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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
hosted by the fabulous Alison…
hmmm…. This missed it’s Valentine’s date –
will it show up for the OSCARS!? You Betcha…
It’s all sewn up
but it still needs a neck(?)…
If you are like many Chicagoans, you are playing “Can You Outguess Ebert” right now. It’s Oscar week and our papers and airwaves are full of it.
And especially full of it is Roger himself! We love him; we hate him (although we might just have even more pointed feelings for one Richard Roeper, his partner – eeeUehh!) We resist the impulse to read his Movie reviews until that day finally comes when you’re about ready to go to the MegaPlex and have NO IDEA what’s out there because, these days, it seems like Holly-Wood is spittin’ ’em out like watermelon seeds at an August picnic.
I love the Oscars! It is another one of those quintessentially American moments of Sincere Insincerity that we do so well. The Drama! The Fashion! The Emotion! And, greater than it all, because, boys and girls, this is Capitalism at its finest, the $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.
And it is everywhere! The Oscars I mean – seen by billions (?) worldwide, we get to rub out shoulders for one night with the glitterati without even leaving the living room! I’ll be pulling my false eyelashes out of the mothballs for the event and dolling it up to the max! Hooray for Hollywood!
ANd hooray for Ebert! For the first time in my personal history, I AGREE with him ALL THE WAY! OUUUFff………
What does THAT mean…
1. Sure signs Blogging is OVER: the telecast’s producer keeps an Oscar Blog for our pleasure
2. Your ScoreCard – really- a PDF Ballot!
3. Enjoy the SuperStars Evolution of Style at the Oscars over the Years
4. Just how big is BIG BUCKS after the Oscars?
Thursday, February 17, 2005
When you live in a building with other people, certain rules apply. When the baby on 1st is having a primal teething howldown at 3am, you seek solace by diving head first into the living room couch and countinue counting zzzzzzzzzzs. Your alpha waves don’t even break stride. They’re busy making up for the deficit that occured at 12:30am when your gi-tar playin’ neighbor on 3 came in from his weekly buddy jam session and has decided to continue the vibe for awhile.
You went to bed at 10:30pm and are now up at 6:30am like a tiny little atomic clock, even though it probably isn’t in your own best interests.
TEMPTING, the thought of doing a few loads of laundry (they’re always THERE like the smile on the Cheshire Cat, waiting for you when you walk by) because using water in the middle of the night is one of the LOUDEST things you can do. Yeah! Somehow in the trip from the water main in the middle of the street, the jetstream picks up about a thousand wailing surfers and when you open the faucets, aloha, RAVE!
Just flushing the toilet a few times would be karmic payback enough but alas, you know better than most what goes around comes around and you choose instead, to Pick’n’Dust, while listening to Marie Ishad’s KnitCast on your iPod. Coming from a family where every second born person inherits the special Pack Rat DNA, you don’t stand a chance and those little piles of STUFF grow casually on their own until they are everywhere. You are a Pyramid Piler. No nasty chaotic mess on the floors for you; you, being in denial just stack like-shaped like-materialed things on each other. All over the joint. And it NEEDS to be put AWAY…
Most of it is irrelevant crap but you, in your ever-lovin’ pea-pickin’ heart just KNOW that maybe, just maybe, it’s gonna come in handy LATER…
and HEY, baby, later is TODAY…
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