I need to make my predictions really quick before the show actually happens. Please note- I will not have The Curious Case of Benjamin Button win anything. It's a sham that that B movie got here in the first place.
Ok....
Best Picture:
Slumdog Millionaire- my pick
Milk- my far distant 2nd pick
Frost/Nixon
The Reader
The Curious Case of Crap
Best Director:
(see note)
Danny Boyle in Slumdog Millionaire- winner!
Stephen Daldry in The Reader
David Fincher in The Curious Case of Why This Movie Got Nominated
Ron Howard in Frost/Nixon
Gus Van Sant in Milk
Best Actor:
Richard Jenkins in The Visitor
Frank Langella in Frost/Nixon
Sean Penn in Milk- my second pick if the underdog is ignored
Brad Pitt in A Very Annoying Movie
Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler-- My underdog pick
Best Actress:
Anne Hathaway in Rachel Getting Married
Angelina Jolie in Changeling
Melissa Leo in Frozen Waters
Meryl Streep in Doubt
Kate Winslet in The Reader- obvious choice and if Angie wins I'm kicking something
Best Supporting Actor:
Josh Brolin in Milk
Phillip Seymor Hoffman in Doubt- he would win if a dead guy wasn't also nominated.
Robert Downy Jr. in Tropic Thunder
Heath Ledger in Dark Knight- this is a no brainer. Not thrilled with it, but it's going to happen.
Micheal Shannon in Revolutionary Road
Best Supporting Actress:
Amy Adams in Doubt- I really want her to win but it will be close
Viola Davis in Doubt
Penelope Cruz in Vicky Christina Barcelona
Taraji P. Henson in The Stupid Annoying Movie that was Nominated way too much
Marisa Tomei in The Wrester- I think she is our underdog here and has a great chance
Best Screenplay:
Frozen River
Happy-Go-Lucky
In Bruges
Milk- This is the chance for Milk to get an award.
Wall-E (ummm.... am I the only one who realizes there are like 2 lines of writing in this movie?)
Best Adapted Screenplay:
The Bad Movie with an Stupid Plot of Age That Can't Actually Happen and House Would laugh At It
Doubt
Frost/Nixon- want it to win just because of the historical importance of WHAT it's based on. Yay journalism!!
Slumdog Millionaire- this is the little engine that could and it's so different from what we normally get
The Reader
Misc:
The Stupid Movie with Brad Pitt could win Make-Up but I think The Dark Knight ought to win instead
Note: Best Director has a 98% chance of following Best Film. However, if Slumdog does NOT win best picture it's worth noting that Slumdog has zero acting nods and I think this would be the time to step up and give it to the director instead. Ron Howard has had better pictures and I'm not sure this is the film to pat him on the back for in honor of all his other films. Gus Van Kamp is my waaaaaay second pick.
Fun Facts: If The Curious Case doesn't win anything it will be the largest snub EVER in Academy history. We can only hope- they are nominated 13 times and I think it would be hilarious if they lose all 13.
Taraji Henson in Doubt was on screen only 14 minutes and in 2 scenes. If she wins she will also be the winner with the shortest on screen time. Right now Anthony Hopkins as Hannible Lector has that spot with only 16 minutes.
Yay!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
I know..
Yes, I realize it's been forever since I last updated. It would be nice if i said, "ug" it's just been crazy around here. But that's not really true. I've done very little. Granted, I did almost steal someone's jacket from IHOP, but I ended up not really. Even the little excitement I can find is crushed by the waitress running after me screaming that I have someone's jacket. Stupid waitresses always steal my thunder.
So instead, here I sit still contemplating that frozen Indian meal I had for lunch. It was... different. And there was something hidding under my spinach. I'mnot sure if it was tufo or cheese. And my entire dish was yellowish. I ate it, I'm just not yet sure I'll eat it again. I really want to like Indian food- really. But it's just so different and I have no idea what I'm getting.
The other excitement in my life is my crazy bright light box. It's crazy bright. And I get to sit by it every morning. I can't tell if it's helping me or not- I've been insatiabley tired recently and so it's hard to tell. I think I have mono. Not really, since, as Amber pointed out, I have none of the other symptoms. I also think I have a thyroid problem. All I really know is I slept at least 10 hours last night and all I can think about right now is going back to sleep. I'm just drinking my red bull for show. It's so not going to wake me.
Isn't my life thrilling? I really want to go ice skating and see a ton of movies. The Oscars are almost here and I've only seen "Gran Torino," which amusing as it was, will only be nominated for Best Original Song. That's going to be a great moment- when Clint Eastwood is singing his song at the Oscars.
So instead, here I sit still contemplating that frozen Indian meal I had for lunch. It was... different. And there was something hidding under my spinach. I'mnot sure if it was tufo or cheese. And my entire dish was yellowish. I ate it, I'm just not yet sure I'll eat it again. I really want to like Indian food- really. But it's just so different and I have no idea what I'm getting.
The other excitement in my life is my crazy bright light box. It's crazy bright. And I get to sit by it every morning. I can't tell if it's helping me or not- I've been insatiabley tired recently and so it's hard to tell. I think I have mono. Not really, since, as Amber pointed out, I have none of the other symptoms. I also think I have a thyroid problem. All I really know is I slept at least 10 hours last night and all I can think about right now is going back to sleep. I'm just drinking my red bull for show. It's so not going to wake me.
Isn't my life thrilling? I really want to go ice skating and see a ton of movies. The Oscars are almost here and I've only seen "Gran Torino," which amusing as it was, will only be nominated for Best Original Song. That's going to be a great moment- when Clint Eastwood is singing his song at the Oscars.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
I Wanted A Hippotamus
Needless to say I didn't get one. Twenty-three years and running and no hippo. Something says next Christmas will be just as bleak.
However, my Christmas was not without it's perks. I got a set of pots and pans, and an immersion blender- both of which I asked for and I was thrilled with. You know you're getting old when your presents are pots. Mom gave me an amazing pair of boots that I'm torn between never wearing or wearing every day. How do I best reflect my love for amazing boots? Dad got me a Sonicare toothbrush. Which I didn't ask for, but found myself upset the day before Christmas when I realized I should have asked for one. My teeth are squeaky right now. It's a wonderful feeling.
Oh, and I got a dog. Well, I had a dog but technically mom got her for me for Christmas. Unbeknown to us, she's a middle-age dog with issues. We just can't do normal dogs no matter how much we try.
Got to see Amber last night and then I spent the entire day watching season 1 of Pushing Daisies. I highly recommend it. I like good writing.
Speaking of good writing I think I want/need to write something. I'm mulling it over. Fiction. Shortish. It seems children's books are the easy thing to do now-a-days, however I'm not one for anamorphic animals and silly science fiction romance, so I think I'll side-step that category. I've had this dream recently where I write something so amazing that I win a Nobel Prize (this is my dream, don't burst my bubble). However, I'm still me and I have no real job, I'm an about-to-be grad student. But once I attain the Nobel Prize, I'm stunted. It's not like I can ever do that again. It was like being Truman once his run as President was over. He was broke and couldn't really get a job that wouldn't disgrace being President.
Moral of the story- I might write something but I hope I don't win a Nobel Prize for it.
However, my Christmas was not without it's perks. I got a set of pots and pans, and an immersion blender- both of which I asked for and I was thrilled with. You know you're getting old when your presents are pots. Mom gave me an amazing pair of boots that I'm torn between never wearing or wearing every day. How do I best reflect my love for amazing boots? Dad got me a Sonicare toothbrush. Which I didn't ask for, but found myself upset the day before Christmas when I realized I should have asked for one. My teeth are squeaky right now. It's a wonderful feeling.
Oh, and I got a dog. Well, I had a dog but technically mom got her for me for Christmas. Unbeknown to us, she's a middle-age dog with issues. We just can't do normal dogs no matter how much we try.
Got to see Amber last night and then I spent the entire day watching season 1 of Pushing Daisies. I highly recommend it. I like good writing.
Speaking of good writing I think I want/need to write something. I'm mulling it over. Fiction. Shortish. It seems children's books are the easy thing to do now-a-days, however I'm not one for anamorphic animals and silly science fiction romance, so I think I'll side-step that category. I've had this dream recently where I write something so amazing that I win a Nobel Prize (this is my dream, don't burst my bubble). However, I'm still me and I have no real job, I'm an about-to-be grad student. But once I attain the Nobel Prize, I'm stunted. It's not like I can ever do that again. It was like being Truman once his run as President was over. He was broke and couldn't really get a job that wouldn't disgrace being President.
Moral of the story- I might write something but I hope I don't win a Nobel Prize for it.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Sickness
Dr. Gregory House is amazing. That being said I shall tell you about my current affliction.
Recently my heart has been rather racey. This happens mostly at night and is accompanied by shortness of breath. I'm sure death is quickly upon me and I ask that you buy me the most lavish Christmas presents possible seeing as I won't be around next year to receive any.
Currently, my heart is beating around 100 beats a minute and my mind is cautiously looking around my apartment trying to figure out what Number 13 and Taub will find to report back to House.
This is a problem for a few reasons.
1. Every time I get sick I wonder "what would House do?" henceforth known as WWHD?. WWHD? keeps me preoccupied and slightly paranoid. Not to mention that every time I go to a normal doctor I distrust them and feel they aren't really trying. Goodness, House is so good he... well, he's done a lot. His clinicals could put any doctor to shame.
2. I feel the need to document everything I do just in case House needs it. (My tea molded today- well, it took about 3 days to mold, but still, I don't think tea should ever mold.)
3. I want to clean my apartment so that it's clean when they come over to look for mold and exotic animals. Obviously, I have some mold, but I only have 2 cats and a dog. Maybe it's something in the cat litter and then I would have to make someone else mess with the cat litter since it's slowly killing me.
P.S. Montel Williams is hawking an Obama/Kennedy half-dollar. This is not helping calm my stomach and lower my heart rate.
Recently my heart has been rather racey. This happens mostly at night and is accompanied by shortness of breath. I'm sure death is quickly upon me and I ask that you buy me the most lavish Christmas presents possible seeing as I won't be around next year to receive any.
Currently, my heart is beating around 100 beats a minute and my mind is cautiously looking around my apartment trying to figure out what Number 13 and Taub will find to report back to House.
This is a problem for a few reasons.
1. Every time I get sick I wonder "what would House do?" henceforth known as WWHD?. WWHD? keeps me preoccupied and slightly paranoid. Not to mention that every time I go to a normal doctor I distrust them and feel they aren't really trying. Goodness, House is so good he... well, he's done a lot. His clinicals could put any doctor to shame.
2. I feel the need to document everything I do just in case House needs it. (My tea molded today- well, it took about 3 days to mold, but still, I don't think tea should ever mold.)
3. I want to clean my apartment so that it's clean when they come over to look for mold and exotic animals. Obviously, I have some mold, but I only have 2 cats and a dog. Maybe it's something in the cat litter and then I would have to make someone else mess with the cat litter since it's slowly killing me.
P.S. Montel Williams is hawking an Obama/Kennedy half-dollar. This is not helping calm my stomach and lower my heart rate.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Craigslist for the Needy
GRE vocab got you down? Think you're less of a person because you're unsure how to use jejune in a sentence? Have no fear Tim Gunn is here to mitigate all your confabulatory verbiage.
Not only does he sew, he is a handy pocket dictionary!
Tim Gunn can be yours TODAY for 5 easy payments of $59.99 payable to Kali Flewellen.
(No scammers, will not ship- MUST pick up or be willing to meet within reasonable driving distance, no cashier checks)
Not only does he sew, he is a handy pocket dictionary!
Tim Gunn can be yours TODAY for 5 easy payments of $59.99 payable to Kali Flewellen.
(No scammers, will not ship- MUST pick up or be willing to meet within reasonable driving distance, no cashier checks)
Monday, December 8, 2008
All I Want For Christmas...
is not you. Quit singing that song and focus here (although, doesn't this all make you want to watch "Love Actually" for the upteenth million time?).
All I want for Christmas is for someone smarter than me to fake my identity and take the GRE for me this Saturday. I don't think I'm asking too much here. Naturally the "faking my identity" part is up to you seeing as you are presumably smarter than I am. And since this will all be a wonderful time for you to show off your mental prowess I'm going to assume you don't want a monetary compensation.
You're a good person you are.
All I want for Christmas is for someone smarter than me to fake my identity and take the GRE for me this Saturday. I don't think I'm asking too much here. Naturally the "faking my identity" part is up to you seeing as you are presumably smarter than I am. And since this will all be a wonderful time for you to show off your mental prowess I'm going to assume you don't want a monetary compensation.
You're a good person you are.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Dear November,
You are worthless. Granted your back-up support from October was a little lacking, but you should be used to that by now. You know it is your job to usher in fall, change the leaves to any color other than green, bring in Christmas spirit and goodwill, let me wear my scarfs and sweaters and hats AND allow for hot stews and baked apples. I know it's a big job, but in years past you've done a tolerable job.
However, this year has been a total fail year for you. It's a week from Thanksgiving and 74 degrees. Do you know how silly I look in my scarf? I'm wearing it because it ought to be cold. Here in Texas I don't have the longest scarf and hat season in the world, but I love my hats and scarfs. I need a chance to wear them.
And then those pesky Northerners keep complaining about how cold it is. We were so excited that it got into the 50s one day that we lit a fire. That's how desperate we are down here for a little fall action. It shouldn't be so much to ask for. Just don't tease us with 2 semi-cold days and then warm right back up to 80. My hip doesn't like it when you do that.
So please November, bring your "D" game for us. We really aren't asking for much.
Sincerely,
North Texas
However, this year has been a total fail year for you. It's a week from Thanksgiving and 74 degrees. Do you know how silly I look in my scarf? I'm wearing it because it ought to be cold. Here in Texas I don't have the longest scarf and hat season in the world, but I love my hats and scarfs. I need a chance to wear them.
And then those pesky Northerners keep complaining about how cold it is. We were so excited that it got into the 50s one day that we lit a fire. That's how desperate we are down here for a little fall action. It shouldn't be so much to ask for. Just don't tease us with 2 semi-cold days and then warm right back up to 80. My hip doesn't like it when you do that.
So please November, bring your "D" game for us. We really aren't asking for much.
Sincerely,
North Texas
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