IT'S
another (mostly) No Punctuation Wednesday this time on a Monday and you don't mind do you
of course you don't because you tried
as I tried
to watch the Oscars last night only to be pulled away by children or dinner or pets or the police at the door or bellybutton lint or all kinds of things that could conceivably distract a person from The Biggest Night Of Television Spectacleness This Side Of Wall Street Week In Review.
Period.
But for some reason this year I did want to watch
sort of like last year when I did want to watch
so I even set the DVR knowing in advance how those pesky children and dinner and pets and police at the door and bellybutton lint could perhaps change my plans
SO
I relaxed with a glass of wine and a slingshot and settled in to watch the debutantes ball (a phrase which improves without punctuation)
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
blah blah blah I really laughed hard at Steve Martin recalling how he was born a poor black child and saying that this audience was the Motherlode for Jew Hunters* but YEEEEESH was the audience drunk or too busy adjusting their wetsuits or too afraid to laugh or just born without senses of humor because I thought the silence was deafening and I even heard sort of booing and WHO BOOS STEVE MARTIN YOU YAHOOS? (insert lots and lots of punctuation here)
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
and my favorite part of the whole evening is one of which
try as I might
I cannot find a photo ANYWHERE on the Internutz
and I am really bummed because I so wanted to share with you
the image of a wall of lampshades behind Quentin Tarantino and Pedro Almodovar
and here is an almost photo of that
but so sorry it is barely discernible
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
and how weird is that that my favorite part of the evening was brought to me courtesy of the brilliant set designer architect David Rockwell
insert question mark HERE
It's weird
I know
but if my DVR hadn't turned itself off
TWICE
during the show
say it with me
TWICE
during the show
so that I missed a whole fracking lot of it
including all the important stuff she says with tongue firmly embedded in cheek
then
I might have had another favorite moment to share with you
other than the fabulous lamp wall
okey dokie it is now time to finish something sane and useful
so I leave you to your post-Oscar musings
and as always
THANK YOU for reading
with or without punctuation
*that is not as horrifying as it sounds when you know that he was referring to the movie Inglorious Basterds and that is not spelled wrong either and maybe I should just quit now
another (mostly) No Punctuation Wednesday this time on a Monday and you don't mind do you
of course you don't because you tried
as I tried
to watch the Oscars last night only to be pulled away by children or dinner or pets or the police at the door or bellybutton lint or all kinds of things that could conceivably distract a person from The Biggest Night Of Television Spectacleness This Side Of Wall Street Week In Review.
Period.
But for some reason this year I did want to watch
sort of like last year when I did want to watch
so I even set the DVR knowing in advance how those pesky children and dinner and pets and police at the door and bellybutton lint could perhaps change my plans
SO
I relaxed with a glass of wine and a slingshot and settled in to watch the debutantes ball (a phrase which improves without punctuation)
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
blah blah blah I really laughed hard at Steve Martin recalling how he was born a poor black child and saying that this audience was the Motherlode for Jew Hunters* but YEEEEESH was the audience drunk or too busy adjusting their wetsuits or too afraid to laugh or just born without senses of humor because I thought the silence was deafening and I even heard sort of booing and WHO BOOS STEVE MARTIN YOU YAHOOS? (insert lots and lots of punctuation here)
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
and my favorite part of the whole evening is one of which
try as I might
I cannot find a photo ANYWHERE on the Internutz
and I am really bummed because I so wanted to share with you
the image of a wall of lampshades behind Quentin Tarantino and Pedro Almodovar
and here is an almost photo of that
but so sorry it is barely discernible
(Original photo stolen from these guys)
and how weird is that that my favorite part of the evening was brought to me courtesy of the brilliant set designer architect David Rockwell
insert question mark HERE
It's weird
I know
but if my DVR hadn't turned itself off
TWICE
during the show
say it with me
TWICE
during the show
so that I missed a whole fracking lot of it
including all the important stuff she says with tongue firmly embedded in cheek
then
I might have had another favorite moment to share with you
other than the fabulous lamp wall
okey dokie it is now time to finish something sane and useful
so I leave you to your post-Oscar musings
and as always
THANK YOU for reading
with or without punctuation
*that is not as horrifying as it sounds when you know that he was referring to the movie Inglorious Basterds and that is not spelled wrong either and maybe I should just quit now









Is there a correlation between having a sense of humor and
intelligence? Any scientific studies, theories, etc. would be
appreciated. Think this might be fun for a google researcher to look
for.
And conversely, does a lack of sense of humor mean less intelligence?
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The main problem with the Oscars was that there wasn't nearly enough of Steve and Alec. They should have just done everything themselves, including the acceptance speeches.
Posted by: KathiD | March 12, 2010 at 01:50 PM
Police at the door? Hate it when that happens.
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Posted by: Jordan Shoes | March 09, 2010 at 04:55 PM
The Oscars? And you think YOU have "vacuous brain-emptyings".......
Posted by: big hair envy | March 09, 2010 at 12:40 PM
This is
without question
My favorite post of yours
EVER
mostly because I'm a little scared of getting slingshotted
But also because
I
Love
Lamp
Stay Klassy
Posted by: Bejewell | March 09, 2010 at 11:29 AM
i dint go see the movie inglorious basterds inasmuch as i figgered in light of w c fields quote about not drinking water in light of all the disgusting things fish did in it that inglorious basterds was about the unique deposits therein which were produced by bass and while i realize that much of the produce of filmdom has been about as scintillating as the fecal matter of fishies i saw not reason we should go spend our hard earned (read social security) money on that tripe
was i wrong (insert question squiggly thing)
Posted by: boB Cleveland | March 09, 2010 at 06:04 AM
You had me at the glass of wine and a slingshot but debutantes ball improving without punctuation sealed it.
Did the police show up to confiscate the slingshot or were they more concerned with the belly button lint?
Posted by: Chesapeake Bay Woman | March 09, 2010 at 03:09 AM