
NOTE: Because I’m a stickler for respecting copyright, anything posted here at the blog will be carefully vetted – I’ll only embed videos and sound clips posted to YouTube by the artist for sharing, or those being offered by the original artist from the artist’s home page. If you know of a cool, creepy, macabre or mysterious song, drop me a comment. I’m always looking for good stuff.