I wonder if he got a ring for his birthday
Today Peter Jackson turns 43. He and I are the same age, or will be when I undergo my next rite of birthdayhood in December.
So let's see.
Peter Jackson at 43 has a slew of Academy Awards, millions of dollars in the bank, the acclaim of fantasy enthusiasts everywhere, and directed quite possibly the greatest trilogy of films in the history of cinema.
I wrote a terrific review of The Two Towers once. And a pretty good review of the Fellowship of the Ring Extended Edition DVD too.
Hmm.
Excuse me, but I think I'll go drown my miserable existence in a vat of cream soda now.
So let's see.
Peter Jackson at 43 has a slew of Academy Awards, millions of dollars in the bank, the acclaim of fantasy enthusiasts everywhere, and directed quite possibly the greatest trilogy of films in the history of cinema.
I wrote a terrific review of The Two Towers once. And a pretty good review of the Fellowship of the Ring Extended Edition DVD too.
Hmm.
Excuse me, but I think I'll go drown my miserable existence in a vat of cream soda now.
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 7:55 PM
2 insisted on sticking two cents in:
It's so funny how we're never satisified. You're one of the few people I read regularly who makes a living(!) as a freelancer. Do you know how jealous that makes me feel? ;-)
Well, I never said it was a profitable living, Joel...
I'm certain that you realize I wrote this particular post with my tongue firmly ensconced in my cheek. In my (nearly) 43 years on this big blue marble, I have been fortunate beyond any reasonable expectation. I've traveled the world. I've developed two careers in which I actually am compensated (in more ways than merely financially) for doing the things I love most in all the world. I got 15 minutes of fame that actually stretched into several years. I enjoy pretty sound health for a middle-aged fat guy. I have the love of a great woman, a great daughter, and a great dog. I don't owe anyone money. I sleep soundly and in good conscience at night, and I look eagerly forward to each new day.
In short, I am among God's creatures both the most blessed and the least deserving. Kid though I might, I wouldn't trade my life for anyone's. Not even Peter Jackson's. (Even though his cowriter Philippa Boyens would make an even cuter workday companion than my dog.)
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