the dreaming tree

so i went and saw friday night lights last night, tuesday night. the first thing i did was spill half of the popcorn i bought on the way to my seat. i don’t usually buy popcorn for movies, but i did, and so it really annoyed me that i had spilled half of it. but i moved past that. anyway, the movie was good. the way i wrote the first part of this paragraph, it seems like i was setting up a long exposition of the movie and my response, but that is never what i intended. so you lose. or maybe i do, cause maybe you’ll stop reading my site. whatever. i liked the movie and i cried at the end when tim mcgraw placed his state-championship ring on his son’s finger. sports movies are always pretty emotional for me because i have always been an athlete and i’ve always been pretty emotional about stuff that i relate to. the only thing that really bothered me about the movie, and this is really only a matter of me being a nerd, is the fact that it didn’t look like 1988 to me, especially the jerseys, equipment and everything like that. a minor thing, but if you’re going to tell me it’s 1988 by repeatedly flashing the dates on the screen throughout the movie, i really need to see that portrayed beyond the music played on the players’ walkmans. like i said, i’m a nerd and i’m sure this bothered about nine other people. anyway, i enjoyed the movie and even got to cry.

and now, here are the lyrics to “pink moon”

I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
It’s a pink moon
It’s a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon.