March 8, 2010

man that chick is fat!


so I don't care about the oscars. there is something a tiny bit vain about a large number of people who make a shit ton of money (other than the german animators for short films - they always wear rented suits), prancing around in tuxes and gowns and free borrowed jewellery and who are you wearing tonights? and oh you're so loverlys and who might this young miss be with you george clooneys? and congratulating themselves for 8 hours while listening to droning aged comedians perform a cavalcade of has-been schlock. tiny bit vain.

i care about when shit goes right. when the stanley cup comes back to canada, that's a good thing. but when it goes to detroit, that's good too, cuz they're practically canadian and that city is hurting.

flashback.

-hey T. i saw star trek last night and it was possibly the most retarded movie i have ever seen. ever.
-hey WA. are you insane? it was the best of the series! do you like drowning puppies too?
-hey T. i do. and it wasn't.
-hey WA. What about Avatar? i mean that movie was excellent. Excellent! and the story really sucks you in, you hardly think about the fact that you're watching giant blue people.
-hey T. I haven't seen it. mostly because you explained how dumb it is just now. a love story in space during a last of the mohicans rehash? i like D. Day Lewis just fine thanks.
-hey WA. but it's amazing! you gotta see it. oh man...i don't even know you anymore!
-hey T. you're my boss. so i will nod and listen as you spout off on the grand cinematic adventure that is the great alien native extermination yadda yadda, but i will not be seeing it anytime soon.

present

so maybe, just maybe. i might have seen it had it won a worthwhile oscar. this did not happen. by a longshot.

instead, hurt locker won. hurt locker wasn't all that amazing either... i mean... a couple disposal guys whack 2 iraqui snipers after the iraqui guys waste like 11 SAS guys? fucking please.

so what went right last night? Hurt locker, directed by Kathryn Bigelow, who used to be married to James Cameron, cleaned up. fucking excellent.

also... i masturbated to the lovely sounds of Jesus Jones after my midnight snack...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8RrTMSbekY&feature=related

twice.

3 Comments:

wastingawesome said...

a sellout! that would imply i had given up some standard of principled thinking in exchange for something worthwhile like money, or beers or blowjobs... nope. can't be a sellout in this case.

an informal poll of my acquaintances reveals that i am the only person i know who feels the way i do about it. i am an island.

that knowledge alone keeps the knife blade away from my throat.

(also, no one else on this blog has taken any sides... so what does that say about your readership?)

that knowledge alone keeps the knife blade away from my throat.

jenniy said...

what readership? that's laughable. and it's your readership too, dude. totally. you write here.

i still haven't seen it. and i won't.

wastingawesome said...

you won't have to see it. i subjected myself to it for the ... readership. on their behalf that is. I can tell you the best part. the one that really struck a chord. it's that moment when the screen went dark, just before the credits. it was loverly.

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dear you,

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instead, let's abandon the tethers of domestication for a moment and remember what it's like to laugh at vulgarity and the world at large.

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