Seriously. Go ahead and try. I dare you.
It's Wednesday night and I'm finally getting to watch the Oscars. I love the Oscars. I love movies and most of pop culture, so it's hard to disappoint me. I liked Hugh's take on the whole thing--he's easy on the eyes, talented, and doesn't seem to feel the need to take himself seriously.
I liked the tributes to each actor by the former winners. At first I missed the film clips, but it felt more personal, and since I figure they all kind of know each other anyway, it was a nice way of "passing the torch", so to speak.
I bet I saw more interviews with Indians than you all did. Seriously. Every single Indian person directly or remotely connected to anything related to the Academy Awards was interviewed. Did you know that the best documentary winner was also an Indian subject?
Wow. Jerry Lewis's MDA telethon has raised over 2 BILLION dollars since he started back in 1966. Wow.
Why do women who date Justin Timberlake think lank greasy hair atop a weirdly constructed dress is hot? I'm talking to YOU, Cameron Diaz and Jessica Biel.
When I saw "Enchanted" I thought Amy Adams had a bit of an edge to her not present in her animated Disney compatriots. Now I think she's just a bit bitchy. She was barely tolerant of the interview I saw (on Star Movies). And her necklace looked kind of like a mosaic I tried to make at camp once. But maybe now that's just me being bitchy.
Good Lord, why does anyone think that Robert Pattinson is handsome? I think he peaked in "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire." Unless you go for drugged and spacey and unwashed. Go Google a few pictures and you'll see that I'm right.
If you thought that the original song production was representative of a Bollywood extravaganza, guess again. It was like microwave version. Once at a hotel I turned on an Indian channel and saw a dance number of what looked to be something like "West Side Story." I watched for a few minutes, then turned it off. When I turned it on 10 minutes later, it was still. going. on. A good Bollywood number never ends.
Diane Lane, who I sometimes thinks resembles Melissa "Little House on the Prairie" Gilbert, is seriously rocking the aging process. I want to say that I hope I look half that good when I'm her age. But that was a couple years ago and I didn't.
In the event you think is the worst post you've ever read, I prove my opening sentence now.
See, don't you feel better again? I know I do.
I seriously need to find a theme or a message or something for this blog. It's clearly not going to be China in the same way Tanzania was. Frankly, my life is not interesting enough to muse about day-to-day minutiae. I find myself thinking of my blog and then quickly changing the subject. That's not good. I do like my blog and I don't care if it's important (whatever that means, although if it means I can put ads on it and make money, then I care in direct proportion to how much I might make) but it would be nice to be purposeful. And I don't think I am. Being purposeful.
Hmmmmm.
4 comments:
Your purpose - entertain ME.
Good job!
You are lucky that you got to see them. I had to fake no interest because my husband kept teasing me about hugh jackman. I think my interest in hugh bothers him. I asure him that my interest in hugh and johnny depp are purely from an artistic point of view. and oh what a view.
Laundry.
(Response to first and second paragraph).
Oh and cleaning up red-sauce spaghetti throw-up that has been in the stomach long enough to get that putrid smell, but not long enough to get rid of all of the chunks.
I'm just saying.
Nope, Dave, sorry. Laundry is one of my least favorite things to do and I am profoundly greatful to have someone do it for me, but I'd kick my ayi to the curb if it meant doing laundry with Sir Hugh.
And as to the second...if he held my hair, got me a drink, and tucked me back into bed before cleaning up the mess, well, he's got me again.
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