Did you watch the Oscars?

Ask four people if they watched the Oscars on February 24, 2008, and one will say yes. The others will be apprehensive to say no, because when someone asks about the Oscars, they likely watched it, and consequently want to talk about it. Well, here I go.

This year’s ceremony was the least watched of all. That’s 79 other shows that beat this one. (Announcing basic math makes me feel smart on Fridays.) I’ll start with the more oddball prizes. The Bourne Ultimatum won three: sound editing, sound mixing, and film editing. Sure, the academy has chosen action-filled movies before, but it is very strange that a movie produced to bring in teenagers and bored parents won an honor prestigious enough for famous adapted screenplays. Yes, I thought No Country For Old Men should have won film editing, primarily for the fact that instead of getting lost in characters and death scenes, the movie focused on a plot.

Once was awarded for best original song, and rightly so. These two people are by all standards common folk. They wrote a song that brought an extremely low-budget film to the Academy Awards for its only nomination. Let’s just hope society doesn’t grab the lyrics and remix it to a Jay-Z/Rihanna sound. Ug, that’s sad just to think about, isn’t it?

It didn’t win anything (thank heavens), but Norbit should not have been nominated at all. I am actually hesitant to italicize because that implies it was a movie. The 3,849th Eddie Murphy [in multiple roles!] thing was an embarrassment to have in the ceremony. Jon Stewart mocked it within a segway. Did any members of the academy actually watch it? 

This year a movie didn’t have to do well at the box office to be nominated. May I call Elizabeth: The Golden Age, In The Valley of Ellah, Eastern Promises and Gone Baby Gone to the stand? Do you even remember Eastern Promises? It had Naomi Watts. There. That’s what you remember.

Hooray for the Coens. I enjoyed Fargo and only expected better things from them. Frances McDormand felt the same way. No Country For Old Men might just be my favorite movie of the year. It stays with you long after you watch it. I am 19 years old, and when I try to talk to others about “a drug deal gone awry, a thing that looks like an oxygen tank that kills cattle and people, too, and how to perform surgery on a bullet wound to the upper leg inside a hotel room,” there are some stares. Many have never heard the name Javier Bardem.

 That’s why I’m fortunate to have my friends. We had chicken strips and potato soup during the show. I had two Oscar ballots: one for myself, and one they made into a question sheet. They all “had to” support Johnny Depp, but I told them there was no way Sweeney would win. Oh, and it should be noted that I did not read Entertainment Weekly’s special issue before casting my ballot. I’m just that good.

Frogs and the City

Today I did not work out. I want to go home early. My day involves so many things that there is a chain reaction if I just go to the bathroom. (Oh, I’ve recently added calendar #4, on the desktop of my computer.)

 Valentine’s Day was belated a couple of days for me. I was busy producing a short film with friends (details may be divulged soon). My boyfriend bought a frog for me and put it in a balloon. The pillow he holds asks ”Kiss me. I may be your prince.” This gift was influenced when we drove by a gift shop that had an entire display of frogs for possible valentines. “Why do girls like frogs so much?” my guy inquired. After receiving the gift I considered the backstory of such amphibian appreciation. My hypothesis is that girls remember the stories of the frog turning into a prince, and grew that connection throughout adolescence. Women love romance.

 Last night I watched TBS for a couple of hours. Heaven help me, I still watch Sex and the City. It completely stamps a chick mark on my forehead, but the show is like a romantic comedy in only 30 minutes. However, the two episodes last night were of Aiden and Carrie blissfully dating and the writer meeting his parents. Big shows up, wanting to be with Carrie again. I was happy with how the series ended, but such a good relationship being ruined by anything will of course upset a viewer. Steve + Miranda = best fictional couple on the show. Before SATC, I watched The Office (“The Negotiation” two days in a row. So good.) and laughed more than I have since Sunday (while filming). 10 Items or Less was up next and I only watched the first ten minutes and the last five minutes of it. Dirty dishes! Am I a dork for enjoying a good dish washing?

Let’s Hope It’s Good

Well, it is time for post numero uno to be posted. Yes, small Spanish phrases are annoying to those who speak the language fluently, but lighten up. I registered this account about a week ago and thought I’d let it simmer for a bit. Like a good gravy with steamed rice.

This week was especially busy. I’m not going to lie about why posts haven’t been created yet. Speaking on literary terms, I was lazy. This is displayed by the increasing amount of stories I’ve neglected to read for American Literature [round II]. Progress is as follows: Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” is 1/2 read, Bret Harte’s “The Outcasts of Poker Flat” = 2 pages, and William Dean Howell’s “Editha” finished. Thank the class outline that my instructor read a collection of Emily Dickinson’s poems, otherwise I’d be distraught.

College is just as I left it in December: cold, tiring, and frustrating. Much of this is brought on by the rough schedules in my part two classes, Physical Science Survey and American Literature. It should be noted that my other class is Introduction to Philosophy. Crunched out a 100 on that first test. Nice.

Yesterday I missed a friend’s wedding shower. Odd, since I thought of a gift for her all day. One of my two half-sisters joined me for lunch at Chili’s. FYI: The honey-chipotle-four other adjectives-chicken-crispers are very good. She ordered a quesadilla salad with the chicken on the side, reportedly ”a first” for the establishment. We giggled a bit at her Meg Ryan in “When Harry Met Sally…” similarities. Anyhoo, back to the friend. I scheduled my lunch without looking at calendar #3 (I’m a psycho) and forgot all about the event. While I was watching “Juno” and dreaming of how great it would be to meet Jason Bateman, she was surrounded by fellow church members receiving her three placemats out of the registered four. I’ll get her two gifts.

Finishing blogs has never been an extraordinary skill of mine, so I’ll leave you with a question: What should I blog about next time? To get all cliché up in this Internet, “I’m an open book.” Or would “blog” be the right noun?