tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261166282024-03-21T03:19:22.385-07:00What to do when you come in from the barn!Listen, watch, read...I love entertainment. This is my place to share what's been filling my brain lately.Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-88687610631224866242011-03-12T13:36:00.000-08:002011-03-12T19:33:30.527-08:002011 Academy Awards, starring the grinning Hathaway and the smirking Franco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photos from: Celebuzz, Go Fug Yourself, and People</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah I know, the Academy Awards happened like, oh, a week or four months ago, but between sketchy rural internet problems, kids, horse manure and income tax season, it's taken me a long time to get it together. But you don't read these for punctuality, right? You're here for the clothes! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Besides, Anne Hathaway is so charming. </div></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And her co-host, James Franco, is so weird! Of course in my world weird is good. It just might not go over so well on television.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">James... well he looked to me like he'd maybe taken a large amount of herbal anti-anxiety remedy. Ha ha. If you know what I mean. He pretty much did the entire show in that exact position.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Easy boy... Don't move too fast there buddy! Just...take it...sloooooooow. </div></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hey hey hey with the finger cannons! I do think he's cute. With the crooked smile and those little crows-feet and all. Weird AND cute. Hmmm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(I'd rather forget that the gender-bending song and dance number happened. Thanks.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I love her husband too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Melissa Leo will now forever be known as the Oscar Winner Who Dropped The F Bomb. I bet she's a fun chick to hang around with. You'd never know what would happen next. We could spend hours laughing, and debating what the heck this dress is made of. Is it lace or is it that paper doily kind of stuff some people's Grandmas put under the cake plate? Do I like this dress or not?? It's flattering on her? It looks itchy? Do you like it??? Her hair and make up are really natural looking and she has a pretty smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kirk Douglas, all 94 years of him, presented her with the award. "You look much prettier than you did in the movie," he told her. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Experts figure he was full-on senile rather than makin' a funny. I think he knew quite well what he was doing- flirting with the redhead!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Amy Adams looked so elegant and pretty! That colour with her hair and skin! The unexpected emerald jewellery! And the dress fits!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because I think it looks itchy. Like, when she puts her arms at her sides, do the sequins scratch? I think of these things. You know, while I am wearing overalls and swinging a muck fork.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I still haven't seen <i>True Grit. </i>What the heck, eh? It's got horses in it. It's got villains and hats and swagger. It's got a strong and determined young lady character. It's got <i>Jeff Bridges</i>!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope we see more of young Hailee Steinfeld. She's kind of stolen my heart. I love it that she showed up for the Oscars looking perfectly fourteen, rather than trying to look a decade or two older. Man I hope she doesn't end up going all Britney Lindsey Spears Lohan Sheen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Oh - James woke up! He leaned over!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, The Experts say she was terrible. Okay, she wasn't spectacular, that is for sure, and came nowhere near her Grammy duet with Cee Lo. But she sang live. On a stage in front of about a zillion people watching the Oscars. And the fact that she was imperfect means that she was singing live for real. So good job, Gwynnie!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Except for Celine, who sang during the Memorial tribute.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know, I think having twins was good for her! I'm so glad she's not all bony like she was a few years ago. And yes, she sang live. Because she CAN.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know, the Experts were all, "Wow, she had a baby, like, yesterday, and look how great she looks!" Heck with that. I'm saying, she had a baby, like, yesterday, and she's AWAKE AND DRESSED AND OUT OF THE HOUSE. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, okay. I can see it. It's not fancy, she has her hair down, etc. But I'm cutting her some slack because A she is young and B she looks good in this and so C I think she was right to wear this now while she still can because D gravity gets us all some day!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div></div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-19344909077333929412011-02-20T15:49:00.000-08:002011-02-20T15:49:58.334-08:00Grammy 2011 - It's like a national holiday at our place.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>pictures from Go Fug Yourself, Celebuzz, and Rolling Stone.com</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh man, there was a whole load of crazy at the Grammy's this year! Of course there was the mandatory lameness factor, but I was quite satisfied with the amount of extreme attention grabbing and posing and...oh yes. Music performing. And the distribution of small gramophones. (get it? Gramophone, Grammy?)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The show started off with a tribute to The Queen Of Soul. The Queen. The Living Legend.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She was unable to attend the show, but gave a video message. AND THIS IS HOW SHE DRESSED UP TO ADDRESS HER ADORING AUDIENCE! This, people, is just one reason why she is still The Queen. She hadn't been well last fall and I think she's looking pretty darn good.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yolanda - fantastic. What a range! Martina - flawless. Jennifer - full on Aretha mode. She's so pretty but I hated her dress. Florence - big voice for a skinny white girl. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">See Martina and Jennifer? That's how I felt too.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Her eyelashes were visible from about 100 ft away. She was like Diva Barbie. It's like she's becoming a caricature of herself and that's not cool. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well I totally lost interest because the next performance was by an extremely cool band called MUSE. I've been digging this band for a few years but wasn't aware how </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">huge </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">they are in countries that aren't Canada. My daughter is currently </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">obsessed</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> with Muse. I'm not exaggerating here. She has them on her iPod and has those earbuds plugged in every chance she gets. She bought the Muse songbook (for piano guitar and vocal... she's playing her violin to it. Of course.) She spends hours going through Google images for pictures of Muse and posts lyrics on her facebook page. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Their set included people with flags and dramatic revolution, and like, PYRO and lights and stuff. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">YEAH</span>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well the deal, as far as I can see, is that the kid is super talented and gosh darn adorable. </span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can't help but think he could be the next classic, like throwback-meets-future.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cute lil Miranda Lambert sang a sweet country song, and then...the live performances took a break. Sort of. Up until this point I was pretty sure everybody was singing live. I'm not the expert here - Jethro is, but he had to work that evening - I know, music biz guy can't take Grammy Night off work, but hey in this business any work is good work right? - but I heard enough slight and purely human mistakes to think it was all for real. Plus I asked Annyong who is gifted with her daddy's freaky sense of pitch.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyways. The Biebs. I know the kid can SING. I've heard him live. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The beginning of The Bieber Segment was a cheesy little scene with Usher reminiscing about tiny little Justin having the guts to track him down and ask to sing for him. I dunno... it's all true but maybe it's just that I'm not a big Usher fan. Nothing wrong with him... he's got a cute smile... he's just not my thing, you know? So The Biebs strummed his guitar and it looked staged but real enough.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And I kind of zoned out. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All that talent and this is what we're doing with it? Kid opens his mouth and it's like hearing angels, people, angels for crying out loud, and we get faux-street clothes and stoopid shades and those ridiculous headset face microphones that I dislike strongly. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then cute-little-Jaden-Smith trotted out to do a Tough Cool Guy Smugness Routine with The Biebs and wow, I must be a black hearted meanie because I just did not dig this at all. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The good news is, the swirly hairdo is gone. The kid has eyebrows! Grandmothers everywhere are relieved. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She's a double-bass player and singer with a really cool style. I don't know much about jazz - I might not be phosisticated enough to get it! - but she's a cool chick. Check out that dress!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She'll probably get all kinds of hate mail from 9 year old girls. She and Biebs had a backstage conversation that "conveniently" got recorded, in which they complimented each other's hair. I'm serious.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The next musical act was a combo piece featuring Mumford & Sons - who I am officially a fan of now!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> - and another nifty band of banjo playing old timey musicians whose name I seem to have totally forgotten despite kinda liking them. Gah. Somebody's brothers???? Help me out here!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He ain't gonna work on Maggies farm no more. I just hope he keeps showing up. I've grown quite fond of his rhythmic mumbling and craggy grin and harmonica playing. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Later, in a total opposite of Bob and friends...</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh my gosh people, for real. Cee Lo Green. Gwyneth Paltrow. </span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Also, fake rocket ships, a glittery piano, and feathers. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I liked Gwyneth here. She wore towering heels, like she does, and hot pink feather earrings, which I want. Badly. And can she sing? Why yes, we will allow her to sing!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They performed (The Song Otherwise Known As) Forget You. The Muppet background singers got to do the line, "Ain't that some SHHHH." </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cee Lo delights me. Here you can see him in his feather outfit which included a sparkly (chain mail?) hood, yellow and blue feathers sprouting from behind his head, and a silver chest plate with abs. It might have been a 60 pack. Annyong counted. That was some big silver abs. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This whole thing made me giggle and groove at the same time! For a second or so, I wasn't sure what I had just seen. But I loved it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well it takes all kinds to make a world. Our lovely Katy Perry stepped up to do a ballad... seriously... on a swing... with what appeared to be her wedding video projected onto a sheet behind her. And the sheet was actually...part of her dress. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I like this girl. She's perky, she's gorgeous, fun, and always sings live. She's an overambitious singer, but she's reliable and gutsy. Keep all that in mind when I say I really didn't dig this.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Her red carpet outfit was classic Katy though. Show-offy and costumey and kinda goofy. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dude, she had </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">wings.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> And she brought her 90 year old grandma with her! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Awwww. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All they need is a sunset and some unicorns frolicking in the background and it'd be the best wedding portrait ever. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, it's the Grammys, and that means an appearance by John "Depp-like" Mayer. Wow. It's like he studied all the press tours for those pirate movies before getting dressed. I mean, yes there are physical similarities between the two men, but geez!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But enough of that - time to change things up. Eminem, dark haired and grown up and sporting a very impressive forehead vein, came out to do his angry rapping thing. I actually like this guy. His timing is incredible. Not like I know anything about rap. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">His giant massive hit this year included Rhianna, so... here she is, in all her magnificence.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh my gosh I would wear this. I'm not kidding. That is some crazy big layers of skirt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Let's just talk about Rhianna for a minute. I think she's got a unique voice, she's beautiful, she is a strong lady, and she manages to be as naked as possible in public without technically breaking any rules.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh I just shrieked in giggles when I saw this. Is it a soft fuzzy accordion or an upholstered slinky? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This dress is </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ridiculous</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> and I love it!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You'd have to be shaped like her to make it work, and few of us are shaped like her. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I got me some backside, but... I don't think I could get away with this. Although... I wonder if it camouflages cellulite...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Things went off the rails later on in the show. We'll get there soon. Trust me, it's awful.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But first, the obligatory message from Neil Portnow, president of the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences. He came out to say his speech about how important music is and how the music biz is (barely) alive, and while other people probably go out to the kitchen to get a snack, I'm on the couch going, "Yay! Music will never die!!! Say it loud, Neil! SUPPORT!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then the promised, first ever, historical event: Mick Jagger performs live on the Grammy Stage. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Look, I know. Annyong's facebook page was, within seconds, (Yes she had it on while watching the show, these kids today) full of messages about how OLD Mick is and how WEIRD he is. Pffft. The Young. Youth is wasted on them. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dude here is what, 68 years old? Hello? Think you'll be doing the Mick Jagger dance when you're sixty-eight? Heck I can't move like that now. Say what you will about his style but the feller is still as limber as ever. And, he looks like he's having a hell of a lot of fun!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And his voice? He sounds exactly the same as he always has. (Geez I hope he was live!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Shifting gears once more, BARBRA sang, and I think I spent her entire song telling Annyong about Barbra's stage fright struggles, and that she overcame it and became the biggest star in the yadda yadda yadda. The woman is </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">fabulous, </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">she's </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">like buttah.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> (Mike Meyers reference joke. You're welcome.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What the...? What? Is that... are those... mosaic undies? With red fringe? Huh? Strip show? Really? Gyrating and grinding?? Look, most guys I know would not have a problem with this... and I'm no prude, really...okay </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sometimes</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I get slightly prudish but only occasionally... but this? I don't even know what the song was. Too distracted. Both appalled and fascinated. And Drake - what up man? Why do you look so ANGRY? I have no idea if this guy's a good rapper or not. Maybe I'll never know.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But I do know this: We got some unintentional comedy out of it. Look at her face. (Look UP guys.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She's all grinny and it looks like her eyes are rolled off to the side so far she can't even see. And again with the backside. The outfit is stupid and ugly but at least she's got something to show for it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Did anybody else think Marc Anthony and Jennifer Lopez's little schtick was weird? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He would sing a line of a song and she'd act like she was embarrassed and wanted him to just stop singing. AWKWARD! </span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I LOVED her when I was thirteen! You know what? She was my first concert. Oh my gosh she was fun. And weird. What a relief for my weird little 13 year old self. Know what else? I still dig her vibe and I'd love to sit down with her and go through the earring box.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As most of you know, I sometimes watch that big talent contest, especially now that Fricking J Lo and STEVEN TYLER whom I have always loved are on it.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Last year Crystal Bowersox stole my heart. She didn't win. I'm glad. She'll find her own way.</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kelly Osbourne!!! Look at you! </span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I always thought the kid was cute. Even being a televised brat, I still thought she had a natural prettiness. She's grown into it while still keeping some brattitude. Plus she looks fit and healthy. WIN.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, the whole thing ended on a note of weirdness for me. Discordant? Dis-chord-ant? The Album of the Year is the Biggun at this awards show. It was won by a band that I just don't understand. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Arcade Fire, to critics and hipsters, are the coolest band going right now. To me, they're a bunch of people flailing at instruments and wailing into mics and looking like they haven't seen the sun in two months. Their music sounds like a bunch of drum thumping and monotonous strumming. The performance was full of harsh strobe lights that not only tried to distract me from the noise but darn near made me pass out. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But what do I know? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm not a musician. I thought Gaga's black plastic bum cheeks outfit was funny. I think banjoes are metal. I'd like to hear a Cee Lo- Biebs collaboration. What the hell do I know about music?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They're from my country. Whenever anybody from Canada does well globally, I'm happy. It ain't easy; a tour takes months because of the distances, and the music biz is really in a state of upheaval. (Or maybe I just think it's worse here?) I mean, a Canadian artist winning a freaking Grammy is a big deal. There's a lot of competition you know! So, I'm happy for them.</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Most of all, I warmed to them because of their reaction to their win.</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pure elation.</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They played another song, because they like music. That's what the man said.</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-90337939909618614482011-02-04T11:20:00.000-08:002011-02-04T12:05:27.909-08:00SAG Awards! C'mon, say it with me, it's fun!I think the Screen Actors Guild Awards are the weirdest, nuttiest show out there. First of all, obviously, the acronym. SAG. Duh. It's like a big sign at the entrance: ALL OBSERVERS MUST MAKE JOKES. Also? For the introduction, in which the camera showed different people proclaiming "My name is Blah Blah and I am an actor" the mouth and words were out of sync! We got shots of the backs of people's heads, and some awkward Teleprompter reading. It just looked sloppy. Plus the music was awful, but at least some nice union musicians got a gig out of it and I'm all for gigging. <br />
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All of that haphazard presentation makes me smile. I like it when I'm not the only one who can't get the act together!<br />
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Best reason why the SAG awards are awesome, other than boob jokes? The actual award itself! Himself? There he is, holding his tragedy and comedy masks, with no mouth in his face but quite anatomically accurate. How can we not crack jokes??? Especially when Betty White runs her hand over the little butt on the dude!?<br />
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The award is a little nekkid dude!!! I saw a clip the next day of James Franco walking past a larger than life statue and patting its bum. Man, I would totally do that. <br />
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I won't bore you with the details concerning who actually won awards. Basically, Betty White is hilarious and that's the most important thing, really.<br />
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</div>She deserved to go home with a nekkid dude! Even if he is only 11 inches tall! Hey, she's 89 years old. And her comedic timing is right on. And she has pretty silver hair. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My husband had such a crush on her when he was a kid and <a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/VINTAGE-BEAUTY--Valerie-Bertinelli">she was Barbara Cooper. </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And on that topic, here's another lady my husband totally digs: Tina Fey, the chick smart guys crush on. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Which is great! But I don't like this dress. It makes her look like he waist is at her knees, and that's weird in an unfortunate way instead of a fun way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I'm not sick of her anymore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been told I look like Hilary Swank. I think it's the toothy grin. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She looks nice, but kind of...pale? Flesh coloured? Hmmmm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the perfect example for young teen girls: be like Hailee Steinfeld instead of... well, any child star desperate to grow up and shed the kid image by wearing really skanky clothes and getting all messed up/ drunk in public. And Miss Hailee, stay real!!!! </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How cute is this dress? It's fun and youthful without screaming "Jailbait!!!" Finally somebody's stylist has gotten a clue!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, one of my favourites. Helena Bonham Carter, she who wore different coloured shoes to the Golden Globes, and who often shows up wearing layers of gauzy silliness and a hairdo that looks like a grown out shrub - and I mean all of that in the coolest way possible. I love it that she isn't afraid to stand out. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On those extremely rare occasions requiring me to dress up, I often plan to look somewhat like cute little Mila Kunis here. Things go off the rails with me, so it's good that the real Mila has it all together. Thanks, girlfriend. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Natalie Portman showed off her baby bump and some people thought it was too much information. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought she looked so great that I temporarily lost my marbles and thought how cool it would be to get pregnant again, and have a chance to show off my baby belly, but then I gave my head a shake and I'm really quite over the whole thing now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Years worth of practicing in her bedroom mirror, I'm thinking. People do straaaange things when confronted with a camera. I know this from personal experience. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love everything about this picture. Behold - Sofia Vergara, who is both gorgeous and funny. Now, look behind her. To the right, Lady Holding Papers. She's probably in charge of telling people where to go. To the left, Dude Taking Picture Of Sofia's Lovely Backside. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See? How can you not make boob jokes? Oh come on, we all like boobs, it's okay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But Winona Ryder looks a little uncomfortable here. Maybe even dazed or stunned. She could have relaxed, because this look really worked out well, I think.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe she's onto something. Maybe it's best at times to just smile politely and keep your eyes open. You just never know what's gonna go down at these events...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-50207493762715928902011-01-19T10:42:00.000-08:002011-01-20T18:42:17.853-08:00The 2011 Golden Globes: the highlights!<i>I got all these pictures from <a href="http://gofugyourself.com/">Go Fug Yourself</a>, one of my favourite non-horse websites!</i><br />
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Remember how last year Ricky Gervais hosted the show, and cracked all kinds of jokes that made The Famous in the audience extremely uncomfortable? Well somebody has a bad memory or never learns a lesson, because he was back this year and snarkier than ever! I laughed. I admit it. I cringed at the same time. He's so greasy, so offensive, and so funny. He and Russell Brand should be in a movie together. <br />
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I love awards shows because of the clothes. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's funny to look at people stuck in the background. The Non-famous. The people wearing passes around their necks. Who is Sofia Vergara waving at? Hi!</div><br />
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I love this particular awards show because it's TV and movies, all mixed together. Most of all, everybody has to wiggle between the tables to get to the stage, and I'm always afraid there will be some kind of tripping and falling accident. However, I'd love to see how that gets handled. What happens if a star spills a drink on her dress? I think of these things.<br />
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But nothing bizarre happened. We didn't even see any truly bizarre clothes. The anticipation is worth it though.<br />
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A whole bunch of TV shows that I have never watched got awards. <br />
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Now let's see some clothes!<br />
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First, Christina Hendricks, whose show (Mad Men) I've never seen although I hear I should, but I don't think I get that channel, therefore I have no idea if she's a good actor or not, but still I kind of like her. She's different. She doesn't look all toothpicky. I like her name. Sometimes she looks just a teensy little bit crazy. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wow. An hourglass. Erupting? Volcano dress? What if she wants to look over her left shoulder? I don't get it. But it's very RED and I appreciate the boldness it takes to wear red.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coincidentally, her co-star January Jones also wore red. I like her name too but more in an oddball kind of way. I also do not get her dress. At all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>I don't know man, I just think a couple strips of ribbon can't be called a "dress." However, I will award her with the official Immature Golden Globes Snickering Boob Joke.<br />
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This is how it's done, ladies. I mean if you've got it. Which I don't, but she does, and she knows what to do. <br />
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Red, red, red!<br />
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And almost red. Remember "Married With Children?" You watched it, c'mon and admit it. Katey "Peg Bundy" Sagal took a trophy looking fan-frickin-tastic. I like long sleeves. Everybody else looks freezing cold in comparison, you know?<br />
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</div>Cute Moment: when her name was called, the camera cut to Ed "Al Bundy" O'Neil, who grinned and beamed at his former co-star. <br />
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This now concludes the red dress collection.<br />
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Christian Bale, aka Batman, accepted an award looking like Jesus. I'm not kidding. Jesus in a tux. He's got shoulder length hair and a full gingery beard and moustache. I like long hair, I like beards (most of the time) and I like Jesus so I was fine with this look.<br />
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We rarely get to hear his real accent. He's Welsh. He just plays Americans. Cuz he's an actor. And he wins awards for it.<br />
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Steve Buscemi won an award too. My kids know him as Norther Winslow from Big Fish. He slips into the role of Creepy Guy so easily and so brilliantly. He is actually a nice guy who just plays creepy guys. See? ACTING.<br />
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Man, I really don't watch much TV. <br />
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In a Moment I particularly love, Geoffrey Rush and Tilda Swinton presented an award.<br />
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</div>I think he's fantastic - I've seen him in quite a few movies - and although I only know her as the White Witch in that first Narnia movie, I find her fascinating. In a weird kind of way. She wears strange things, like this outfit, which appears to be a white shirt and pale boring satin skirt, but then looked like the two pieces were sewn together. She's super tall, extremely white, doesn't wear much make up, and usually slicks back her short hair... she kind of looks like a statue. She looks like David Bowie. She looks like an alien. She is so different. Dude, she winked at the photographers!<br />
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What will she do next????<br />
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And speaking of unpredictable: Our boy Johnny Depp sat in the audience, chewing gum nervously and trying not to look like he couldn't wait to bolt. I feel sorry for the guy. He loves making movies, but I get a strong feeling he doesn't like this part of his job.<br />
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He looked gorgeous though. <br />
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I love it how he's wearing a very elegant tux but then Depps it up with the wallet chain and the straggly hair and moustache. Screwing the rules of formal wear! yeah!<br />
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You know how Johnny was nominated twice in the same category? He didn't win. (I suspect he was relieved.) Paul Giamatti won, and I dig him, in a schlubby kind of way. (Watch American Splendor.) Of course I thought it was sweet that he thanked the Great Nation Of Canada. Give that guy a beer!<br />
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Hey- a surprise I can't find a picture of - The Biebs presented and his hair... it was NOT A COMBOVER! The kid has eyebrows! There is hope yet people. There is hope.<br />
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The other popular colour was red's opposite: green! First good example is Catherine Zeta Jones.<br />
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So the dress, gorgeous, yeah of course, but even better - her husband is ALIVE!! Thin, pale, but he's up and at it. He successfully survived cancer treatment! Yay! We got a Real Meaningful Moment when he got to the stage to an audience standing and clapping, and Michael Douglas humbly said, "There's gotta be an easier way to get a standing ovation."<br />
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More green: Brangie. Well technically, Angelina, since Brad was wearing a tux and honestly, looking super skeevy. I'm not kidding. <br />
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As much as it's cool to see Angelina wearing something other than black (I think she looks good in black and I get it that it makes getting dressed waaay easier) I gotta say... I don't like this dress.<br />
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Sorry Brad I cannot get with the thumbs up on this one. (Please wash your hair.)<br />
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It looks itchy. You know? I hate itchy fabric! It's a nice green, and it's cool that she's wearing long sleeves when so many others are half nekkid. But, itchy. That's all I can think about.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">THE SHOES. Look at the shoes. Also the hair, the incredibly busy dress. Wow. The shoes. Pretty much everybody else on the internet says it's all hideous, but you know what? I love it. On anybody else it would just be ridiculous, but she has the personality to carry it off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let's have a look at winner Claire Danes. I think she looked great!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love the colour, and she has the shoulders for it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This is kind of over the top. I'd wear it! Not with the train though. I didn't even have that on my wedding dress. How do these women navigate with dresses like this?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I like this. I like red and pink together. The rose; it kind of reminded me of Valentine's day cards made with handfuls of glitter and white glue. I'm not sure if that's good or not. But I like the dress and she looks great!</div><br />
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The Social Network was the night's big winner, and I doubt I'll ever see it. I'm sick of Facebook, I'm not a computer nerd, and I just don't care. This movie is a sausage fest. Computer Geek sausage fest. Can't relate. <br />
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Anne Hathaway will be co-hosting the Oscars. Good thing it's a month away because it could take a while to get out of this heaavvvy dress.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">ALICE IN WONDERLAND</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Almost unrecognizable, totally unsexy (unless you're into this kind of thing, hey I won't judge) and really defining the classical use of the word "mad," Johnny is a delight! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">A disturbing delight. A possibly frightening, most likely unpredictable delight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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And really, this is why he's my favourite. He's not afraid to do this, and he throws himself right into it. I mean seriously, is this nightmare inducing or hilarious? BOTH!<br />
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He looks gorgeous in this flick. The fake beard is kind of fun. Yeah it's fake; when have you ever seen him as himself with that much carefully manscaped facial hair? Also: am I the only one who obsesses about details like beards and moustaches and silver hairs???<br />
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Anyways... I couldn't tell from the trailers if it was a thriller, a black comedy or a romance. All of the above? The scenery looks really nice...<br />
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It's not that I didn't want to go see it, it's just that December is not a good time of year for me to go gallivanting to the movie theatre, but having said that I don't really gallivant very often, so um, sorry Johnny. I didn't see your movie. I'll catch it on video!!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Hey, help me out here: was the original van from the show a Ford? It's a badass GMC this time around. This movie totally ignited my craving to have a full size van with a fully shag carpeted interior. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">GOES TO TOM CRUISE!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">It was fun, despite all the gun shooting and crap. I'm not crazy about shooting scenes. But oh man, the three of us roared with laughter when ALL the black clad Bad Guys fell to their deaths, fatally wounded from one well-aimed shot. Classic!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Loved it! Love the politically incorrect, vaguely accented villain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Adored Kyle the vicious dog. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Believe all the praise you hear about The Hunger Games Trilogy. It is well written, intense, gripping, frightening, and will make you think about the world we live in. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">It is the rare story that grabbed me, then my 16 year old daughter, then my 14 year old son. Worth the money to buy all three of the books. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.heidi-willis.com/">SOME KIND OF NORMAL by Heidi Willis </a>was technically published at the end of 2009, but I read it in 2010 and it's my blog so I say it counts. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mostly I'm putting it here because I love this story.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've bought it twice to give away as a gift. That's how much I love it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">The DREAMCAST series by Paul Telegdi. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's the book I'm reading at the time I'm writing this report. Yep, got it for Christmas! Enjoying it, cos it's bluddy grawer up yer muvvah fargggher! Larf larf larf! Izzex endrugs en rogckenroll, man!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">You know when you have a friend who's in a band, and you know he's a good musician, but you're deathly afraid that his band might not be very good so you're nervous to go see them? And you know that feeling of relief when you find out the whole band are good musicians, they totally have their s*** together, and put on a rocking live show? Oh, and then your elation when you get <a href="http://www.decadeofsleep.com/">their album in your hands, and the packaging is gorgeous, and the songs are excellent and it ROCKS?!</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">(To be honest, I totally expected this to be awesome, and it is.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, you gnarly old lion. I am still in love with yoooooooooo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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This was my second Ozzy show, so I knew what to expect. Basically, I expected AWESOME and that is exactly what Ozzy delivered! It was pretty much the same show as the one in Hamilton a few years before which I am perfectly okay with, because this act never gets old for me. If you ever get a chance to see him live, GO. It's worth it!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You'll know it's almost time when the lights dim and the giant screens light up. He always starts the show with a screamingly funny video montage with Ozzy ripping on all the big pop culture events. This time around, Avatar, Jersey Shore, Lady GaGa and Beyonce (Ozzy rarely turns down an opportunity to make an ass of himself in drag!) The Hangover, and to top it all off... Twilight. Ozzy in a puffy Edward wig and huge magazine worthy eyebrows... when she <i>says it out loud...VAMPIRE... </i>Ozzy replies, "Vampiah? Vampiahs ah PUSSIES! I'm the Prinzafucchhhhingdahkness!!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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And he probably truly can't hear us, but it doesn't matter, because we will yell louder than we did before, just to make sure Ozzy can focchhing hear us!<br />
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When he yells, "LEMME SEE YA HANDS!" well heck if I had six hands I'd throw 'em all up in the air. <br />
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Understand what an accomplishment this is, because I am not a clap-along kind of person. I get really uncomfortable when we're supposed to clap along in church, I'm not kidding. And yet here's the most demented insane cheerleader on earth clapping his hands above his head and I'm right there. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He then announced that he's been doing THIS for FORTY-TWO YEARS. This is important to understand, because people have been saying great things about his last couple albums, things like, "Ozzy's still got it" and "Ozzy knows how to do his thing yet stay current." This is all true. But the thing is...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And he's not kidding about being crazy, either. I saw the roadies bring out the friggin fire hose during between acts and I was glad I wasn't in the floor seats. Let me tell you, if you're in the first few rows at an Ozzy concert, you are going to get soaked. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What impresses me the most is the man's voice. He sounds great - pitch perfect, confident of every note, and just as clear as thirty years earlier. He hasn't lost that distinctive sound that only he has. He may move with the jerky clumsiness of an old man, and sometimes look like he's hanging on to that mic stand for dear life, but his voice is as solid as ever. It's like no time has passed. It's pretty amazing considering the abuse he put himself through. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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No kidding. This guy is intense. And, he's got the coolest drum riser... it lifts up above the stage and shoots smoke out of pipes like exhaust pipes and it's the kind of gimmick that makes all of us adrenaline-fuelled headbangers lose our minds. Plus he's a hell of a drummer!<br />
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Before introducing his guitar player, Ozzy reminded us that he has played with some of the best guitarists on the planet. Tony Iommi. Randy Rhoads. Jake E Lee. Zakk Wylde. And now...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I didn't know much about this guy going in, other than his mind blowing work on the new album. I'd seen a pic in a magazine and thought, "He looks like a KID!" And also, "Hmmm. Gus. Long thick curly hair. Sideburns. Betcha he's Greek!" Aren't all Greek guys called Gus or Stavros? I'm thinking about the last guy who cut my hair, an incredibly hetero dude with those dark brown bedroom eyes, who couldn't stop complimenting me on my long thick curly hair. He thought I should have been Greek too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well I don't know what they're drinking over there in Greece, but young Gus G here has been a rock music phenomenon in Europe for years, proving once again that we in North America are always behind with this stuff. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The four of us were debating how old he is. The guys figured less than 25 but I suspected he's older than that but baby faced. I was right. He's thirty. Regardless, he's never lived in a world without Ozzy Osbourne. And now he's up there on the stage at the guy's left hand, a position formerly occupied by a string of guitar heroes. Wow!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And see what I mean about baby faced??? I mean, he slings a mean axe, but how cute is he?</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I do mean cute in a wicked, haavy, frightening, METAL kind of way, of course. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They play songs spanning the entire career, from the monstrous Black Sabbath to the huge hits from his early solo career, and new songs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wear good shoes, because you will be on your feet for two hours. Be prepared to clap so much you start worrying that the big scar on the inside of your knuckle could bust open and spew blood everywhere (although Ozzy would probably think that was funny.) Understand that you will not have much of a voice the next day from all the yelling and screaming and hooting and hollering. If you make a living with your ears, I'm not kidding, you better wear ear plugs. It's ok, it really only takes the top end off. Believe me, ear plugs cannot silence this audio avalanche!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You'll walk out of that concert feeling... cleansed! Happy! And loved! Because this really is a giant heavy metal love fest. Ozzy loves us, we love him. At the end of the night, he very clearly says, "God bless you all!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Awwww. Ozzy you're so sweet. And yet so delightfully frightening. </div><br />
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<span id="goog_2060888546"></span><span id="goog_2060888547"></span>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-41274449930937337492010-10-24T21:55:00.000-07:002010-10-26T17:18:12.184-07:00Soundgarden: a brief history of the band according to Heidi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the late 1980s when I was pigging out on Led Zeppelin and Guns N Roses, something really cool was happening in Seattle, and I knew nothing about it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Eventually I started to read about this band in the occasional music mag I'd pick up at the grocery store. The name was catchy. I heard cool words like ULTRAMEGA OK and BADMOTORFINGER. You know I love words, so I took a bit of notice. It took until 1991 for their music to reach me. This was pre-internet, you know, the dark ages. That summer I got married and moved to a place close to the big bad city. I was listening to the Big Bad City radio station. Ah, finally I got to hear some of these bands I'd only read about! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then I started college. This was the month that Metallica unleashed their Black Album, and Nirvana gave us Nevermind and changed everything. Also there were video screens in the Student Pub. I looked up one day when I heard "Jesus Christ Pose" and kind of lost my ability to speak for a minute or three. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was a result of two things. One, I am very easily distracted by good looking men. Give them musical instruments and I'm <i>finished. </i>And two, apparently this band was impoverished in those early days and could not afford to buy Chris any shirts. Please refer back to point # 1. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got to see what the guys looked like. Ben Shepherd has one of the best chin-dimples in music. That is more than a dimple; that's like, a valley. He's nicely craggy. Matt Cameron is boyishly cute - and remains that way twenty years later. Kim Thayil is the coolest, haaviest vibing dude since Tony Iommi. They both play Gibsons and appear to not ever break a sweat. Now that's cool. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyways, BADMOTORFINGER gave the world three singles that were all heavy and huge, with lots of yowling vocals and mysterious lyrics, and some messed up time signatures. I got a listen to the album at the occasional college house party. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I was impoverished back in them days- not so much that I had to go shirtless, thankfully, but just enough that buying stacks of CDs was out of reach. As a result, I was familiar with the songs on this album but only knew the titles of three of them.<br />
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Well, eventually my beloved and I (my real, true life beloved) were the co-producers on this epic project called Our First Baby. It was 1994, and SUPERUNKNOWN became the album that would be a huge hit for them. The cover freaked me out. I bought it anyways. <br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know, isn't that funny? We sure thought it was cute. Turns out, it was really our Spoon Chickie and a year later, she was hanging onto the edge of her play pen and grinning while bouncing in time. She was a little too young yet to learn how to throw the horns but she had the idea down. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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It was also on the car radio, while rolling up to a stop sign, that I heard about the band's break-up announcement. What a drag. I mean, what a serious disappointment. But even though I felt like it was the end of an era, I sort of got it. They would not get to the Crappy Album Phase that so many bands go through. They'd never put out the boring album made because they'd become complacent in their songwriting, and lazy in their performances. They quit when things were still good. They put a stop to the band before musical direction disagreements turned into full on fights. They didn't start hating each other.<br />
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Anyways. I love this picture too, because I'm all about clothes and they're wearing work boots, jeans, and canvas coats. I'm in love. <br />
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Shepherd demonstrates how great bass players hold the instrument. It's gotta be darn near knee level, and that's the family rule in my house. The only guys allowed to play any kind of guitar up under their armpits are? Let's hear it kids: Flea, Tim Commerford, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Level_42">That Guy From Level 42</a>. If you are not any of those guys, get that thing close to the floor. <br />
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Cornell demonstrates the Jesus Christ Pose. Like he's been carrying the load.<br />
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TELEPHANTASM includes a DVD of videos. I'd only seen two of them. Mind you, there weren't many shirts involved in the two I had seen. <br />
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Flames<br />
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Flashing lights<br />
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Throwing around of long hair, also known as "windmilling"<br />
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deserts (or sand if the location budget is tight)<br />
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things melting and burning<br />
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It's been a blast to listen to this double CD set, because I missed out on so much of the earlier work. The liner notes are fun too. Just don't leave the first disc in the stereo of your Mom's car. She won't think the lyrics to "Big Dumb Sex" are very funny. You've been warned.<br />
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</div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-50240235181534707912010-09-15T08:10:00.000-07:002010-09-15T08:39:45.386-07:002010 Emmy awards and VMA: We're really just here for the outfits, man.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yeah I know. The Emmy awards were ages ago. Hey, I'm really busy over here, what with farrier visits and sharing a car with Grandma while I am left truckless!! I couldn't leave the Emmy thing without a comment though, so have a look and then we'll get to the real fun stuff dished up over at MTV. Honestly, I didn't even watch the VMAs. There's this great thing called the Internet though, so I got what I needed to know. Namely, what everybody wore! Get in and get comfy, here we go...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tina Fey is genuinely talented, funny, and an extremely good looking woman. I know, what's not to love? She looked so good in this dress, I want to tap her on the shoulder and say, "Tina, you're gorgeous and you look perfect in this dress, so SMILE lady!" But I don't asked to help with these things. I should be, though. I got ideas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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The Gaga.<br />
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Can I tell you how much I love this picture? She's all like, "I need not command the riff raff to move. They simply shall clear the way." And her personal hand holder/ dress wrangler/ wig steadier looks rather afraid of her. And what's with the guy on the other side with medals on his jacket????<br />
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By contrast, this youngun looks miserable. I think I would be too if I chose a plastic dress to wear to the VMAs. I'd be totally uncomfortable, worried about heat rash and trying to figure out where to put that rope glued to my head, and then friggin Gaga comes storming in on a cloud of red and black and gold swirls with her stupid head feathers and stupid blue and pink hair and stupid own-face. Geez. And then I'd worry that people won't even get it that the rope is supposed to be a braid, like a long Rapunzel kind of braid, and on top of all that nobody's even noticing these legs which are actually surprisingly great, and yeah, I'd look miserable too. <br />
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On a different but related (see what I did there) topic, yes, apparently she is wearing a meat dress. Those are two words that shouldn't go together. At first I saw the pictures and thought, "there's no way that's real meat. It's canvas or something with an incredibly intricate dye job." But then I started thinking about BBQ and marbling and wow, if that really is meat, this just opens a whole other can of pork and beans, man. Like, are we that wasteful in the "developed" world that we can just wear food? You know nobody's gonna wanna cook this up when she's done with it. And at least Katy Perry's sushi dress was fake sushi. Although there are probably carnivorous men in this world who would think, "Woman + meat =happiness" so there's that, but still... and then I have to stop thinking about it.<br />
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No, dude. Cher invented that shock value thing.<br />
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Say what you want about her age, her giant wig, or her heavily made up face. She's 64. And she's rocking that ridiculous suit she first wore 25 years ago- in a video MTV was scared of.<br />
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Honestly, this isn't fair... I mean, few of us can aspire to being in this shape at 64. Few of us are now. Maybe she's got a whopping combo of good genes and luck. Maybe she can afford a magic fitness guru, I don't know, but she's kind of unrealistic. Heck, good for her. Way to show up and put everything in its place Cher. Now please make another movie!!!<br />
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Well, the leather wingback chair is nice, and that national guitar is lovely. I'd like to give the poor girl a pair of soft fuzzy socks. I know how hard it is to warm your toes with your other toes. <br />
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Can you imagine her stylists and publicists and managers debating this look/ vibe/ song choice/ lighting/ for the last year? Ack. I mean, it makes me tired just thinking of it. <br />
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I have spent the last few years trying to decide if I like this guy or not. He alternately pisses me off, delights me, irritates me, amuses me, and makes me wonder why his clothes always look like really expensive but highly tacky upholstery.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Okay so first of all, I missed The Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin Show. Or was it the Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin Show? I think Steve Martin is reliably hilarious. Did you know he's a great banjo player? It's true. He can play any depressing song on a banjo and make it sound happy. And Baldwin, well, he's... <i>A-rec Baw-win! </i> As Bucky would say, it just got smarmy in here. And you like it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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I'm starting off with this dress because it caused some controversy. Half of the gossip/ entertainment/ news type people who allegedly get to spout opinions on this things (I hereby appoint myself as one of them) absolutely LOVED this dress. The other half HATED it. I think it's cool! All those ribbons and ruffles! That creamy pale pink with the black contrast! Can you imagine how much my cat would love this?! However I'm still a practical farm kid at heart and I can't figure how one would sit in a dress like that. Wouldn't all those little rose-shaped ruffles get crushed? <br />
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And another divisive outfit, this time on good ol' SJP, who can always be counted on to show up and be photographed. This year she had on this bizarre sheath with some kind of silver ornamentation and a neck strap... and it was like... the back was... Oh heck I just don't know.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thing is, she brings her Permanent Date with her, Matthew "Ferris Bueller" Broderick. You know. Star of One Of The Best Movies Ever. Speaking of John Hughes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But um, from the front it looks like she's got rose-boobs. Grabby hands. Soft Targets. Swirly Nippies. Cupcakes. Hypnotizers. Does she know? Is she aware that in the picture above, it appears that people behind her are laughing at her. So sad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Cyrus Kid. Oh, forehead slap, head shake, Cyrus Kid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know why she's there, I don't know how she can be so cute and yet sound like a 67-year old pool-hall lizard when she speaks, and I don't know how she can have parents who let her out of the house looking like THIS.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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In every single picture from the Oscars, she's slouched, hunched over, with her arms clasped to her sides. It looks like her rib cage has been squished. She looks uncomfortable and fake. If she lifted her arms even an inch, she'd pop right out of that hideous K-mart looking corset top. Also the skirt on that thing is gross. <br />
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I don't understand this - doesn't anybody love her???? Doesn't anybody look at this situation and wonder why this kid is wearing a cheap looking dress that is clearly too small for her? Why can't they just let her be a teenager? Why must she be dressed in tacky tight crap that makes her look miserable?<br />
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Then there's this, which doesn't make me angry, but simply perplexed.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, why this very pale thin young lady decided to wear a dress that makes her top half look like she was poured into a flute glass. She looks like a tube with a puffy skirt. The skirt is lovely, although it looks like it might be made out of bubble wrap. But that bodice, it's ready to swallow up anything that falls out of her face. It's not good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4Jp5hGfYCpbtiNb5eQl4-R3UzQrmxKFPpN1ztJdNNmW6csLBCQ5FVliBcVb71bAB_3HDDy21d5nTDYF9sRuyi03ebQp65Plet3YZ5LddWLYVmT1GHrLf_HNbrtQNGEHReuhe/s1600-h/msg-126800836687-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4Jp5hGfYCpbtiNb5eQl4-R3UzQrmxKFPpN1ztJdNNmW6csLBCQ5FVliBcVb71bAB_3HDDy21d5nTDYF9sRuyi03ebQp65Plet3YZ5LddWLYVmT1GHrLf_HNbrtQNGEHReuhe/s320/msg-126800836687-3.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OH my GOSH is that a peek of LEG? I almost didn't see that. It blends. The lace is cute though. Reminds me of the curtains I plan to hang in my future farm house. In the formal dining room/ horse observation lounge. Oh yes, big filmy ruffly lacy curtains, like Dolly Parton's Opry gowns. Wait, where was I?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ah, Monique, amazing piece of work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9phy9mJ98fcXvQBqtYppSe7GiIU9s_umUKFk6UmZ88E5Ler3LUFMO9mg6hsYfrMBXBjVySi08QZLGkrk51qxNn4d9TKEKzu3W0Yy3jzKTq5mA35cDHqel7XxSNPzZlnCnq9U/s1600-h/gallery-msg-126801507341-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9phy9mJ98fcXvQBqtYppSe7GiIU9s_umUKFk6UmZ88E5Ler3LUFMO9mg6hsYfrMBXBjVySi08QZLGkrk51qxNn4d9TKEKzu3W0Yy3jzKTq5mA35cDHqel7XxSNPzZlnCnq9U/s320/gallery-msg-126801507341-3.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Great colour, and with her hair back we can see her pretty face. She won the little golden dude for Best Supporting Actress. I have got to see that movie, even though I'm kind of scared of it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check him out with the grey streaks in her hair and beard, the well weathered squint. Contrasts so beautifully with the tux! She's lovely too. Not a crazy dress, just elegant and classy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Speaking of which. Kathryn Bigelow! I just read that she's 58 years old. Obviously she's very athletic and fit. She doesn't strike me as being a frilly girly-girl. I think this silver dress suited her very well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How much do we love RDJ?!?</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bOTpz2mFRwQr_ZhY1REfqBuqKgvqJol2pvNB6NR9fSjV_wUEsNiXMgRn_GTFr6IDkNQHujndsEQcCEyKD73QProl9p3r-fT-ZLFffuTEpc5v1aaDxEkLei1fUVjBTUEODLGO/s1600-h/97516424-thumb-420x706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bOTpz2mFRwQr_ZhY1REfqBuqKgvqJol2pvNB6NR9fSjV_wUEsNiXMgRn_GTFr6IDkNQHujndsEQcCEyKD73QProl9p3r-fT-ZLFffuTEpc5v1aaDxEkLei1fUVjBTUEODLGO/s320/97516424-thumb-420x706.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also I think Meryl (aka Best Living Actress Just Accept It) looked so pretty. I love her soft hairdo and perfect make up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am not going to call Carey Mulligan <i>Cute.</i> She must be really sick of that by now. Instead I will say that she is a pretty young lady and reminds me of Mia Farrow in the 60s. That's okay, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love, love love, this dress. It fits right, the hem is different, and it sparkles. She paired it with giant dangly earrings which really stand out with her short hair. I'm not sure about the shoes but she's young and hip so she can make it work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And if you want fun - Vera Farmiga wore this fuschia ruffle tube! Some hated it! Said it was: too much sculpture, too bright on her pale skin, wrong lipstick colour, wrong colour. I say, IT'S PINK.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I mean, hello? Does she look like she's having fun? Heck yes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And in the crazy fun category, Zoe Saldana's wild purple pom pom creation at first scared me a little but it's grown on me like a weed from another planet. The colour!! The sparkly top! The weird waist flap! Then... the layers of floofy ruffly skirt balls? What the heck is going on there???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Again, she looks so happy and pleased. This is the face a great dress should result in. Well not her face specifically. Although that would be nice. She is gorgeous. What I mean is that in every picture I found, she's flashing that brilliant smile, working the heck outta that insane dress, and apparently loving every minute of it. I'd call that a success. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyways, so awards. Yes. I haven't seen The Blind Side. I guess this means our girl Sandy did a good job! I loved her speech. Sometimes I think we love her regardless of her acting skills, just because she's such a cool chick. I'd totally hang with her. I'd even go shopping with her and I hate shopping.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am so, so, so pleased with this. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8pf4VQh_Nw5VG2G0qtWsTHsDVGjexzLhuTEUw5YfkdlJX21sxVyAPVAoOKnFkfhXdyF2cSbCV39Ua5gCg6Qv6p-i7yYQzeKBxxtwyIR9I5VE_GrAxq0ka9w5PJLAW0zjQ8Y1/s1600-h/article-1256505-089FDE88000005DC-285_634x917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8pf4VQh_Nw5VG2G0qtWsTHsDVGjexzLhuTEUw5YfkdlJX21sxVyAPVAoOKnFkfhXdyF2cSbCV39Ua5gCg6Qv6p-i7yYQzeKBxxtwyIR9I5VE_GrAxq0ka9w5PJLAW0zjQ8Y1/s320/article-1256505-089FDE88000005DC-285_634x917.jpg" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought Avatar was magnificent, but I remember seeing ads for The Hurt Locker and thinking it looked absolutely intense, with a sly little sense of humour lurking in there. It might be the one war movie I'd actually watch. That's something. So far the only war movie I've enjoyed was Tropic Thunder and yeah, no, that doesn't count. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope the Academy gets their act together from now on. I'd really like to see it become less of a White Boys' Club. But I'd also like the recording studio biz to be profitable and for every day to be nice and warm and for my horses to behave consistently. I mean, it's <i>possible</i>. It's a goal to work towards. Y'know?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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(Oh my gosh, I just realized they're all strapless and I don't have much to hold anything like that up. Yikes!)<br />
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So, agreements? Disagreements? What did I leave out? What did you love and hate about the show, or about this little report? And can we do this again next year????Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-90155854307080640582010-02-17T14:04:00.000-08:002010-02-17T14:13:48.259-08:002010 Golden Globes! (it's ok if you don't get it. I'll get it for ya.)<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I admit, I still don't get the Golden Globe awards. I like it though. Movie and TV people all sit in the same room, at round tables, and have to zig zag their way to the stage when their names are called. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm pretty sure there are drinkies at those tables, because sometimes the acceptance speeches get a little bit <i>exuberant</i>. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5Uzhd9yNehyphenhyphenab28vXOGQYskZ3p8TIYaRezdOV5UMkl_CznX2XA4aydP401vYKeur1RpmjHFJQOmdnM6fwkY-u0mpKpn_zE179FUabqL_q9fxKe9Zh06LHQgkmIfYLc19F9B2/s1600-h/ggs-10-ricky-gervais.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5Uzhd9yNehyphenhyphenab28vXOGQYskZ3p8TIYaRezdOV5UMkl_CznX2XA4aydP401vYKeur1RpmjHFJQOmdnM6fwkY-u0mpKpn_zE179FUabqL_q9fxKe9Zh06LHQgkmIfYLc19F9B2/s320/ggs-10-ricky-gervais.JPG.jpeg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Does Ricky Gervais always look like he's just cracked a joke he was warned not to tell? He appears to be snickering constantly. He made me giggle.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year had a big difference - it RAINED! It's in Los Angeles, location of many awards shows, and I don't think I've ever seen rain. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBehOq0JLYcJus6G-Fxo3pZh9cRkVoYPoOa7OTtsbg1W5ld1Tgoyv1fJ-_yQ93L9brdX-58gAaUJZcu44R78kmQjV3pt3UunfGXpqSe6kcPm_QcSya9DGxpAawt7STsyCy9qUH/s1600-h/95835036-thumb-420x610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBehOq0JLYcJus6G-Fxo3pZh9cRkVoYPoOa7OTtsbg1W5ld1Tgoyv1fJ-_yQ93L9brdX-58gAaUJZcu44R78kmQjV3pt3UunfGXpqSe6kcPm_QcSya9DGxpAawt7STsyCy9qUH/s320/95835036-thumb-420x610.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's nothing. This one time when I was on the red carpet -- oh wait, let's just do that one more time -- I WAS ON THE RED CARPET (I still can hardly believe that I get to say that and not as a joke) and it snowed. No really. It snowed!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh silly, that's not me in that picture. It's Julia Roberts. You can tell by the long legs. She's the only one sensible enough to wear long sleeves in the rain. If I was there, my hair would be a cloud of curls and frizz. Also I like her shoes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGn3Onc-GX6g1oA0xHvaAJRX0k1dsMuAhEzXHiWCMeTXfngWOBztvckg73kf2QgmkYZybtPdIw1Dj4V9p3I07IKapcAFvd9mYe20VpPef-ZGBaRUyY9ut6vQGqyH3jSkBS2F02/s1600-h/julia-roberts-gg-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGn3Onc-GX6g1oA0xHvaAJRX0k1dsMuAhEzXHiWCMeTXfngWOBztvckg73kf2QgmkYZybtPdIw1Dj4V9p3I07IKapcAFvd9mYe20VpPef-ZGBaRUyY9ut6vQGqyH3jSkBS2F02/s320/julia-roberts-gg-2010.jpg" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's what Julia and I have in common: big grinny teeth. Here's where we differ: her smile is symmetrical. </span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So it rained in L.A. and there were umbrellas everywhere, plus huge lights to make up for a wet sky. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like those of us at home care! We're there for the clothes! And the chance of something bizarre being said!</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJMJVKet4kZpN_erAGntTUln_qb8OGocO2Ah2YzRFzwAKaZcikhWYqP7qyW-Xi55SI9bCcSAoPX39mDvoLKDP3INih8KTAaGgSMPr4K4qg2yyXFsAqMRgjMioH8Yd9NQ1Z6OK/s1600-h/gallery-msg-12637881436-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank you, Anna Paquin.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJNg3ZgCGVWonqHI3rWugmW8Xd4dNROMRB12N6gxZE70cbRcwJFMzSGMsFjskdLHmxK6Qq7EfCaPZsVzG0ksIMxtatbQz2vfoatmqcACFv-w2MTZ8sIsJulpa4-O-HBtGW2AR/s1600-h/gallery-msg-12637882309-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can always count on Mariah.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTYNm4C9Yp-eOpF-rRzsGxPD8Yhqb6xxbZd3Ls1RlTQ36DzBsCnD0cvm5hIsMBgdzW2bchjh81dAKm1ik7eWrOCgeVqLZF4-hFoKLviGNpbbEh2ZUNWCIQmsrfJcqaS8CRhAr/s1600-h/gallery-3935391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTYNm4C9Yp-eOpF-rRzsGxPD8Yhqb6xxbZd3Ls1RlTQ36DzBsCnD0cvm5hIsMBgdzW2bchjh81dAKm1ik7eWrOCgeVqLZF4-hFoKLviGNpbbEh2ZUNWCIQmsrfJcqaS8CRhAr/s320/gallery-3935391.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drew Barrymore is a pure delight. I might have been the only person who dug her 60s-from-hell hairdo last year. I was all set to dig this gown until I realized there appeared to be a sparkly hedgehog on her shoulder.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then I saw the one on her hip! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AAACKKK!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then I realized that she is Drew and she's kind of from a different planet, so I give her a free pass. If ANYBODY can wear a dress decorated with sparkly hedgehogs, it is the one and only Drew Barrymore, she of the crooked smile and wacky acceptance speeches. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>I know, you're wondering what the heck is wrong with me. I have excuses! Nobody would go with me. Jethro had to work all summer. I spent all my movie money on feeding the two teenagers. It'll take 15 minutes in a snowstorm to get to the video store. Life is hard, man. Sorry Johnny.<br />
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Those aren't babies those are kittens. Geez. You know, where I come from it wasn't unusual to have 14 kids. It's just that they came in pairs at the most, rarely triplets, and mostly one at a time. Greedy here had to have eight at one time. Eight. I know dogs and pigs who've had eight babies at once. Oh and also, women who had 14 children didn't often have time to dye their hair black or fix their eyebrows or get their lips plumped. (Nevermind that these women wore cape dresses and coverings okay? They probably wouldn't have taken time to tart up anyways.) <br />
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Can anybody stop him? Does anybody know if he plans these acts of stupidity or if it's a publicity stunt? Can we give him a curfew or something? Detention? Grounding? Time out chair? <br />
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THE "MOVIE BETTER THAN THE BOOK" AWARD<br />
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Robert Pattinson<br />
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I wasn't a fan of Edward the Vampire when I read the books. I thought he was controlling and overprotective and blah blah blah. But I like him now...<br />
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Spinal Tap<br />
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They never let me down.<br />
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Iron Maiden. They don't need to write anything new, because they still rock. Also this is the only album of theirs without a cover that scares the jeepers outta me.<br />
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Adam Lambert<br />
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</div>A gay dude with killer pipes <i>almost</i> wins American Idol, reinforcing my bizarre affection for glammy rock stars.<br />
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</div>Then he did some rude things on TV which may or may not have been planned or unplanned but either way I think that'll learn 'im up real good. It's okay. If his rock star career doesn't work out he can play the front man when that novel I'm working on gets made into a movie, right? Sure.<br />
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Nicolas Cage<br />
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So it turns out ol Nic here has some debt problems. <br />
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</div>(Around here, you have to hold your mouth in the same way as in the above photo when you say his name. Try it. It totally sounds like him. )<br />
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To get out of debt, he might have to sell his island, or his rare venomous snake (with antidote) or his rhinestone encrusted helicopter, shrunken head collection, ice sculpture museum, and maybe even the strawberry plantation. However, he will be keeping his pterodactyl farm. <br />
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Dude I'm kidding. He doesn't have any of that stuff. I don't think. Anyways, my kids want to help him out by going to see some wack-ass movie he's in coming up, in which he gets to wear a straggly wig. Oh goody, a wig movie! They just want to make sure things are on the up so Nic can make another National Treasure. My kids need a good laugh regularly. <br />
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CSI Miami<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> ...thanks to the comedic genius that is Horatio Caine. (It <i>is</i> supposed to be funny, right?)<br />
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We've got a whole repertoire of Shade Swipes and Jacket Sweeps, not to mention Mysterious Mumblings and Pithy Puns. Oh H, you are a wellspring of imitation worthy quirkiness! And they have a lot of montages on this show. (To show it all would take too long. That's why you need a montage.)<br />
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the Cyrus Kid<br />
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Who approved this???? Who thought this was a good idea??? Honestly, for real? What I really love is the face on the girl to the right. Yep. I agree.<br />
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THE "PLEASE STAY REAL" AWARD<br />
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the Swift Kid<br />
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</div>Please, don't get into drugs or develop a drinking problem or go out with anybody who used to be in Bon Jovi. Please don't strip on stage. Do not hang around with anybody whose name rhymes with Garish Stilton. Don't drive over people's feet. Don't go to fashion shows wearing nothing but a tube top and ripped pantyhose. That's about it. Thanks.<br />
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the Na'vi from Avatar. <i>They have tails. </i>Haven't you ever wanted a tail?? <br />
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Although I can't say I'd like wearing a loin cloth. Looks so cumbersome. But the feathers in the hair... I'd do that right now. <br />
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</div>Also she has cat eyes and a cat nose and sort of cat-like ears, and I bet she will never gain weight around her belly, plus she can tell her horse-critter what to do by twisting the end of her braid around the critter's antenna or whatever it is, and man, my life would be so much easier if my hair could do that.<br />
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THE "WEIRD BEARD" AWARD<br />
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Brad Pitt<br />
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Admit it, as far as billygoat goatees go, this is magnificent. Totally skeevy, yes, but awesome at the same time. Bonus points for not using Just For Men on it. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Them beads are nice, Bad Brad. Goes with the squint. I think he's letting his inner Eastwood out. It must get tiring to be so pretty. I mean, <i>everybody's </i>squawking about how much the beard is hated, which is reason enough for me to say, Brad, beard it up, man. (Just make sure you scrub that varmint on your face real good.)<br />
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THE END OF A FAIRY DUST SPARKLING ERA AWARD<br />
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Paula Abdul announced that she would not be on American Idol anymore. What???? Who's gonna tell those kids that they are beautiful like all the flowers of the sky???<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ellen is funny, and I know she'll be great, but come on. Is Ellen gonna bring the unicorn dust? I don't think so. Ellen does not rule Unicornland and therefore does not have the unicorn dust. THERE WILL BE NO UNICORN DUST, PEOPLE. And that is a damn shame. It just won't be the same without Pawler. <br />
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THE "TOTAL PACKAGE OF SUPER WEIRDNESS" AWARD<br />
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I could not discuss the Year Of Weird without Lady Gaga. She was ubiquitous. And weird.<br />
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Oprah. Does this mean I've missed out on her book club?????<br />
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</div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-38173257304880057012009-06-25T04:23:00.001-07:002009-06-25T11:42:15.127-07:00STAR TREK 2009 They still have hay in Iowa in the future!!<div>Do you have any idea how AWESOME this movie is? I mean, it's been getting good reviews all over the place, but I have yet to read anything from the farm kid point of view. This movie has just warmed my heart and raised my pulse. Wanna know why?</div><div><br /></div><div>Look at this- JJ Abrams has imagined a future earth <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">with hay bales! And dirt roads! And old Corvettes!</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpo0CAm7G6dYBTxpa0rwbaFusqFmN81aGr_e4KAqa7_NsysomfFCRR-wL5OY1p1XfaTQ8CpBEyhWte9436hDDpD3vWBTiNkqfCFR31cKqKNVjENENi0ph65Iwp0ThYbPMJtDRn/s1600-h/star+trek+iowa+2009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpo0CAm7G6dYBTxpa0rwbaFusqFmN81aGr_e4KAqa7_NsysomfFCRR-wL5OY1p1XfaTQ8CpBEyhWte9436hDDpD3vWBTiNkqfCFR31cKqKNVjENENi0ph65Iwp0ThYbPMJtDRn/s400/star+trek+iowa+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227287977445922" /></a>Thank you Star Trek, I feel now like we are not doomed to a future of perpetual pavement. I can breathe again. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgz-fXEDZP-9NRPq5R9kfbTxJaHBqDrCNNSAuZPibis_oWH58STLMpg4wB0ZqEPTPV_QFYd2OcEcoL52o0KSPmZaOT0m6QcC0u4GhQx3lYG7mLEkl8PhvSnSciFRul1De-yB7/s1600-h/star_trek_poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgz-fXEDZP-9NRPq5R9kfbTxJaHBqDrCNNSAuZPibis_oWH58STLMpg4wB0ZqEPTPV_QFYd2OcEcoL52o0KSPmZaOT0m6QcC0u4GhQx3lYG7mLEkl8PhvSnSciFRul1De-yB7/s400/star_trek_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227628279986322" /></a>We went to see this on opening night. (Yeah I know, that was over a month ago. I neglect this blog terribly. Sorry.) My daughter has developed a bit of a Star Trek fascination. She's not a rabid Trekkie, but she thinks William Shatner is "the best" and has nicknamed herself Tribble. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBp_mYsa0fOnsKrKhDRHdRGbApJilKv6z4N9rHR40qoy0E3J08OBRmqPRPNqi-4Rbvb6vS0V6xpISrAUJLYVDUl9S1UWpGB72XEAmn9e5hAgrMFtFbnNPigDLs3vivdeOM-eYa/s1600-h/star-trek-tribbles-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBp_mYsa0fOnsKrKhDRHdRGbApJilKv6z4N9rHR40qoy0E3J08OBRmqPRPNqi-4Rbvb6vS0V6xpISrAUJLYVDUl9S1UWpGB72XEAmn9e5hAgrMFtFbnNPigDLs3vivdeOM-eYa/s400/star-trek-tribbles-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227902422778882" /></a>After all the initial drama involving Romulans and explosions and Mrs. Kirk, we headed back to earth, where a young punk Kirk is taking out his step-dad's antique Corvette for a little spin. I think this kid is all of ten years old. My 12 year old son thought this was perfect. He's a firm believer that as long as you can reach all the pedals and shift at the same time, you should be allowed to drive. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zOBzrm-LVYNuMch-KxxukNS-lURsesMqvV3GLtMg1Cqz7Qqcc2XAgKQ9mlg8W67cPyJMRbAT4sFVrj_TykCofW3NEf0DPNLM73awdBLC_SCmKBri4Krn3LkXVCfOCYOi0_Jc/s1600-h/startrek2009corvette.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zOBzrm-LVYNuMch-KxxukNS-lURsesMqvV3GLtMg1Cqz7Qqcc2XAgKQ9mlg8W67cPyJMRbAT4sFVrj_TykCofW3NEf0DPNLM73awdBLC_SCmKBri4Krn3LkXVCfOCYOi0_Jc/s400/startrek2009corvette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227904868942674" /></a>Also, in the future, we still listen to the Beastie Boys! See, don't you feel better about the world now?</div><div><br /></div><div>But let's not discuss what happens to the Corvette, okay? Thanks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently we won't need to wear helmets in the future. Oh what a relief! Whatever invisible technology gets invented to protect our skulls... can we have that now? </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGAlDW2mNcQMqMvUEw88tjeEPheuCNDvk1gMBnh7aL2D7lQVdRK5JJ7zt0NZ7xjxMbhKWVcAb_q_9HUFcGw2VnL7g87SujMAODNAY7O2YMudDEVT-euZkr8PGk8qEhr_qfNaU/s1600-h/star+trek+09+motorbike.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGAlDW2mNcQMqMvUEw88tjeEPheuCNDvk1gMBnh7aL2D7lQVdRK5JJ7zt0NZ7xjxMbhKWVcAb_q_9HUFcGw2VnL7g87SujMAODNAY7O2YMudDEVT-euZkr8PGk8qEhr_qfNaU/s400/star+trek+09+motorbike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227275353067298" /></a><br />Here's our first glimpse of the Enterprise. Magnificent. Honestly, the visuals in this movie are quite beautiful.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_PFEapOaTMDLUm-8sqSRDeyD3xVV-CRJ6le373gcD4na1IFRymwnTypIUc3ToE5YJVKpbsZbrugywFmK83l4f5jJnvvPb9xZm8U4Ai2w9hC6TUdG5CeS8GgxKE8aj2dkxy_z/s1600-h/star+trek+09+shipyard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_PFEapOaTMDLUm-8sqSRDeyD3xVV-CRJ6le373gcD4na1IFRymwnTypIUc3ToE5YJVKpbsZbrugywFmK83l4f5jJnvvPb9xZm8U4Ai2w9hC6TUdG5CeS8GgxKE8aj2dkxy_z/s400/star+trek+09+shipyard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227278215246370" /></a>I won't be getting into plot analysis here; other blogs do that better than I care to. I'm really just all about the experience. And the scenery. And the handsome. </div><div><br /></div><div>I will make note of the excellent casting. Each of the actors was believable as their character. This could have been disastrous, since Star Trek is so familiar. I'm in a generation that never knew life without Star Trek. Even my Mennonite Grandpa used to watch it now and then (although he was more into Batman, and Wonder Woman!)</div><div><br /></div><div>The actors weren't just copying a well known performance though-- they were inventing the person who would become that iconic character. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UUj7kHxmF6R7oXucCQwecL104ix7Efv9X6O0Q0vtrBmuU1ojBiqj0Ux7qMIEQZ5q0CNaGQ-bdAkro2FywICBO5dBqu2vbVKLEgVPWPu86mqZWRgmpOK8_kPSEVbq802HvUlS/s1600-h/StarTrek-Crew+2009jpg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UUj7kHxmF6R7oXucCQwecL104ix7Efv9X6O0Q0vtrBmuU1ojBiqj0Ux7qMIEQZ5q0CNaGQ-bdAkro2FywICBO5dBqu2vbVKLEgVPWPu86mqZWRgmpOK8_kPSEVbq802HvUlS/s400/StarTrek-Crew+2009jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227905394435586" /></a>Watching this movie with my kids gave me a good opportunity to explain to them what a revolutionary show this had been in the 60s. The original Enterprise was crewed by a multicultural group of men and women - not just a bunch of white dudes. There was even -gasp- a Russian on board, at a time when Russia was considered "the enemy." And then there was Uhuru- a black woman who was beautiful, wore a miniskirt (hey, it was the 60s) but totally held her own on the bridge of the ship.</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xjDPCZMTgPNjS1z5Fctc17RcHNtnJ8vHPCKljIZlQ2QIbJBZZb-KJ3WTVYyKHXE7ggK01wkbqfL0CQuQliKLU1EIE4OgspwppnWjnDxY9rAIYD1wdcfQGbAC9WYBuWY0ANfN/s1600-h/uhura_character_star_trek_2009_poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xjDPCZMTgPNjS1z5Fctc17RcHNtnJ8vHPCKljIZlQ2QIbJBZZb-KJ3WTVYyKHXE7ggK01wkbqfL0CQuQliKLU1EIE4OgspwppnWjnDxY9rAIYD1wdcfQGbAC9WYBuWY0ANfN/s400/uhura_character_star_trek_2009_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227912699477506" /></a></div><div><br />And then there's this guy...</div><div>Tribble fell in love. So did all her friends. I didn't know if anybody other than Nimoy could do this role. Impressive. By the way, Tribble thinks Nimoy is also "the best." She's very equal opportunity when it comes to the Spock/Kirk thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCP2X9d0ARmk0QgzgwdAyTyRZpwEIngJ6eHXAUHCY-i-wYf0N2Q3kYt6Ss7op3p1GW805zaZB0vBDd_HWBlTrGLy0UzJbAl600RUl9prvsmeLsiV32lrexKPeHeuDwrKF4D_a/s1600-h/star_trek_2009_movie_poster_spock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilCP2X9d0ARmk0QgzgwdAyTyRZpwEIngJ6eHXAUHCY-i-wYf0N2Q3kYt6Ss7op3p1GW805zaZB0vBDd_HWBlTrGLy0UzJbAl600RUl9prvsmeLsiV32lrexKPeHeuDwrKF4D_a/s400/star_trek_2009_movie_poster_spock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227619903255794" /></a></div><div><br />And this guy! Where'd he come from?? I thought this was an excellent suggestion as to how Captain Kirk started out. He gets beat up by darn near everybody but he's still cocky and mouthy, and nothing stops him from flirting with the girls! I mean, you can see it, right?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6zt9x0pvQVc0kG5Px1kmBPycwisf8K9zUaF6mPkRbIVp4AQin-ZELsUb-9pAzGVyg1adpnzvOh9yRxCdN6IVVfcPkCyhjI7J3I1itH5MhbbwkwZ9S75hDGUrqbf40JcTc2kg/s1600-h/star_trek_2009_movie_poster_kirk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6zt9x0pvQVc0kG5Px1kmBPycwisf8K9zUaF6mPkRbIVp4AQin-ZELsUb-9pAzGVyg1adpnzvOh9yRxCdN6IVVfcPkCyhjI7J3I1itH5MhbbwkwZ9S75hDGUrqbf40JcTc2kg/s400/star_trek_2009_movie_poster_kirk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227615697421058" /></a>Tribble's in love with him too, now. Jethro thought it was hilarious that in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">every shot</span> of Kirk, he's got a scrape or a bruise or a cut on his face. Scrapper!</div><div><br /></div><div>Jethro loved the way the movie lovingly references the original series, but never once lets it get as far as parody. That must be an incredibly fine line to walk. Never once did we hear "She's breakin' up captain!" or "Beam me up, Scotty." Close, but not quite. If those lines had been there, it would wreck it. It would have gone too far. Instead it was handled perfectly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course there's a little time-twisting stuff to keep your brain busy. It's a prequel, but it also goes way back, to young James Tiberius, and cute little Spock. Awww! So cute!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncNOZsva5QaRdJTcvzRKLW02NYtUamMS2olbldtZkoZ_toKdpnYL470-0spZwXac_M_iu0XFAM7fyNRa9R67L3jWg8bei1coJXyF3nwADVeEcrnA1LSlDuyNNxApVmfTNNwQW/s1600-h/Scene-from-Star-Trek-2009-001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncNOZsva5QaRdJTcvzRKLW02NYtUamMS2olbldtZkoZ_toKdpnYL470-0spZwXac_M_iu0XFAM7fyNRa9R67L3jWg8bei1coJXyF3nwADVeEcrnA1LSlDuyNNxApVmfTNNwQW/s400/Scene-from-Star-Trek-2009-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227269295720498" /></a><br />Oh but wait- we also get some future Spock! I don't remember how they explained this. I didn't care; it was just cool to see NIMOY! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwj6N2BJAd__ulfd-I6Td1M0fukby1Ldx3H6cPl2oKXVwl2of3RuPvL1pKHVe0l5dFu2qpxtJSZ4QEsExI4nSRHa_ok3FFV64HMH8FuPbB8EhqIx10xwlKZGuPLz8uoaya3BsF/s1600-h/leonard-nimoy-spock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwj6N2BJAd__ulfd-I6Td1M0fukby1Ldx3H6cPl2oKXVwl2of3RuPvL1pKHVe0l5dFu2qpxtJSZ4QEsExI4nSRHa_ok3FFV64HMH8FuPbB8EhqIx10xwlKZGuPLz8uoaya3BsF/s400/leonard-nimoy-spock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351251307378428770" /></a><br /></div><div>See what I mean about the excellent casting?!?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8-LR2xBv4Kx0473JljOgJZ528QmzjCwQt0Hsz-B41MbpsZDesPwqqNh-WBlMhOU-Kzm2zlXmorSSxfXwHiuHzhfvrrP-0Uxdvo3GRgjhy1ItG8gckOC9YTrNUVutMbh3C0Ur/s1600-h/spocks_450x324.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8-LR2xBv4Kx0473JljOgJZ528QmzjCwQt0Hsz-B41MbpsZDesPwqqNh-WBlMhOU-Kzm2zlXmorSSxfXwHiuHzhfvrrP-0Uxdvo3GRgjhy1ItG8gckOC9YTrNUVutMbh3C0Ur/s400/spocks_450x324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351251314745707954" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So the Iowa farm boy scuffles and postures his way to the Captain's chair, all cocky smirk and flirtatious bluffing... and bloodied...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JXd-j7fzM2c0aiLoePrC5Ck3yA1pMNusbspEEpShWy9JgfsKh_1RSADRMxnrPfX-kIpYifuBKBNxmAArSpRq56dBxEIatuiAztpk0S6f-SdC7MwW3jazr9QqSsKAb5gj6MAt/s1600-h/star+trek+2009+captain%27s+chair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JXd-j7fzM2c0aiLoePrC5Ck3yA1pMNusbspEEpShWy9JgfsKh_1RSADRMxnrPfX-kIpYifuBKBNxmAArSpRq56dBxEIatuiAztpk0S6f-SdC7MwW3jazr9QqSsKAb5gj6MAt/s400/star+trek+2009+captain%27s+chair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227283337141650" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And the rest is history... or yet to be imagined... <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhC8SdZkgm07a1l_1Evc6ckLujLBuBjJ4TjfNNqovSNcLCGN1xOjZWOJNsbmLqOfyYjW7dStzlkcQrFX8GwK8fY46ZeGXPactnJQUMEKSXEny7TQqOXbkxfXqxosp5d13kE_M/s1600-h/star-trek-2009-sample-003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhC8SdZkgm07a1l_1Evc6ckLujLBuBjJ4TjfNNqovSNcLCGN1xOjZWOJNsbmLqOfyYjW7dStzlkcQrFX8GwK8fY46ZeGXPactnJQUMEKSXEny7TQqOXbkxfXqxosp5d13kE_M/s400/star-trek-2009-sample-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227633908982162" /></a><br /></div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-26484086469262016782009-05-04T05:47:00.000-07:002009-05-04T08:03:20.465-07:00X MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE Heck this ain't a movie review. It's just a bunch o' pictures...<div>I took my 12 year old son to see this movie because he is a budding adrenaline junkie and loves explosions and things blowing up and mushroom clouds and chase scenes and sparks and explosions. He reeeeally wanted to see this one.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5QaSha4ErFrN50ZCRqfJhhtnOc2uVK19DGJfRWNe27GlUquxA0p2Tl5PIPBXlaWwscATwtT5CVNnhr1v_LVhWZXYj22tCHu0YWHQkh_o7gU0Fm_LxJ1DI67CMhjydiMP_Cx5/s1600-h/xmen_origins_wolverine_teaser_poster_0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5QaSha4ErFrN50ZCRqfJhhtnOc2uVK19DGJfRWNe27GlUquxA0p2Tl5PIPBXlaWwscATwtT5CVNnhr1v_LVhWZXYj22tCHu0YWHQkh_o7gU0Fm_LxJ1DI67CMhjydiMP_Cx5/s400/xmen_origins_wolverine_teaser_poster_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951597432275762" /></a><br />I do not enjoy watching violence. I get a little sick to my stomach from all the bloodless mass killing. Bloody killing is worse. We have all the pacifistic discussions afterwards, about the consequences of violence and the choices the characters made. But there's no getting around it: the boy likes action. <div> </div><div>Me? I like handsome men. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5cSGIA6rEIjt5PinG2V7KV_X5hX21AqPnFKrKHnPnUIGLPSzUgsJkyWreLJrp22v4ubJ6cWAGXRYm5bOsS8_hjodhwZMyiBJEVYG_q3b303WFSYYScYWVC8qE8g61p31JuSk/s1600-h/wolverine-x-men-origins-gambit-movie-2009-marvel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5cSGIA6rEIjt5PinG2V7KV_X5hX21AqPnFKrKHnPnUIGLPSzUgsJkyWreLJrp22v4ubJ6cWAGXRYm5bOsS8_hjodhwZMyiBJEVYG_q3b303WFSYYScYWVC8qE8g61p31JuSk/s400/wolverine-x-men-origins-gambit-movie-2009-marvel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331956108294152962" /></a></div><div><br /><br />I actually do think it's a pretty good movie; it's great looking, has a plot, and even throws in a few moments of comic relief in there to balance out all that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">rage!</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">revenge! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>Oh- and did you know that the Wolverine is Canadian??? That he's from way up north? And that... he's a LUMBERJACK?!? What? Yeah-huh!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwn2T1k8ZFVx-hbMQQDM45ywZevBZerjIidf67v-y7lljCRVVqYaYwp-PVL2Rz0KYGQFMFhyphenhyphenZ4drXHwBoNdBk1IPRhamWjoI3BElTFA2f03Y9B4CTrdAzYrSyZ7rNdiRlC19jz/s1600-h/90120p2-jackman-b-gr-03-thumb-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwn2T1k8ZFVx-hbMQQDM45ywZevBZerjIidf67v-y7lljCRVVqYaYwp-PVL2Rz0KYGQFMFhyphenhyphenZ4drXHwBoNdBk1IPRhamWjoI3BElTFA2f03Y9B4CTrdAzYrSyZ7rNdiRlC19jz/s400/90120p2-jackman-b-gr-03-thumb-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331968088183282098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">No way! WAY!</div><br /><br /></div><div>This movie contains A WHOLE LOTTA HANDSOME.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ryan Reynolds! Such a nice Canadian boy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkycohj2qGe3VhK6EztDEijv2xbcQJa_SHlIMmzuDP_gatJuE8CQDMItSxz2bxCPmY7GET0WrRWu4HSLSHpLTT8FYS9-Isw6wkel12qPvYqbSyeczANVu7s8ZtyHCRPinnb-fC/s1600-h/ryan_reynolds_deadpool_x_men_origins_wolverine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkycohj2qGe3VhK6EztDEijv2xbcQJa_SHlIMmzuDP_gatJuE8CQDMItSxz2bxCPmY7GET0WrRWu4HSLSHpLTT8FYS9-Isw6wkel12qPvYqbSyeczANVu7s8ZtyHCRPinnb-fC/s400/ryan_reynolds_deadpool_x_men_origins_wolverine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951201960552322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liev Schrieber, all bulked up and eeevil, with catlike agility! </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONxOC_uwpmiXRl6rSuSznyaq4EK6I3RSh6q5rzYFGPClL7zHQsDRLZ7WZkVF6Q6-Gp2hMyJHaIxELkMZAAk7W3UV7fxGUMEkSaOyWDyF9QfAQNF35l-lQmzS4u5V8AniW8fdh/s1600-h/wolverine17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONxOC_uwpmiXRl6rSuSznyaq4EK6I3RSh6q5rzYFGPClL7zHQsDRLZ7WZkVF6Q6-Gp2hMyJHaIxELkMZAAk7W3UV7fxGUMEkSaOyWDyF9QfAQNF35l-lQmzS4u5V8AniW8fdh/s400/wolverine17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331954178140225330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Taylor Kitsch... where've you been all m'life? (Um... in CANADA?)<br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0u8W-BWJExD2oDWOh-LMUJcg38uynqSR6DPSB0Ytmsw9xoN6rRKnMuyYptJTMCRfc3y7E7WA-zgVpEoMyZLizi80RuHajIo0K2SODhGETP3mwNrlTis4eLo2bJH83ZBj18WDm/s1600-h/xmen_wolverine_gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0u8W-BWJExD2oDWOh-LMUJcg38uynqSR6DPSB0Ytmsw9xoN6rRKnMuyYptJTMCRfc3y7E7WA-zgVpEoMyZLizi80RuHajIo0K2SODhGETP3mwNrlTis4eLo2bJH83ZBj18WDm/s400/xmen_wolverine_gambit_taylorkitsch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951602846623746" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">will.i.am (yep that's how he spells it) got to wear the BEST crazy cowboy hats and belt buckles, and pulled it off with cool swagger. Also he has lovely eyes. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6cy6QyhGpnkskWSMAEIPOPOOlIPmrUCl1yOgaGOSVTNRMRKn296DD1y0hbkoR4ve-b7kEUffp9yvUnNGGukxz3PY6atNnQpY7S-yFrTyypNKiTZCzA76WMLtcoBYLmBXEBPC/s1600-h/3330622930_c0504ab5b4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6cy6QyhGpnkskWSMAEIPOPOOlIPmrUCl1yOgaGOSVTNRMRKn296DD1y0hbkoR4ve-b7kEUffp9yvUnNGGukxz3PY6atNnQpY7S-yFrTyypNKiTZCzA76WMLtcoBYLmBXEBPC/s400/3330622930_c0504ab5b4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331950147075408290" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>See, I'm equal opportunity with the good-lookin, so I can confess that I was quite taken with Lynn Collins, who melts brains with her blue eyed stare. (It's not as unpleasant as it sounds.)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ppIoJs8hvvJO2XrBmBSRXyjsYLqgBK0yltRf4GW2EnQfu00vUphl1qFvhS1Cl-teep4DdayDVXbHXTganX4FnwzPAZqhHJvcbsWWtMNlwDTLEZZskKJNdg3aPabaDPjiUSth/s1600-h/3330139489_9886056061.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ppIoJs8hvvJO2XrBmBSRXyjsYLqgBK0yltRf4GW2EnQfu00vUphl1qFvhS1Cl-teep4DdayDVXbHXTganX4FnwzPAZqhHJvcbsWWtMNlwDTLEZZskKJNdg3aPabaDPjiUSth/s400/3330139489_9886056061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331950143596875426" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Daniel Henney as Agent Zero. Huh? Really? Zero? Hardly! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoTtBZingimM9X2ry4MgXZlrigBYZxgQ3StdfmrA5_uU8OCLIwy6Z6mGXwp13SbpVSF0AWxbyODh2YyswW07AerlcsePLMdLaM3ZRzh9KGQnhzCsflMPKDmC5H1PDGBQCfefi/s1600-h/dh2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoTtBZingimM9X2ry4MgXZlrigBYZxgQ3StdfmrA5_uU8OCLIwy6Z6mGXwp13SbpVSF0AWxbyODh2YyswW07AerlcsePLMdLaM3ZRzh9KGQnhzCsflMPKDmC5H1PDGBQCfefi/s400/dh2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965447711708818" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Yep, if you can get past the violence - it is a comic book universe story, after all - there's lots to look at. I'm just sayin'.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisr7WPFW1Wti43HE3lPLn1hiV3gx-YzVO99z9sCONQK5OcpfZ-J6Eorii7X16ip2zJYfxvdeO6E-6oN-P98CxCw-5RE1cmk2WOGtPOyunYjBXOa2luj1lZax3td8zO7CPU7tYA/s1600-h/wolverine-xmen-origins_219.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisr7WPFW1Wti43HE3lPLn1hiV3gx-YzVO99z9sCONQK5OcpfZ-J6Eorii7X16ip2zJYfxvdeO6E-6oN-P98CxCw-5RE1cmk2WOGtPOyunYjBXOa2luj1lZax3td8zO7CPU7tYA/s400/wolverine-xmen-origins_219.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331954177031416514" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKafvGP93NdzV7XliJ4LAW3A0Heq3fjRULQq6Bx8xeiAqDSHrXrFqyN5CzZAlc-Rkk7juR8i4fHJQqdj56DKDhNhtBKAVV9UJJ09_ihVLUC1J70iWuiDIk5RlLr1egun3j1R1/s1600-h/ryan-reynolds.0.0.0x0.331x545.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFKafvGP93NdzV7XliJ4LAW3A0Heq3fjRULQq6Bx8xeiAqDSHrXrFqyN5CzZAlc-Rkk7juR8i4fHJQqdj56DKDhNhtBKAVV9UJJ09_ihVLUC1J70iWuiDIk5RlLr1egun3j1R1/s400/ryan-reynolds.0.0.0x0.331x545.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331954168267608082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gSeM03vl1Ofb-IU11c4OFQna8PamJvxxfUXHlPomFFLvVs4i5Fy6WezfP1chR8pnk3IEMV2-rcJoSMFreJp19f4rf8C54jNp_S8rv4MfZG4N12Rkr89RbWfH6rq1pZo_P8z0/s1600-h/hennywolverine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6gSeM03vl1Ofb-IU11c4OFQna8PamJvxxfUXHlPomFFLvVs4i5Fy6WezfP1chR8pnk3IEMV2-rcJoSMFreJp19f4rf8C54jNp_S8rv4MfZG4N12Rkr89RbWfH6rq1pZo_P8z0/s400/hennywolverine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951192270510082" /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RDYELF2npOXn7FVcxW0sg9jDQm67fgt8R7caHU2LpvBQomhf_fYb__igi8wmNJL0ZQb3AQIG20axncZ5XmsR0uNzRgVoTouMYC7EAQk55foP35_-oyKouZqgVt5Vx8eXBX6g/s1600-h/Wolverine_jackmanSchreiber_gal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RDYELF2npOXn7FVcxW0sg9jDQm67fgt8R7caHU2LpvBQomhf_fYb__igi8wmNJL0ZQb3AQIG20axncZ5XmsR0uNzRgVoTouMYC7EAQk55foP35_-oyKouZqgVt5Vx8eXBX6g/s400/Wolverine_jackmanSchreiber_gal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951589028882530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFgQu08ThLfNCm7dIUWxq-3d5IqQwNzXP4Y7Fw1pPKsf5AwI2IfwPFC6fJwXUl6BXRBPW9CyVQJAQhqOIlo76V8RiRtzaTjeNbd38rZcTmoqWkHfdqBHlbQN3rThpaZQCBV5u8/s1600-h/wolverine+gambit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFgQu08ThLfNCm7dIUWxq-3d5IqQwNzXP4Y7Fw1pPKsf5AwI2IfwPFC6fJwXUl6BXRBPW9CyVQJAQhqOIlo76V8RiRtzaTjeNbd38rZcTmoqWkHfdqBHlbQN3rThpaZQCBV5u8/s400/wolverine+gambit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951587955822658" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Doesn't he look awesome in that ripped up white Hick Hugger? </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicqL-e0KDoTx3tQSqVz-5LCj5ezv8c7IN4Yi4J8SnT1025Zc4Y3ZUixTrfO53UPvXLCe3wSvdEg2iJYBza0ulQ_GUTe3HmJD_hT4pRBqZHztS7bNr-ZfyZwTu_tV8xTpKTnK7/s1600-h/insidepix1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicqL-e0KDoTx3tQSqVz-5LCj5ezv8c7IN4Yi4J8SnT1025Zc4Y3ZUixTrfO53UPvXLCe3wSvdEg2iJYBza0ulQ_GUTe3HmJD_hT4pRBqZHztS7bNr-ZfyZwTu_tV8xTpKTnK7/s400/insidepix1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951204412947090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyyuGt6ho8wt5DWLfI9jYA2RcabJQe-cNwZFDyAY6DSQDNNUOVWc8t-o1GbjXZuN6la7DRSG2s8b3fcWmz2d_vVsqLw36TtcA5rr6Qj3uBneSbL10P4-CtKOXyTXxRmOB7jPC/s1600-h/HughJackman3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyyuGt6ho8wt5DWLfI9jYA2RcabJQe-cNwZFDyAY6DSQDNNUOVWc8t-o1GbjXZuN6la7DRSG2s8b3fcWmz2d_vVsqLw36TtcA5rr6Qj3uBneSbL10P4-CtKOXyTXxRmOB7jPC/s400/HughJackman3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331951196513893346" /></a>Ah yes, current Sexiest Man Alive (although I still have my preferences on that...) as well as Oscar host, Broadway star, Van Helsing (silly movie but he looked great) and family man. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6RwJFjDxs08JY9TskZcwgSmbadUujPu9rYuGU1mufClSeYAhFk9QYcq3En-vksdu0ksyGpCwXqTkJB-gjr66YaLhdK0Ag8NmAcoDpnVIrxNyAblB8gjl6QA1ZPb4Zt3O136a/s1600-h/2549955020093095924S425x425Q85.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6RwJFjDxs08JY9TskZcwgSmbadUujPu9rYuGU1mufClSeYAhFk9QYcq3En-vksdu0ksyGpCwXqTkJB-gjr66YaLhdK0Ag8NmAcoDpnVIrxNyAblB8gjl6QA1ZPb4Zt3O136a/s400/2549955020093095924S425x425Q85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331950149691872050" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, I want you to know that I love EVERYTHING about this. Love the denim jacket with the fuzzy collar. Love the belt buckle! Totally love the beat up El Camino. Love the workboots. Love the general lumberjack vibe. Even diggin' the feathery 70's Camaro chick hair. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh5qxSJtEuwqeA0AzPC5KajUuAk5ZJKIkcEVpjjjbUdrlXcLacR5ZQHIDR6pPO81X3nd9w59NFst3DpAPyFqBQwARfP8vz9jiZp1ZlsAjwoXITf3r-2hR4WIubjS62Vdx_Qww/s1600-h/90120p2-jackman-b-gr-01-thumb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQh5qxSJtEuwqeA0AzPC5KajUuAk5ZJKIkcEVpjjjbUdrlXcLacR5ZQHIDR6pPO81X3nd9w59NFst3DpAPyFqBQwARfP8vz9jiZp1ZlsAjwoXITf3r-2hR4WIubjS62Vdx_Qww/s400/90120p2-jackman-b-gr-01-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331950143141149698" /></a><br /></div><div>I just love a nice manly outdoorsy Canadian guy, don't you?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aTNM7QuOliRUvEPhdwTKRXH5yWiCKQB01T1Nq_NlCpwDXI_cOeeT673Sel4E-s0T56qyMUiUYEBz6uPPrL8_9rsjM4la4T-uHz2hgJ5dpT6dQj2dMBnX_cXU13Ryw_Ziq_7u/s1600-h/x-men_origins_wolverine_movie_image_hugh_jackman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aTNM7QuOliRUvEPhdwTKRXH5yWiCKQB01T1Nq_NlCpwDXI_cOeeT673Sel4E-s0T56qyMUiUYEBz6uPPrL8_9rsjM4la4T-uHz2hgJ5dpT6dQj2dMBnX_cXU13Ryw_Ziq_7u/s400/x-men_origins_wolverine_movie_image_hugh_jackman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331956109720121090" /></a></div><div>(Yeah I know Jackman's not Canadian, he's Australian; everybody knows that, right? But this was actually filmed partly in New Zealand. I think New Zealand is another of my favourite actors. It's played Japan, Canada, and Middle Earth. Hugh, you look really good as Wolverine, and New Zealand, you look really good as Canada!)</div></div></div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-22470183110956071772009-04-07T05:49:00.000-07:002009-04-07T06:51:34.048-07:00MONSTERS VS ALIENS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Ex6M5B-PKwHc_DLSyFvFJAyoybyAhwQxqV9bbtq9LgjINUpXzTkj9joZLCTZ42VWPX2I9z0VI-aQpbCB2WCg4jRBRSOaBAThTnJKXLu5r7yo0fkoyZamNUlCJ6mosQjGcgPl/s1600-h/Monsters+vs+Aliens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Ex6M5B-PKwHc_DLSyFvFJAyoybyAhwQxqV9bbtq9LgjINUpXzTkj9joZLCTZ42VWPX2I9z0VI-aQpbCB2WCg4jRBRSOaBAThTnJKXLu5r7yo0fkoyZamNUlCJ6mosQjGcgPl/s400/Monsters+vs+Aliens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321934153556082882" /></a>It's a real nod to the 50s monster movie flick, but all slicked up and polished for the new century. Have a seat and forget about all the modern threats of disaster. Monsters! Aliens! In the same flick! <br /><div><br /></div><div>The main reason we went to the theatre to see this movie is <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0892782/">THE CAST</a>. Some of our favourites provide voices, and I'm sure, mannerisms to these characters. Plus it's something we can all enjoy; with our kids outgrowing most of the G rated flicks, but me being quite squeamish about scary/ violent/ way too grownup movies, we're all happy with the PG rated comedies. <div><br /></div><div>This sucker is pretty darn funny.</div><div><br /></div><div>It has the required action-chase stuff that kind of zones me out every time. I tire easily of seeing buildings get destroyed and shoot-outs and crap. However, there are some laugh out loud moments here to make it all worth it.</div><div><br /></div><div>You don't need to know much going in. The basic plot starter is a young woman's journey from agreeable bride to empowered woman. Yup, that's what it is. Kid you not. Call it what you want, that's the core of it. Mind you, being a woman of rather small stature, I couldn't help but chafe that in order to gain her power she's gotta be like, 40 feet tall and super strong. Yeah yeah, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">symbolism,</span> whatevs. Seriously. It's still all about physical strength. Blah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">why</span> in 2009 do we <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">still</span> have to be going on about how a girl doesn't have to marry a doofus and do whatever he wants to do? Duh. Okay I'm over it now. </div><div><br /></div><div>On with the FUNNY!</div><div><br /></div><div>It's no secret that I adore Rainn Wilson. We all do. He's SO good in this character that I forgot it was him. As the evil alien overlord GALLAXHAR, there is no trace of his dorky Dwight Schrute. Just pure self centred, power hungry would-be dictator of the universe!</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyhH6PF_ix-6tyMr7cc9p2RcCHFAYXgLk8D2FdalY_SBdCtaJ-JyGe44G2g24-hi8dHHYNs4opi10WlDthGNGIyUk-VwzwqMmj6I1BitMWtnr5np8pY1SQEXvYEwpQptpevqWH/s1600-h/monsters_vs_aliens11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyhH6PF_ix-6tyMr7cc9p2RcCHFAYXgLk8D2FdalY_SBdCtaJ-JyGe44G2g24-hi8dHHYNs4opi10WlDthGNGIyUk-VwzwqMmj6I1BitMWtnr5np8pY1SQEXvYEwpQptpevqWH/s400/monsters_vs_aliens11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321934539711525218" /></a></div><div>This guy has one of the best voices in the biz these days. Love his voice. Watch for the part where GALLAXHAR tells his life story while taking a turn in the cloning machine. That was awesome, I mean it, I'd watch that ten times in a row if I could.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ask anybody who sees it who their favourite character is and I bet they'd say B.O.B.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZYjFb4epdTgDSyuqz0bQ8NM_sA-D9mNzxZLHLcIohfyEJd4LOnPPD6MQ8xrgXXgovzO1c5qhRinuh13sSkDs7K_irqWdg_6pu7xx1CxiG-WLjDyD-_0nRNHHj9wSi8K0bPOl/s1600-h/monsters_vs_aliens12.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZYjFb4epdTgDSyuqz0bQ8NM_sA-D9mNzxZLHLcIohfyEJd4LOnPPD6MQ8xrgXXgovzO1c5qhRinuh13sSkDs7K_irqWdg_6pu7xx1CxiG-WLjDyD-_0nRNHHj9wSi8K0bPOl/s400/monsters_vs_aliens12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321934536796716306" /></a>Seth Rogen amps up the adorable for this one. And, his timing is perfect. <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div>Reese Witherspoon is tiny and blonde. Ginormica is giant and shaped like a Barbie doll. Oddly enough it works. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3C77zZ4A90lzkLAqzyXULccVjXp1Vb9dnEP8hWJWTUbQrJeMX6vCbxb0csLAfSIO1qgYg2ukGKQTiDQHj6TrCCh50qnHxnnVzwanQ-SfWPnRFkwByFSD0v-EfDlVEvvab_ch/s1600-h/monsters_vs_aliens10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3C77zZ4A90lzkLAqzyXULccVjXp1Vb9dnEP8hWJWTUbQrJeMX6vCbxb0csLAfSIO1qgYg2ukGKQTiDQHj6TrCCh50qnHxnnVzwanQ-SfWPnRFkwByFSD0v-EfDlVEvvab_ch/s400/monsters_vs_aliens10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321934160404518834" /></a><br /></div><div>Hugh Laurie as Dr Cockroach, PhD. I really am not familiar with this guy because I've never watched his big TV show, but you know what?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YiFIlfNPTQa2olz7sWOW_EvQIniWkmugN0kP52abcFb6HOaIybml7Nt8Pu_f6Aj4zdJIbVZNfOQo_sR5B-auBcYXUyU8DKgRfDkq-Y7vTsPkYILHUHGBX-0fJsAS4sjLRbZn/s1600-h/monsters_vs_aliens09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YiFIlfNPTQa2olz7sWOW_EvQIniWkmugN0kP52abcFb6HOaIybml7Nt8Pu_f6Aj4zdJIbVZNfOQo_sR5B-auBcYXUyU8DKgRfDkq-Y7vTsPkYILHUHGBX-0fJsAS4sjLRbZn/s400/monsters_vs_aliens09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321934160336300834" /></a>This is the first Cockroach, EVER, who has not sent me into fits of shivering disgust. I actually quite liked him!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ah... Will Arnett. I love that guy. Who better than to play the Missing Link, that slimy arrogant creature? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrRH9G3tIa4xvsHPW5VKmQ0nLX4vGV2JHkQnPRBupolU7GDSNFns18vUYzxApmrj1Ecn8PRI4fXC82JYVAT17PEACjkq-5JUj_kJhH2loLjDmYXN85P9OL3QuGKFG3v7274g0/s1600-h/monsters_vs_aliens08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrRH9G3tIa4xvsHPW5VKmQ0nLX4vGV2JHkQnPRBupolU7GDSNFns18vUYzxApmrj1Ecn8PRI4fXC82JYVAT17PEACjkq-5JUj_kJhH2loLjDmYXN85P9OL3QuGKFG3v7274g0/s400/monsters_vs_aliens08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321934160238171650" /></a>On top of that, Stephen Colbert as the clueless, Reagan-haired, finger-cannon-throwing President, and Kiefer Sutherland as General W.R. Monger (geddit???). Watch the credits at the end, because there are more. Hint: keep your eye on "Katie and Cuthbert" on their date. </div><div><br /></div><div>One of the big deals about this movie is that supposedly you can see it in 3-D. I can't figure out why you'd bother. We saw it without the hassle of the funny glasses, and I thought it was 3-D enough. Maybe I'm wrong and the technology has improved even in the last couple of years, but in general I find that it makes my eyes go squirrelly and I can't keep watching. As it is, the movie looks very layered. In fact, for the first five minutes I kept thinking, "Oh, where the guy points at something... that'd be where it jumps out at us. Got it. Next." </div><div><br /></div><div>Often I was amazed at the visuals. The detail is incredible. I mean, LOOK at this. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKvXMORqIbJ9tfrloqxbnJm2yX3eKWjSwW-vyz4ElAy5bTnDdwX5tGTkd_k8Pg4EUbFBL6tq_j-JFZj8DLSVvMyVVHY4awRlz_emWX0JmpQxvmHF-rXb7hNod5lg2Dmr4B-gB/s1600-h/monsters_vs_aliens27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKvXMORqIbJ9tfrloqxbnJm2yX3eKWjSwW-vyz4ElAy5bTnDdwX5tGTkd_k8Pg4EUbFBL6tq_j-JFZj8DLSVvMyVVHY4awRlz_emWX0JmpQxvmHF-rXb7hNod5lg2Dmr4B-gB/s400/monsters_vs_aliens27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321935682186160210" /></a>Every cloud, every leaf, every blade of grass. It's hyper-real. Except for Ginormica's waist... I think they could have made that a little more real. Just sayin. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEM0mRPsErxPmKIyzWk9846Q2xHc-QE-xoZUATDcSCor19FNfkdJ0Ba49ra48yP9-WeYoVnLVFaZYMFn9SGsWyOY4gIHnCx8w9S2syGRZBHzUKXIv2iZHtGJ1pk8j-00dWP_H/s1600-h/monsters_vs_aliens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEM0mRPsErxPmKIyzWk9846Q2xHc-QE-xoZUATDcSCor19FNfkdJ0Ba49ra48yP9-WeYoVnLVFaZYMFn9SGsWyOY4gIHnCx8w9S2syGRZBHzUKXIv2iZHtGJ1pk8j-00dWP_H/s400/monsters_vs_aliens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321934156045197986" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-8311913756474160772009-02-23T06:39:00.000-08:002009-02-23T21:12:24.248-08:002009 Academy Awards!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Alright kids, I've got 2 hours and 55 minutes worth of lean mean Oscar machine to cover here, so hang on tight and let's go!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The first person I saw when I turned on my TV was Kate Winslet. And the first thing I said was, "Oh, I don't like her hair like that." I do like her dress. It's interesting and shiny, BUT may I remind us all that this is KATE WINSLET who has a stunning figure, and this dress does not do her justice! She just looks kind of severe, and I don't think of her that way. </span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_BJowUbzvxRgbeMJ4cr8C5e-h8jXjmqAS5pN24x_7WYbmYr85m4WNerGz9fmCDOKVHRsXjsUTAGgJub9D8JjwcwCFErys_AeKE6stekE6HA7MWXy0NdjpSE-csH0UZjypde6/s1600-h/81st_WinsletK_02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_BJowUbzvxRgbeMJ4cr8C5e-h8jXjmqAS5pN24x_7WYbmYr85m4WNerGz9fmCDOKVHRsXjsUTAGgJub9D8JjwcwCFErys_AeKE6stekE6HA7MWXy0NdjpSE-csH0UZjypde6/s400/81st_WinsletK_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306064964267635570" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Well anyways, she's lovely and **SPOILER ALERT** hahaha, I'm going to tell you how the show ended! She's your Best Actress. Have you seen The Reader? Neither have I. Neither has Hugh Jackman. </span><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Josh Brolin, Supporting Actor nominee, looked just right, in my opinion. Maybe it's my belief that a guy in a beard is trustworthy. Maybe it's because he's just a naturally handsome fella. Maybe it's because Diane Lane is a class act and they look so happy together. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpyC9t6uiFCPUD6BMYI7mkXrWv7bmlVvqTh4JE8d6cVbI58FPK8k46O4QUvhxXe23iZ2r1CGNE5hfvIG97rx-HRrbKDXogcspBHmHWWFVvbDXiutUJIH9GjCIEULXD_waIL3zv/s1600-h/diane_lane.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpyC9t6uiFCPUD6BMYI7mkXrWv7bmlVvqTh4JE8d6cVbI58FPK8k46O4QUvhxXe23iZ2r1CGNE5hfvIG97rx-HRrbKDXogcspBHmHWWFVvbDXiutUJIH9GjCIEULXD_waIL3zv/s400/diane_lane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003171504267138" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Then I got an eyeful of The Cyrus Kid in her horrid, ugly, crusty dress. Look, I may think she has the voice of a 40 year old rock radio DJ with a 30 year pack a day habit, but The Cyrus Kid is cute, and why, WHY would anybody wrap up 16 years worth of cute in 70 lbs of UGLY? </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhe-cFM4BX8QM7oo-SHKEHDVTbN-Zpp5tJ1mUYM7Ynh7x7fWI_hB_NmX2VxkIgso4vBePOv0JSD_my3sLIFvZ7kehx1awCj5fI08rCrXvT44Kmb8bpdoGP5hSseU2loV0jfLUP/s1600-h/miley_cyrus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhe-cFM4BX8QM7oo-SHKEHDVTbN-Zpp5tJ1mUYM7Ynh7x7fWI_hB_NmX2VxkIgso4vBePOv0JSD_my3sLIFvZ7kehx1awCj5fI08rCrXvT44Kmb8bpdoGP5hSseU2loV0jfLUP/s400/miley_cyrus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003497135076178" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I got a good laugh out of her though. She said, in her charming accent, "Ayngelina is, lahk, mah favret person of ahl tahm" which made me think she hasn't done enough reading yet in her life. Nothing against Angelina. I like her too. But</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> of all time</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> Miley. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Of all time</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">. That's like, a long time ago and stuff. I wondered aloud why the heck The Cyrus Kid was even there. My Hick Kid reminded me that she provided the voice for an animated movie that I disregarded cuz I thought it looked kinda lame. Later I read that Miley wishes Angelina would adopt her. Careful what you wish for: there are a lot of diapers and baby puke in Angelina's house!<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Speaking of Angelina...<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She looks like she might have gained 2 lbs, so that's good. It means Brad is feeding her well. Good for you, Brad. You better be letting her take naps too. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqLT6SamOx-TGBMrjBggiZ6EgXUEudI3pen-_WMU5UQ2mE9iZuTyVAF1bWls-TJlW87R_qeHZ-pJoxKMgemyVfqdFbqWTAKHT5hCF-bWY4vEpoxjIuItbhfuv9rgXbP9fs9gM/s1600-h/angelina_jolie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqLT6SamOx-TGBMrjBggiZ6EgXUEudI3pen-_WMU5UQ2mE9iZuTyVAF1bWls-TJlW87R_qeHZ-pJoxKMgemyVfqdFbqWTAKHT5hCF-bWY4vEpoxjIuItbhfuv9rgXbP9fs9gM/s400/angelina_jolie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002803962232930" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm going to say it: she is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">stunning. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was kinda disappointed that she wore a severe black dress (even though she's awesome in black... it's been nice to see her in colours lately!) but I really like the unexpected emerald earrings and ring. She was the flash of bright green among all the diamonds; she is different, which is why I like her. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDWJpJUeSgVTA2xGsl2qhZ_AjP8MAULf8wLEq4TM5Xy0lTMl9KRQ_7iAjWRRDYUx0n0sKDUs3X52kl1Cdo6-WGyY4VMfGJFV1t2B9QybIrY3rnZfXVzszsL-2iINQpGRpgDeG5/s1600-h/81st_JolieA_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDWJpJUeSgVTA2xGsl2qhZ_AjP8MAULf8wLEq4TM5Xy0lTMl9KRQ_7iAjWRRDYUx0n0sKDUs3X52kl1Cdo6-WGyY4VMfGJFV1t2B9QybIrY3rnZfXVzszsL-2iINQpGRpgDeG5/s400/81st_JolieA_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306059161011114210" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And Brad. Darnit Bad Brad, you make it very hard for me to stay mad at you. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHR1r0rirWL1PiQFmjzWugWJN1fDNHL7rU0-dgBEfQYaxB89P8SqZUj0rVKe0c6JkLG9Av_WdO_BFiOT7o4gec0kWqitk7jOZ05TDxaMUeVNUfif5K8qq3qNd2zNgDbJmwMBK/s1600-h/brad_pitt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHR1r0rirWL1PiQFmjzWugWJN1fDNHL7rU0-dgBEfQYaxB89P8SqZUj0rVKe0c6JkLG9Av_WdO_BFiOT7o4gec0kWqitk7jOZ05TDxaMUeVNUfif5K8qq3qNd2zNgDbJmwMBK/s400/brad_pitt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003172490538050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I know he's been cultivating that very strange eyebrows-up-skeevy-character-with-a-mustache look, but... come on. He has that lovely little goatee with a bit of silver in it. And those dimples. Sigh.<br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I swooned audibly when Robert Downey Jr showed up. RDJ! He looks like a million bucks!</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCMA6krWDCfcJsms64MbBvOz81qss_UQmujEielz4uLqJe9W3T6p2X6vRyFcpcKwyOvipUSc08hLARJe55DQgpdhvNFKtMKEiL1rSqy4KzvC0axv2HnHHWufz60c9zgSfAG7_/s1600-h/robert_downey_jr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCMA6krWDCfcJsms64MbBvOz81qss_UQmujEielz4uLqJe9W3T6p2X6vRyFcpcKwyOvipUSc08hLARJe55DQgpdhvNFKtMKEiL1rSqy4KzvC0axv2HnHHWufz60c9zgSfAG7_/s400/robert_downey_jr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003863459888306" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He referred to his wife, producer Susan Levin, as "my date for the rest of this incarnation." Only he said it in his usual halting, slightly distracted yet deeply intense kind of way.</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKvgVv7nZ5hG9u04dsK-QeiojsbyvpuArVx0qWkOORMkRe_t4FCNBRmU1sk1futHa4Ktm9mMNqqOYtNSgDo3qynbsP8vUT6Z14Y9w5hwSxw8weviI909qlqi-LzKMB-evKpAN/s1600-h/81st_DowneyR_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKvgVv7nZ5hG9u04dsK-QeiojsbyvpuArVx0qWkOORMkRe_t4FCNBRmU1sk1futHa4Ktm9mMNqqOYtNSgDo3qynbsP8vUT6Z14Y9w5hwSxw8weviI909qlqi-LzKMB-evKpAN/s400/81st_DowneyR_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002585540761666" /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mickey Rourke showed up lookin' all Mickey Rourke about things. I'm really getting an affection for this guy. He's got that Johnny Depp-like way of dressing how he likes and not caring how everybody else looks. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcxCAR7f-rm3h4H5Tqq9p4Pmu3SP_3hDW5IQdpD5ARW6NswEbHXy4b3ozTrbmNVDUKF7ZK2KC-XdIWZECfAF_aKaJtBN0facbw9vui8JviEzQSn_L23okrUB7g3SUkLETrFfS/s1600-h/81st_RourkeM_04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcxCAR7f-rm3h4H5Tqq9p4Pmu3SP_3hDW5IQdpD5ARW6NswEbHXy4b3ozTrbmNVDUKF7ZK2KC-XdIWZECfAF_aKaJtBN0facbw9vui8JviEzQSn_L23okrUB7g3SUkLETrFfS/s400/81st_RourkeM_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002799705466978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IcC_c4LfcOTnHVi1_SIV27wFSkXWrVbcTgLCs_BzeX515SrI4YtA3lCdnHXuZqcGzQ_jiDyXwtFLTZPRSapu5HuxopsQ9lBXRZycjKrNOUfOS_8XDgfcoafbscNpowog0Fga/s1600-h/81st_RourkeM_02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IcC_c4LfcOTnHVi1_SIV27wFSkXWrVbcTgLCs_BzeX515SrI4YtA3lCdnHXuZqcGzQ_jiDyXwtFLTZPRSapu5HuxopsQ9lBXRZycjKrNOUfOS_8XDgfcoafbscNpowog0Fga/s400/81st_RourkeM_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002797697259106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflSzqDDOnZLupHTIxB7DI2TlJj0e7tOnjzDIF8JKpfhObRhucIrlKCYb7sBQA7QOj8c1dvY247wKqyX5PS0-HgWGUcapvjd8VTtQVzjLk7KyfDszVCvl5ZeEYnWfmk27wRRdM/s1600-h/mickey-rourke_1342380i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflSzqDDOnZLupHTIxB7DI2TlJj0e7tOnjzDIF8JKpfhObRhucIrlKCYb7sBQA7QOj8c1dvY247wKqyX5PS0-HgWGUcapvjd8VTtQVzjLk7KyfDszVCvl5ZeEYnWfmk27wRRdM/s400/mickey-rourke_1342380i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003491839217042" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">His ancient little dog died six days ago. Oh, Loki. He'd been carrying her around everywhere he went for the last couple of months. He wore her picture around his neck. If you don't love him for that, you have no heart.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But then. Zac Efron actually had me in fits of anger. Yes, anger. That, on his head, is a GREASY COMB-OVER!! <br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwDkU3fiSmHAxBw2xXXz_9iUjXHH9DSRaMYqWtpM2ukNzJ7F2NHC27HiUEh0vVoL6nx6CwQGJNvUaU3LrpxSyy0pJQ4Y0DYhW5EKmTHjagtt6UiS7Nr2V3S_AwuGWmPKp0BPw/s1600-h/zac_efron-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwDkU3fiSmHAxBw2xXXz_9iUjXHH9DSRaMYqWtpM2ukNzJ7F2NHC27HiUEh0vVoL6nx6CwQGJNvUaU3LrpxSyy0pJQ4Y0DYhW5EKmTHjagtt6UiS7Nr2V3S_AwuGWmPKp0BPw/s400/zac_efron-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004168181956866" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Kid, don't you know that NOBODY can get away with this? I just - I mean, you can't -- like this is just- aaarrggghhhh. These frickin kids today! Grr. <br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here, have some brain bleach. Replace that awful image with this:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">These two gorgeous ladies are Viola Davis and Taraji P Henson. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQQTZzCJjZHPQkMe4eZ8bhIruZN9AAng8G1KDNBhcOCGE1gugjwf_x5EAJjSYG7MFhSuHMn-3_wxH6-GEykn-xpYsB6shKQLf_pOzxoY02ZelrTc8wLksTU3BicjIYjnCuY2l/s1600-h/viola_davis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQQTZzCJjZHPQkMe4eZ8bhIruZN9AAng8G1KDNBhcOCGE1gugjwf_x5EAJjSYG7MFhSuHMn-3_wxH6-GEykn-xpYsB6shKQLf_pOzxoY02ZelrTc8wLksTU3BicjIYjnCuY2l/s400/viola_davis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004162037136194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">They were in the Best Supporting category together. Don't they look beautiful? (Although I suspect that Viola's gold dress, which is super flattering on her, might be made of some disgusting plasticky fabric.) This is such a great picture; one of the images I want to remember when I think of the 2009 Oscars.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Marisa Tomei's dress was an amazing piece of sculpture. And, it fit!</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMsFxJ2tt7HpSCReNkEKWG7dy5wAVqP0vBgu36prFrOCR_9BJUeMmQfelGDn4zKV7ES3Tf9WEwCje-8cbf0LLmtpRkpTqAqxcf3V0ffpnqOrNJqFqnsQMAFb88Ty-kZ_gqGWK/s1600-h/marisa-tomei_1342364i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMsFxJ2tt7HpSCReNkEKWG7dy5wAVqP0vBgu36prFrOCR_9BJUeMmQfelGDn4zKV7ES3Tf9WEwCje-8cbf0LLmtpRkpTqAqxcf3V0ffpnqOrNJqFqnsQMAFb88Ty-kZ_gqGWK/s400/marisa-tomei_1342364i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003492662628530" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm not usually a fan of muted neutrals but I thought she looked very elegant.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Before the actual show got started, we heard the production designers discuss what they were going for. I believe the phrase "Magical Sense of Occasion" got thrown out there. Well. As it turns out, we couldn't get the sound to go through all these speakers that Jethro wired up... something about HD broadcast and needing to have a working tuner in the stereo VCR-TV-DVD-XYJK mess, while all I know is that if you turn the bug antennas the right way the screen is clear. This is the price I pay for being cheap. What? Cable is a waste of money... I only watch one channel at a time. Geez.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Finally the crystal curtains parted- yes, curtains made of Swarovski crystals, imported from Swarovskovia, haha- and there he was- HUGH JACKMAN!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTu2avvJHKpfGXSiSUMtHPEav2CQBmwV1X97-HWWwP8E0LhvuTbqheU-nTT7GYsND964iP0lDlrWjjIDGhnw-O6ONQSDwCwRHeVoO_XJm2OGJl8CifMxwfAgzRXfs2N8aoXlN/s1600-h/hugh_jackman-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTu2avvJHKpfGXSiSUMtHPEav2CQBmwV1X97-HWWwP8E0LhvuTbqheU-nTT7GYsND964iP0lDlrWjjIDGhnw-O6ONQSDwCwRHeVoO_XJm2OGJl8CifMxwfAgzRXfs2N8aoXlN/s400/hugh_jackman-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003180067806306" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Wolverine! The Sexiest Man Alive! He acts! He sings! He dances! He hosts! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I thought his opening act was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">genius</span>. His whole thing was about the old economic downturn, the recession, the hitting of the skids. He claimed that the budget really got cut, so he spent the weekend in his garage making props for his song and dance. He acted out all the best Picture nominees. My favourite was his impression of the Reader. It was a confusing interpretive dance explaining that he...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> didn't see The Reader, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">he went to the theatre, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but it was a very long line, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">people seeing Iron Man a second time...<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KiqCd3I25iJYjfa6SL5Ayht5iC8O-MHU-agmsrsMhczNP6Og-I0BXkaNS7FHCq6MR5M0TpgdZu1KkPUUu_WIgcRe_xBs-f4ANi-vOO5fUa_1FvsDTIQ0s-pM4tLmyNrLHuvN/s1600-h/hugh_jackman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-KiqCd3I25iJYjfa6SL5Ayht5iC8O-MHU-agmsrsMhczNP6Og-I0BXkaNS7FHCq6MR5M0TpgdZu1KkPUUu_WIgcRe_xBs-f4ANi-vOO5fUa_1FvsDTIQ0s-pM4tLmyNrLHuvN/s400/hugh_jackman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003178558934978" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">You could tell he actually SANG because he was a little breathy. Yay! Let's hear if for imperfection! Let's hear it for real life performances!<br /><br />I can't remember why, now, but Anne Hathaway was up on stage with him as part of the number. I just remember thinking, "she's a good sport."</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1_gaXvyKYdj3yXAsNMdGkAem5VetcZI7ti8zP5tyc14jbNpS7Qn_HFZzPaGA81sr0-lBKd7KfDRz8b6aMqs556QH62aTQJUCl5WdVeBtKx3UhG-WWVQ3kt64W6-PvwPNP7rg/s1600-h/anne-hathaway_1342381i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1_gaXvyKYdj3yXAsNMdGkAem5VetcZI7ti8zP5tyc14jbNpS7Qn_HFZzPaGA81sr0-lBKd7KfDRz8b6aMqs556QH62aTQJUCl5WdVeBtKx3UhG-WWVQ3kt64W6-PvwPNP7rg/s400/anne-hathaway_1342381i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002804487266194" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I thought she looked great. She has finally grown into her big eyes. Lovely.<br /><br />This year, for the Actor presentations, five former winners came out and spoke briefly about each nominee. It was cool. And probably really embarrassing for the nominees!<br /><br />Penelope Cruz held her little gold man and said something I scribbled on paper, as best as I could remember it:<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Art in all its forms is our universal language, and must be protected.<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnjdLMCtHfa5KxwoTC3lsYWVXIxvfH058bniMp9ySjSJJ9uULPaxTlLV-sNM3LOKWNBF-O-xTIJZAPcmZdih55cItg3hZ3tpCiVaKRsAAXSlbgXay0HvCvYWkdgY3YsYps1JN/s1600-h/81st_CruzP_02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnjdLMCtHfa5KxwoTC3lsYWVXIxvfH058bniMp9ySjSJJ9uULPaxTlLV-sNM3LOKWNBF-O-xTIJZAPcmZdih55cItg3hZ3tpCiVaKRsAAXSlbgXay0HvCvYWkdgY3YsYps1JN/s400/81st_CruzP_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002586019000658" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">That is so perfect. Please remember that. Thank you, Penelope. (I read somewhere that she's wearing a 60 year old dress. I think that is so cool!)<br /><br />Tina Fey and Steve Martin presented the Screenplay Oscars. They are funny on their own, but together they're killer. They went on a one-upping contest that ended with:</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVX1yv4UuEUJKPFf7UrMRa_aput_6NAiDRHNiXBt8o47_xb-BmamdN0vV7ZtnmXtr-SICwYgmQrJdwFx6MFUNV8_t8A2H_cG3p-A2XUxK_9xg2W8y7prRRMDKD25B7pFEbnEC/s1600-h/tina_fey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVX1yv4UuEUJKPFf7UrMRa_aput_6NAiDRHNiXBt8o47_xb-BmamdN0vV7ZtnmXtr-SICwYgmQrJdwFx6MFUNV8_t8A2H_cG3p-A2XUxK_9xg2W8y7prRRMDKD25B7pFEbnEC/s400/tina_fey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004159710674706" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don't...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> fall in love with me!" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Ha! Too late!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Suddenly I want to write a movie. Winner Dustin Lance Black, for the Original Screenplay "Milk" gave a very moving and personal acceptance speech. I cheered.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Simon Beaufoy, winner of Adapted Screenplay for "Slumdog Millionaire" thanked the author of the novel "Q&A" which the movie was based on. I cheered again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Jennifer Aniston and Jack Black presented the Animation Awards. I didn't get that pair-up. And you know I love Jack Black. He ROCKS. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">AWKWARDLY. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Now here's the thing. I didn't like Jennifer's dress. There's nothing awfully offensive about it, but it makes her look sort of... average. That's just wrong. She has one of the best bodies in this business. She is physically perfect. This boring dress does not do her justice at all.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApP6XBLDofWJz8YQJM8510VkFNs-RQZ4tpnV9P4AVVOAmeGg_5Fr6c5ifKeix0BUPFPvLFJK-p-lZMtaEc5C6a0jxnelq5wfs25gM-TjST2L96EoAgz4y3uUB27lu6Mi4te1g/s1600-h/aniston_mayer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApP6XBLDofWJz8YQJM8510VkFNs-RQZ4tpnV9P4AVVOAmeGg_5Fr6c5ifKeix0BUPFPvLFJK-p-lZMtaEc5C6a0jxnelq5wfs25gM-TjST2L96EoAgz4y3uUB27lu6Mi4te1g/s400/aniston_mayer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002807728452098" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But her boyfriend is cute. Does anybody else thinks it's stupidly hot that he's almost a decade younger that she is? And he looks so grown up even. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This picture on the right is now officially my favourite Jennifer Aniston picture. THAT is cute!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmRhfiq9yRTS_paFwQU_V1-3WW4Z3Z1-UzafZ2whG1ZDSZqmNtn_iR7SxhebdV0Sx4GyQ6SPpMZPqb2vhQ44ejDVSAWsn2hp_IU6WJ8IKpOnAkQMT5XZPIFYebGCDd38h5g7P/s1600-h/jennifer-aniston_1342356i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmRhfiq9yRTS_paFwQU_V1-3WW4Z3Z1-UzafZ2whG1ZDSZqmNtn_iR7SxhebdV0Sx4GyQ6SPpMZPqb2vhQ44ejDVSAWsn2hp_IU6WJ8IKpOnAkQMT5XZPIFYebGCDd38h5g7P/s400/jennifer-aniston_1342356i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003490050715666" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I can't get over how... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">lucid</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> John Mayer looks! He doesn't look stoned at all!<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Speaking of which...My daughter had a little giggly moment when Robert Pattinson showed up to introduce a little Romance 2008 montage - gotta have a montage - which featured lots of good looking people, some man-kiss, and finally two adorable robots that made us all go, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">awwww</span>!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAidYV4s3fg5hUj3J8Rk5_4TeeKitBauhc3GRbPF3B7JcT2NAGVA8CqRPd5GlS0n2PRBYvhwGFw_kENACzqhOjK7Duxw3ir5d95R2y2ruJoiIwMyOaEXpSVXlO6eL6fw2PqIU/s1600-h/robert_pattinson300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAidYV4s3fg5hUj3J8Rk5_4TeeKitBauhc3GRbPF3B7JcT2NAGVA8CqRPd5GlS0n2PRBYvhwGFw_kENACzqhOjK7Duxw3ir5d95R2y2ruJoiIwMyOaEXpSVXlO6eL6fw2PqIU/s400/robert_pattinson300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003863384186690" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Pattinson made me giggle too! Not just because he's a handsome little devil with those cat eyes of his... but because he always looks at least halfway hammered! I don't know what it is about him and cameras, but his eyes look slightly crossed and somehow he's always got his mouth going sideways. I have the same problem. <br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The next moment of awesome-funny came from Ben Stiller playing Joachin Phoenix, with Natalie Portman in the role of Straight-man. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxC1H1J8bqzoa9T7zs4ANpEL2jVhd3shUIIkDJTndP0JW9zFDjuYQ0FjJcTNis3URywAQYo1Fg8PLhvB68WzRuLLpaLUlddw3RXhZjZQFHGcfOoMJtOoYZEaNUpq-OZpxCgke/s1600-h/natalie_portman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxC1H1J8bqzoa9T7zs4ANpEL2jVhd3shUIIkDJTndP0JW9zFDjuYQ0FjJcTNis3URywAQYo1Fg8PLhvB68WzRuLLpaLUlddw3RXhZjZQFHGcfOoMJtOoYZEaNUpq-OZpxCgke/s400/natalie_portman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003498480317778" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It was... perfect. And that pink dress is lovely. Too bad you can't see the wad of rejected chewing gum on the podium. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">As if that wasn't enough, we got treated to a "Pineapple Express" thing that had us all laughing -yes, laughing at the Oscars! <br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHpp1paUuoaSdxsrRl6071mEFbaDf296vCx1SSL4-JJa_irIz0ECq4atnkxZUbtHE_gzTSkujDYEUSulkZWlbtM3HrEjakCMfJzIZoM90jwg8kSM6Ca72UJYNtjxj44vKFql0/s1600-h/Sethj-Rogen-James-Franco_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHpp1paUuoaSdxsrRl6071mEFbaDf296vCx1SSL4-JJa_irIz0ECq4atnkxZUbtHE_gzTSkujDYEUSulkZWlbtM3HrEjakCMfJzIZoM90jwg8kSM6Ca72UJYNtjxj44vKFql0/s400/Sethj-Rogen-James-Franco_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306059163231714962" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Seth Rogen and James Franco filmed a sketch where they flop out on the couch to watch some movies. They think "The Love Guru" is "Slumdog Millionaire." They want to turn an Oscar into a bong. They laugh at all the serious Academy favourites. Best? James Franco plays a stoner watching James Franco play a gay guy kissing another guy. Did your head just explode? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sadly, things took a downturn with the big song and dance number, featuring broadway darling/ Oscar host Jackman, and Beyonce, who must be on some kind of contract to show up at every awards show, ever. Don't get me wrong, she's amazing, but I burned out here. The musical is back, apparently, but I didn't know it ever went away. Maybe I just watch too many awards shows. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The Best Supporting Actor award was presented by five previous winners again. Nominee Philip Seymour Hoffman sat there in the audience wearing a toque.</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kQbfltcaHr5sCmznSeh5l6_jR7ZlQHg2708-G3zJkrhZnEDUz-7P9hmQfSYN-mdlvdXZkb4duFC7CUvK06GYZCP93oxS7s8PmLBFP-D9gZwS-414hM9QljTPogEJAohJrCdp/s1600-h/81st_HoffmanP_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kQbfltcaHr5sCmznSeh5l6_jR7ZlQHg2708-G3zJkrhZnEDUz-7P9hmQfSYN-mdlvdXZkb4duFC7CUvK06GYZCP93oxS7s8PmLBFP-D9gZwS-414hM9QljTPogEJAohJrCdp/s400/81st_HoffmanP_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002590586501074" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ya hoser! Yer wearin a toque with yer tux, eh? Take off! Wait, he's not Canadian, is he? Oh, is he a skateboard kid? No? Member of a NuMetal band? No? Geez man, a toque? For real? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">You know who was in this category. Heath Ledger won for his Joker. I felt it was well deserved, and I also need to say that his father, mother and sister are a classy bunch of people. Their acceptance speech was honest and appreciative. I can't imagine how painful it had to be for them to accept that award for him. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I actually shed a medicated tear. I was amazed when I realized that my eyes were wet. The camera showing all those actors sitting in the audience choking down their own tears was enough to trigger it. That's an intensely emotional moment. Anybody who got through that without tears was either asleep or stone hearted. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The documentary category was interesting. The winner for Short Documentary, Megan Mylan, announced that she feels lucky to be able to tell these stories. Wonderful. The feature Doc award went to "Man On Wire". The tightrope man himself, Phillippe Petit, did a few little magic tricks to liven things up. Yeah, sometimes you need a little crazy Frenshman.</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-j9m8RzoUxbE5NEuQArlB3qxaJO5HjvWl3cRnlJRgWla83a537Mb4_Q8zgmiRAjPGIrzDE-NsD21UDwZCUO-H8ZLRRnnzAxCwga4CDJH1u3w82dTNabe8PhBUroe0BValHuaU/s1600-h/Philippe-Petit_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-j9m8RzoUxbE5NEuQArlB3qxaJO5HjvWl3cRnlJRgWla83a537Mb4_Q8zgmiRAjPGIrzDE-NsD21UDwZCUO-H8ZLRRnnzAxCwga4CDJH1u3w82dTNabe8PhBUroe0BValHuaU/s400/Philippe-Petit_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306061958874172322" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Before the Sounding Editing and Mixing awards, we were treated to a rockin' action movie montage. You know, to keep the young folks interested and all. I am so pleased that the editors and mixers and cinematographers get televised awards. Jethro, a guy who will likely never be handed an award on TV, disagreed. He says the show's too long. Man, I would have been in ecstatic hysterics if he'd gotten his Juno on TV. He of course would have been paralyzed by embarrassment. Oh well.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I didn't like the Memorial part this year. They had Queen Latifah singing on the stage while the pictures and dates flashed on the screen. It was distracting, hard to see, and unfair to her and the dearly departed. I dont' think the audience should be allowed to clap either. It should be respectful. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So Jerry Lewis was given a Humanitarian Award, and bless him, he came out, did a short and sweet speech, and was a perfect gentleman. Good to see him!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">By this time, it was clear that "Slumdog Millionaire" is the little movie that rocks the world. I haven't seen it but have heard that it's an excellent movie, gritty but ultimately hopeful - my favourite combination! - and ends with a big splashy Bollywood dance number. Director Danny Boyle's grin got bigger and bigger as the evening went on. When he got his Best Director Oscar I thought he was gonna explode. He just jumped up and down and talked to his kids. It was awesome.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXSdtJKhcDPKvnvgKYj_LQuDkxwkl54YY5fQEAjr97M8615yB1vuoAN7xam4cv4PBQKmtV0J-hcg-A9j4tYCJHSp5iSoD0Gvp20qNPpte7DraH7_4FRzea15n-x02pVgJ-61g/s1600-h/a4a9d0bf435c9b15fa731c8a51a0.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXSdtJKhcDPKvnvgKYj_LQuDkxwkl54YY5fQEAjr97M8615yB1vuoAN7xam4cv4PBQKmtV0J-hcg-A9j4tYCJHSp5iSoD0Gvp20qNPpte7DraH7_4FRzea15n-x02pVgJ-61g/s400/a4a9d0bf435c9b15fa731c8a51a0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306059161511423826" /></a><br /> </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">To top it off, euphoric Kate Winslet, Oscar in hand, thanked her parents who were somewhere in the audience. "Dad, whistle or something so I know where you are!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And he did, sharply!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Sean Penn is your Best Actor. You know, I think he's mellowed.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLAnA153M-YPms4naIMcclv-UAqgoA1qN93y0HhCM6hl3luFVAVrgDQHV05VC4LFzajV6qRAmYG5nOwYRVEAPp-TiRGP_Lr-Hd6qKZ0lrWSRkmS7sdeAdWDtF7h6C1r-3rVyd/s1600-h/sean_penn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLAnA153M-YPms4naIMcclv-UAqgoA1qN93y0HhCM6hl3luFVAVrgDQHV05VC4LFzajV6qRAmYG5nOwYRVEAPp-TiRGP_Lr-Hd6qKZ0lrWSRkmS7sdeAdWDtF7h6C1r-3rVyd/s400/sean_penn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003866363534130" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He's gonna be quoted for a long time, affectionately calling the Academy "commie homo-lovin sons o' guns." Then to top it off admitted, "I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me, often."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He also talked about human rights for everybody. I gotta agree with that. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So people, have you seen "Slumdog Millionaire" yet? I think we better. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">When this movie got Best Picture, the stage was </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">full, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and it was full of smiles. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Bfb3dzJN6he3Rxrg93-mAN967aQacwmER50tA1tkuxjtzfL5tLDiblvymb9ci0Jozvrr6v16nMmNL7EpK1Yo97b24X73IB7ldtnG995dpyQdJCkpJPpTE0pKIN3fB2E-kdJw/s1600-h/rubina_ali_qweshi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Bfb3dzJN6he3Rxrg93-mAN967aQacwmER50tA1tkuxjtzfL5tLDiblvymb9ci0Jozvrr6v16nMmNL7EpK1Yo97b24X73IB7ldtnG995dpyQdJCkpJPpTE0pKIN3fB2E-kdJw/s400/rubina_ali_qweshi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003863761361154" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Look at these kids! Aren't they gorgeous and wonderful? This is something they'll remember for a long time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Dev Patel and Frieda Pinto were glowing and seemed so pleased to be there. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCv6uigZkrQfzKmseoBMxciP4Ib8CM8zaVNakWpN7ms1NKDhex_c-poCbPdhKYtJcl5iaeJ1Z8e6Gi0jXstAJebFAp6zWQo4Q9O_scJeLxWS6GUE1cH8Koz3Sk1KvAQHeq94Gx/s1600-h/dev_patel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCv6uigZkrQfzKmseoBMxciP4Ib8CM8zaVNakWpN7ms1NKDhex_c-poCbPdhKYtJcl5iaeJ1Z8e6Gi0jXstAJebFAp6zWQo4Q9O_scJeLxWS6GUE1cH8Koz3Sk1KvAQHeq94Gx/s400/dev_patel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306003171765846050" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This is one of my favourite dresses of the whole show.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxi7uiATQryXNHcbEYqNAVLURC_7uIuqI4qvHI1mJSBwoLfe_-xxooJMoNEv-DDX7GkmNgbH06758edc99GC4y1pk-01JodjK-Ohu5wTnbfAWEyzx8nbomQkGabsPpQadxc5g/s1600-h/81st_PintoF_03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxi7uiATQryXNHcbEYqNAVLURC_7uIuqI4qvHI1mJSBwoLfe_-xxooJMoNEv-DDX7GkmNgbH06758edc99GC4y1pk-01JodjK-Ohu5wTnbfAWEyzx8nbomQkGabsPpQadxc5g/s400/81st_PintoF_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002591711990306" /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In contrast, I did feel let down by some of the other actresses. I hopd Meryl Streep would show up in something frothy accessorized with giant necklaces, just because she's Meryl Streep and can do pretty much anything she wants. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhsq9FT8bW-xYwPjuUUzAugNgkZG9oDaqzHys-QQBBdPn5clQ7GKpPm3OSw41rrej6CKUkyROERFvqSfvGfgnN6XnFhsetCjsmpaL6oYCbiclTJ97BTheU4ShEYUZg2wI51ZF/s1600-h/Meryl-Streep_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhsq9FT8bW-xYwPjuUUzAugNgkZG9oDaqzHys-QQBBdPn5clQ7GKpPm3OSw41rrej6CKUkyROERFvqSfvGfgnN6XnFhsetCjsmpaL6oYCbiclTJ97BTheU4ShEYUZg2wI51ZF/s400/Meryl-Streep_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306059164609603682" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She looked beautiful, so my disappointment had to settle down.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">On the other hand, Tilda Swinton was just such a let down. She was... beige. It's just wrong. She should never be bland! She looks like a freaky androgynous extra terrestrial David Bowie obsessed zen master. I want the orange hair and sparkly rubber! And is that... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">lipstick</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">? Oh no, it's just not right.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfR6YrfmYt231qikm_aA9aieEW4y_XzEwezFS2ussW-4ocT2aE0zqGtnLnZ7JvrJ5cprlebkgeqS9-382EhKhguiU2YagEcfkcmqjYzecCDekInpUYjhVl7hj-4-QNyYf9MsT/s1600-h/tilda-swinton_1342371i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfR6YrfmYt231qikm_aA9aieEW4y_XzEwezFS2ussW-4ocT2aE0zqGtnLnZ7JvrJ5cprlebkgeqS9-382EhKhguiU2YagEcfkcmqjYzecCDekInpUYjhVl7hj-4-QNyYf9MsT/s400/tilda-swinton_1342371i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004157175863234" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I hope she gets nominated next year so we get another chance at some Tilda Swinton wackiness. I mean, we can never hope for genius like The Bjork Swan Dress ever again, but we just have to have that glimmer of hope. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">That's where I'd like to leave you, because HOPE felt like a big message at this year's Oscar. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">What do we need to tell stories to masses of people? A script, a story, hard work and talent; according to "Slumdog" producer Christian Colson, passion and belief. <br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Say it, Hugh:</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuKGjZGGUUYvu-cA_5p3bnp-SA4-Le2RNn1gkpKAiIzq9sBXjNlJFvscuwk-Z9FMLx9tFpxvKroUPkI56GWZffbjfQ3bNBfimxDNdv1LQ22-841sBA3QyFP_3tLdNTrQdOg-3/s1600-h/eng_hugh_gbs_BM_Bay_759406g.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuKGjZGGUUYvu-cA_5p3bnp-SA4-Le2RNn1gkpKAiIzq9sBXjNlJFvscuwk-Z9FMLx9tFpxvKroUPkI56GWZffbjfQ3bNBfimxDNdv1LQ22-841sBA3QyFP_3tLdNTrQdOg-3/s400/eng_hugh_gbs_BM_Bay_759406g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306139854553344514" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Keep on making movies, and keep on watching them!"</span></span></div></div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-23727589465952598742009-02-09T06:54:00.001-08:002009-02-09T11:32:36.982-08:002009 Grammy report, brought to you by Hick Chic<div>For us, a music biz family, the Grammy awards are AN EVENT. We all hunker down to watch, including the dog and the cat, although I suspect they're just in it for the stray popcorn. </div><div><br /></div><div>Short summary: With Robert Plant and Alison Krauss sweeping up the place, I feel good about music again! On the other hand, the sound on this show was inexcusably BAD. If I can tell how bad it was on my non-HD Sony 20 inch TV, without the audio run through the room speakers, then it had to be bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways. You're here for the highlights and colour commentary. Let's go!</div><div><br /></div><div>The show opened with U2. And they were U2! Wheee! The big screens helpfully flashed all the lyrics. Thanks. They played their new single, "Get On Your Boots" which I'm thinking of adding to my Theme Song List.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYO_5_VDlbgR902eGj7iCZDjRj5uPTVMYBlG5930SdSZEQ02v8U1Ib8YSUzgaPk-7Zu6aY6pN_c31carIVo431gGA5MEW5NBGAJhrPmgfB9G9K2Wr5SF5brZ8GfPFR8UOtCbC9/s1600-h/_45458177_bono_getty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYO_5_VDlbgR902eGj7iCZDjRj5uPTVMYBlG5930SdSZEQ02v8U1Ib8YSUzgaPk-7Zu6aY6pN_c31carIVo431gGA5MEW5NBGAJhrPmgfB9G9K2Wr5SF5brZ8GfPFR8UOtCbC9/s400/_45458177_bono_getty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300830655392067026" /></a><br /><div>Then Whitney Houston showed up. I have no picture, but I will say that I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">relieved.</span> She looks like WHITNEY HOUSTON rather than like a washed up, beat up, cracked up mess. Were we all worried? She's looking good. Apparently the gossip is that she was acting kinda crazy, to which I say... So? This is the music biz. What is your standard of crazy?</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Jennifer Hudson won a Grammy, looked gorgeous, thanked her family in heaven and here, and was pure class. It was a bittersweet moment, and she handled it with such beautiful dignity.</div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9d8C69JbGcPlA-JHHK92Pju6MBsynv-ZP5tf7rGjwPE4ybIlYMRYVBQBOzHK6dp-H8ItfvnW53nWWspx4CZNsBKXpfy_9lb8D2e0Jo4NvKq0CsNrXmfMAqXjqCvqMRK47iyLE/s400/jennifer-hudson_1292288i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811833173879410" />She is amazing. I might be developing a little bit of a girlcrush.</div><div><br /></div><div>Soon after that, Justin Timberlake brought out Reverend Al Green, who then proceeded to make Justin Timberlake sound like a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">little white boy.</span> Yeah, I know. He is. He's super talented, but... Al Green. Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Coldplay did a performance and I suddenly found myself wondering why I sort of don't get it. Doesn't everybody love Coldplay? I mean, they're really good right? Well their outfits were neato and the drummer appeared to be having a hell of a good time with his giant bell and tympani set-up. I think it was a tympani. Really, the bell was very cool. (We should get one.)</div><div><br /></div><div>When they won for Song of the Year, an award given to the songwriters, I was tingling with anticipation... I was waiting for guitarist <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2008/12/08/joe-satriani-says-coldplay-figured-this-little-guitar-player-guy-will-leave-them-alone/">Joe Satriani to leap up on stage and announce that they ganked the melody from one of his songs</a>, or bring his lawyer or something. But no! Not to be. Maybe I made up that whole melody-stealing thing, or I was half asleep and only dreamed that I heard about it on the radio. No Soy Bomb for you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Carrie Underwood hit the stage in what is becoming all too common for her: a weird outfit with wings. The fact that I like weird, and wings, but did not like this outfit, speaks to how bad it was. <br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Left: acceptable but suspiciously synthetic looking red carpet dress. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">On the right, I just don't know.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1lcKBq25L7kOWMzFiAovy4Zig0h968iYhS4NM9sedDlpCV4iGxIeZLceZh4h5EVHiDSIdAUHwTQNDEpeXoNE92t6EIwNBWUk1K5W85OIJx6Pn-zCycgUHr7LCnIrmyjldSXp/s1600-h/carrie_underwood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH1lcKBq25L7kOWMzFiAovy4Zig0h968iYhS4NM9sedDlpCV4iGxIeZLceZh4h5EVHiDSIdAUHwTQNDEpeXoNE92t6EIwNBWUk1K5W85OIJx6Pn-zCycgUHr7LCnIrmyjldSXp/s400/carrie_underwood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811454768544930" /></a><br />However, Carrie's lovely, has great legs, plus those shoes are killer, and she can sing the hell out of anything, so she's excused.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDIqDceTLBf-hEb3sacTon4mGC_mWPLYm3mWlaqd41XTPVr8s6P2ET6D0mOa118TgBGEg_Dz2TOtoQ8sMdIcI3taZyKoCa5kxyWxkG0zugrlNVcBbfo34D2UHFtMnQyQ_QLXZ/s1600-h/carrie-underwood_1292314i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDIqDceTLBf-hEb3sacTon4mGC_mWPLYm3mWlaqd41XTPVr8s6P2ET6D0mOa118TgBGEg_Dz2TOtoQ8sMdIcI3taZyKoCa5kxyWxkG0zugrlNVcBbfo34D2UHFtMnQyQ_QLXZ/s400/carrie-underwood_1292314i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811451299824034" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br />Kid Rock did a thing, and I went back to liking him, the scuzzy character that he is. This is likely to change without notice. I'm like that with him. Later, the camera cut to him as his name was called for a nomination. He had a drink in his hand. Oh man. Stay classy, and I mean that in the most sarcastic way!</div><div><br /></div><div>Continuing my confusion, I had to watch a little Miley Cyrus/ Taylor Swift duet. There was a whole lot of CUTE on that stage.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0iSM1fRTUFntHk26HUGFcsN7qy9I67S_oiL1oqhXp5akQAWqH29sdOOpWXPcomUvN6qyRRzSBiyGGv1xEJ2wmQDoQgL1X-FQ5CTVRnltvfVt3nls0bgCDr5FlLGJp3OVvFhg/s1600-h/miley_cyrus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu0iSM1fRTUFntHk26HUGFcsN7qy9I67S_oiL1oqhXp5akQAWqH29sdOOpWXPcomUvN6qyRRzSBiyGGv1xEJ2wmQDoQgL1X-FQ5CTVRnltvfVt3nls0bgCDr5FlLGJp3OVvFhg/s400/miley_cyrus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300837012721156482" /></a>I'll give you this: they appeared to sing live, for real. The Cyrus kid's got pipes and the Swift kid can play guitar and sing at the same time. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I don't get it. Maybe it's because I'm old, maybe it's because my kids have never been into the Disney-showbiz-kid thing, and they'd rather listen to Apocalyptica and Sepultura. Yeah, it could be that. In any case... I don't get it. Maybe it's not them, it's me.</div><div><br /></div><div>When Alison Krauss and Robert Plant got their first Grammy of the televised awards, there was a collective yip of happiness in our family room, followed by Jethro and me flinging our hands up in the air and sighing in thankful relief. MUSIC, people. This is still about MUSIC!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizclhNDlHkvGstDvLFBFcmhrZ7hxCFw3JAlscGBeZLKsQ6Xn4KKI7Wi64zkpgqNZBHWct5gxSc2OSsi2BZk3N5_8WSxKfo_CiBfWxGC4gMyOuJ_HXwwUXNGr5ZW5UflizGlUbY/s1600-h/82385f2941fe8282beb2acd2e38c.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizclhNDlHkvGstDvLFBFcmhrZ7hxCFw3JAlscGBeZLKsQ6Xn4KKI7Wi64zkpgqNZBHWct5gxSc2OSsi2BZk3N5_8WSxKfo_CiBfWxGC4gMyOuJ_HXwwUXNGr5ZW5UflizGlUbY/s400/82385f2941fe8282beb2acd2e38c.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814527586615842" /></a>Robert Plant said that in the old days, this would have been called "selling out" but if was really a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Snort, hee hee.</div><div><br />I couldn't help but wonder, though, if these two youngsters know who they just handed a little golden gramophone to. I mean, they've <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">got to</span> know, right? My kids are younger and believe me, they know who Robert Plant and Alison Krauss are.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7G3gNORmRaMgmTpg0IrNXdYqzbRPAbeY4tyEtcPiqFpbIjDbZU18AxdqK0JOADaVwky9WO1XWWc8jgusari2b0BNn5UHiPssn1ZwUgzuLu4tnOrty4LycqxOcvturOOz8_ZQ/s1600-h/_45458144_plant_cyrus_getty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7G3gNORmRaMgmTpg0IrNXdYqzbRPAbeY4tyEtcPiqFpbIjDbZU18AxdqK0JOADaVwky9WO1XWWc8jgusari2b0BNn5UHiPssn1ZwUgzuLu4tnOrty4LycqxOcvturOOz8_ZQ/s400/_45458144_plant_cyrus_getty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814529644227986" /></a>But I have this vision of the girls linking arms, heading back stage, and giggling about the wacky British dude. I wonder. These kids are supposed to be music artists; they'd have to know that the man is ROBERT PLANT I mean, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Robert freakin Plant, </span>and that the pretty woman is ALISON KRAUSS and that she is collecting up her 22nd Grammy, and that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alison_Krauss">she has more of them than any other woman </a>on the planet. The girls would have to know that they were on the same stage as Greatness, wouldn't they?<br /><br /></div><div>(Honestly the sound was terrible. Right about here I turned to Jethro and asked if the sound guy on this gig should get fired. I cannot print his reply.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Now if I didn't <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">get</span> the Cyrus/Swift thing, I really seriously did not get the Jonas thing. I might never get it. I'm still trying to figure out, the next day, what in the heck they were doing up there with Stevie Wonder. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hello?! </span>Who's idea was this? I'm pretty sure Stevie will get up there on the Grammy stage anytime, since he <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">owns it </span>and all. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCwxDUGbn2ev4s0cb8UCouI8j6DekoB82Jsv2T86JSTZLoVvOPNC2nZCZkrd4zkwpgZR_clxf9SnUSUQs4RvV23WT-GEDXVj4Kvjlw9pCjaEPS928aOpYerUcD3GJr15XjYRl/s1600-h/_45458348_jonas_stevie_getty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCwxDUGbn2ev4s0cb8UCouI8j6DekoB82Jsv2T86JSTZLoVvOPNC2nZCZkrd4zkwpgZR_clxf9SnUSUQs4RvV23WT-GEDXVj4Kvjlw9pCjaEPS928aOpYerUcD3GJr15XjYRl/s400/_45458348_jonas_stevie_getty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814527167837170" /></a>But I just did not, did not, did not understand this. If anybody can explain it, please do. </div><div><br /></div><div>When Coldplay won an award for Rock album, I giggled. I scoffed and I snickered. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbGQ_drL22hxwDFv6wjqBZiLmwyjWApUkRK-a1_MVFzG5AJ6fBjPfoVVb7zEfKfHRair4bTQqSQJdLDpuiUoyco9JcoQYP34xHff3Po5ljFhWiLX5EitL0eRB0l8remxi7q10/s1600-h/coldplay_1292294i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbGQ_drL22hxwDFv6wjqBZiLmwyjWApUkRK-a1_MVFzG5AJ6fBjPfoVVb7zEfKfHRair4bTQqSQJdLDpuiUoyco9JcoQYP34xHff3Po5ljFhWiLX5EitL0eRB0l8remxi7q10/s400/coldplay_1292294i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811451348294978" /></a>Then Chris Martin won my heart and said that they're not so much <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">rock</span> as, say, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">limestone</span>, which cracked me up. We have a big thing in our family for the oxymoron known as "soft rock" and feel that it generally should not exist, but I'll let Coldplay go because... they are good, aren't they? Right? They made a little joke at their own expense, which is always refreshing. Plus I like their Sgt. Pepper-esque suits. </div><div><br /></div><div>And still, no Satriani. I must have dreamed that. Never mind. </div><div><br /></div><div>You know, they were in the Rock category with Metallica. Let's see, when you think ROCK and are given the choice between the two...</div><div><br /></div><div>It's okay. Apparently Metallica got the Metal award. That should be obvious! Here is Robert Trujillo, bassist, loving up his little trophy. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJ1iTZQHUyzpV58ZKHAVQEp2D1gGr3qTVo0d9yPXOyhhJeAsbqkX803NzVYg9VF7CdyzjMlwgLVqR9_g-v9gWvUGDYi3INwJwsNqxSkCwzye5p6RGoahNZvciaVBLZN3jAQkg/s1600-h/metallica_1292277i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJ1iTZQHUyzpV58ZKHAVQEp2D1gGr3qTVo0d9yPXOyhhJeAsbqkX803NzVYg9VF7CdyzjMlwgLVqR9_g-v9gWvUGDYi3INwJwsNqxSkCwzye5p6RGoahNZvciaVBLZN3jAQkg/s400/metallica_1292277i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811834846226146" /></a><br />He does not look heartbroken about losing the Rock award to Coldplay. </div><div><br />Kings of Leon were also in that category. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF6F-Cn4D400x4edMydCaF-M1dzoXlYRFp82qCXtaXPfin-y4f41mkgZENdHl6R8zBMoqDf_sn6py3AdO6vLKPDDezJyx8wAiSnF-3pjaESJj8qqt3YOUoNvysmxEPmsW9e1O/s1600-h/kings-of-leon_1292281i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF6F-Cn4D400x4edMydCaF-M1dzoXlYRFp82qCXtaXPfin-y4f41mkgZENdHl6R8zBMoqDf_sn6py3AdO6vLKPDDezJyx8wAiSnF-3pjaESJj8qqt3YOUoNvysmxEPmsW9e1O/s400/kings-of-leon_1292281i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811836143102290" /></a>I'm including their picture because it's my blog and I think they're cute. Apparently they won an award off-screen for their song "Sex On Fire" which <a href="http://hickchicreviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-remember-2008-i-remember-it-like-it.html">previously won an award from me</a>: the NOT AS MUCH FUN AS IT SOUNDS AWARD.<br /><br /></div><div><br />Okay, my British friends: Who is this adorable Adele person? She is so appealing! And man, she can SING! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTm_iPKcEZIPS8YRNoJp-WkBUpR_7mJfiUOILYXp5YgmIoLExJdKRN-775DgKXaHnD2pWeby0m42VN1Y_NQFrY4uJZIHHdpevwJ-hOjXiIdGb7G9kCfq45HIbgJ5uwRXuRRmG/s1600-h/adele_1292297i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTm_iPKcEZIPS8YRNoJp-WkBUpR_7mJfiUOILYXp5YgmIoLExJdKRN-775DgKXaHnD2pWeby0m42VN1Y_NQFrY4uJZIHHdpevwJ-hOjXiIdGb7G9kCfq45HIbgJ5uwRXuRRmG/s400/adele_1292297i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811448628909234" /></a>How did she sneak under my radar? In her speech she declared that she loves Duffy. To which I say, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">who doesn't!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-nfMU6VaZWTEWdTHSvMN0wtCaInspbkOlE0icRyNxLCbb2vkXK1MDUN1cZin4W4IS9YSKVRCgPTDIewLReNEi0uFPZDsNrBx-e1XQ6hquctlQnkIitJWYkjunFUlVpns7fzF/s1600-h/duffy_1292286i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-nfMU6VaZWTEWdTHSvMN0wtCaInspbkOlE0icRyNxLCbb2vkXK1MDUN1cZin4W4IS9YSKVRCgPTDIewLReNEi0uFPZDsNrBx-e1XQ6hquctlQnkIitJWYkjunFUlVpns7fzF/s400/duffy_1292286i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811830390023058" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>I would like to report now that A) Katy Perry is wack B) I think I like her but I didn't get the stage set, because I wasn't sure if the giant fruit was supposed to be sexy, C) I also didn't like her dress because it appeared to have plastic fruit hot glued to it, D) I'll give her huge credit for singing it live, and you could tell because you could hear her breath from all the jumping around, E) singing the chorus along with the track. Yes, it was track. Duh, there was no room for actual musicians on the stage, what with all the stripping dancers. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry, no photo. NEXT!</div><div><br /></div><div>Further adding to the list of Things I Don't Get: Where does Kanye buy those awful clothes, and why must he drag Estelle there? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQlu9bvuyxFJ5snVUV3Kep3mqpHXIoosbAVBptedssD-yjFz7QBYtUMIxySiUdOmB13fr4ZlbcCzfDluB-FpmGnx5iKvBRoJwnJnxYzE7HmgF5M58f37hKA7uL56tzWIwRQcU/s1600-h/estelle_1292307i.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQlu9bvuyxFJ5snVUV3Kep3mqpHXIoosbAVBptedssD-yjFz7QBYtUMIxySiUdOmB13fr4ZlbcCzfDluB-FpmGnx5iKvBRoJwnJnxYzE7HmgF5M58f37hKA7uL56tzWIwRQcU/s400/estelle_1292307i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811836125457106" /></a>See him behind her? You can't really see it but... I think he's wearing his hair in... a mullet! A fro mullet! A FRULLET! I am officially confused at this point. Also it took seven people to write that song. Just felt like pointing that out. </div><div><br /></div><div>My confusion increased when Morgan Freeman aka GOD introduced Kenny Chesney as a good friend. I couldn't get past the annoying ground hum in the audio- like, what is this, a basement full of teenage cover bands? - and I had to go to the bathroom. </div><div><br /></div><div>Plant and Kraus scooped up anothe award YAAAAAYYYYYYYY for Record of the Year, which is for the artist. The song on the nomination was "Please Read The Letter." Natalie Cole did not read the letter, because she got the title of the song wrong. Twice. Forehead smack.<br /><br />But I see things like this...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFq5r3py5Df4T7hstWuUmWfHpsr83GPl1Uck9cuuiue9VIjTg4gliJC0h-E181BfjMAndmA1FcjmfC1PMmJvfCU5AkV9v0G601E2s_UYPTqPSUyVAxvHqY-L33JYAdk7doNS1s/s1600-h/92c2ab11-5cd4-4efc-b09c-490e9c435d0anews.ap.org_t350.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFq5r3py5Df4T7hstWuUmWfHpsr83GPl1Uck9cuuiue9VIjTg4gliJC0h-E181BfjMAndmA1FcjmfC1PMmJvfCU5AkV9v0G601E2s_UYPTqPSUyVAxvHqY-L33JYAdk7doNS1s/s400/92c2ab11-5cd4-4efc-b09c-490e9c435d0anews.ap.org_t350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300811447790437426" /></a><br />... and hear Robert Plant thanking Alison, and the producer, T Bone Burnett (that's him with them) and the engineer, and how he and Jimmy Page wrote this song years ago, and all is right in the world.<br /><br />Have I ever mentioned that I love Robert Plant?<br /><br />Have I mentioned that the sound was terrible on this show? Man, it's a MUSIC AWARDS SHOW and we couldn't hear any music as the artists walked up to the stage to get their goodies. Gah. Frustrating! Who's running this show? Did the guy who sets the brick on the button go out for a beer or what?<br /><br />M. I. A. totally cracked me up. She's about 11 months pregnant. Ha ha. She performed live on her due date. Gutsy chick! I'm slightly jealous because I never made it 9 months. And I kind of wanted to, except for the fact that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I literally could not walk.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>I can't say that I understood the performance... in fact, I thought there was something going wrong at first. It sounded like the four rappin dudes came out and cut her off. I suspect all of it was synced to track. I really don't care; I admire women who are on their feet while pregnant, whether it's running a cash register, running a farm, running after a toddler, or running around on a stage wearing a bizarre half-see-through polka dot thing!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDM5mghjE77xz3kUnoNdpok4hvc442pHV3Usw155Yh5HyEjl85YmG9dzhQmCrN4GAOYeLI4bOoM4S9Nl5H28ITsyjl4ORha4IQ62aN9oMuP_IT9Bpia97W4UFeb4ioUiGMbGQ/s1600-h/mia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDM5mghjE77xz3kUnoNdpok4hvc442pHV3Usw155Yh5HyEjl85YmG9dzhQmCrN4GAOYeLI4bOoM4S9Nl5H28ITsyjl4ORha4IQ62aN9oMuP_IT9Bpia97W4UFeb4ioUiGMbGQ/s400/mia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300812245549867682" /></a>The blue tent is fun, but the black outfit is hilarious. The baby belly is awesome!</div><div><br /></div><div>One of the most hyped performances of the night had to be that of Sir Paul McCartney and Dave Grohl. Both of these guys are singer/songwriter/ instrumentalists. Both were a part of bands that have been influential to the point of being legendary. Both went on to new and successful projects. <br /><br /><div>But what really matters is that they played "I Saw Her Standing There" while Sir Paul looked the healthiest and happiest he's been in years, and Daaaaaave Grooooohhhhhhhl....</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyXfIh_zy_UrSEtp_O4NGHFdAWxqCPyVRtntZMNtfDAQbRSYM_0cOiT9hjDAEhVynFSFUirY3B_3mUKJShJ0T_Bt85xpAMx7O15UiwZZK71COVJvOrjjQCHzPm62r_dDSIMT3/s1600-h/_45458192_paul_grohl_2_getty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyXfIh_zy_UrSEtp_O4NGHFdAWxqCPyVRtntZMNtfDAQbRSYM_0cOiT9hjDAEhVynFSFUirY3B_3mUKJShJ0T_Bt85xpAMx7O15UiwZZK71COVJvOrjjQCHzPm62r_dDSIMT3/s400/_45458192_paul_grohl_2_getty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814526942938322" /></a></div><div>...appeared to be The Happiest Drummer In The World. He kicked the hell outta that song! I love it that Grohl so clearly and obviously loves music. He grinned all the way through it. And, it was great to see McCartney's old Hofner bass again!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not totally familiar with Sugarland, but I will sum up their sweet performance in four words: That Girl Can Sing.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaN88FcF0yBKSDIMLplCkHZxgrajj6EwQ9UTjObJHBGLtXb1BUMWouY9-4j1l-qdwjRaIEBXE012iswjYeHUIDX_c-xE22z429XuGHbJfRBYNDQQ7ucSB4Fl1zQ1O5orhCq8nB/s1600-h/sugarland_1292290i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaN88FcF0yBKSDIMLplCkHZxgrajj6EwQ9UTjObJHBGLtXb1BUMWouY9-4j1l-qdwjRaIEBXE012iswjYeHUIDX_c-xE22z429XuGHbJfRBYNDQQ7ucSB4Fl1zQ1O5orhCq8nB/s400/sugarland_1292290i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300812253024161554" /></a><br /></div><div>I was eager to see Radiohead perform. I never know what to expect with those guys, but I know it'll be brilliant. </div><div><br /></div><div>They did not disappoint. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7InQCE14jFJBM4U9GaXy4EDwNjQICgsuECiVLawDWj7pNq7Rvu-oF1H__c0M1iRsupbLRs9VyA7S96uKYm2_hbUhLvx2_2GO_fdgp1uz_fhCdW0_V7ogyE_HwsYX48IMDPE0y/s1600-h/_45457709_radiohead_getty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7InQCE14jFJBM4U9GaXy4EDwNjQICgsuECiVLawDWj7pNq7Rvu-oF1H__c0M1iRsupbLRs9VyA7S96uKYm2_hbUhLvx2_2GO_fdgp1uz_fhCdW0_V7ogyE_HwsYX48IMDPE0y/s400/_45457709_radiohead_getty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814525295376162" /></a>Holy smokes, they came out backed up by this massive marching band to play "15 Steps" which, in my under-educated estimation, cannot be an easy number to play! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3DZaYv_bzOfp6OXJ8O-wlsy83eE-hUUlYmCZEkPCb7SGJ6AFL4QWvG61oUmf0t4B04HkIHQl3kXiMS_V8bDLLZV1Lub74glyCGkR7NfNjTw8pbymYz82ChfXyfpKNGOqnJoq/s1600-h/radiohead_1292284i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3DZaYv_bzOfp6OXJ8O-wlsy83eE-hUUlYmCZEkPCb7SGJ6AFL4QWvG61oUmf0t4B04HkIHQl3kXiMS_V8bDLLZV1Lub74glyCGkR7NfNjTw8pbymYz82ChfXyfpKNGOqnJoq/s400/radiohead_1292284i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300812247774297330" /></a>Here are the comments in our family room during and after:</div><div><br /></div><div>WOW!</div><div><br /></div><div>RiDICulous! </div><div><br /></div><div>HAAAVY!</div><div><br /></div><div>Amazing!</div><div><br /></div><div>That pretty much knocked me out... my brain was blown. The next few lines in my notebook (yeah, I watch the Grammys with a notebook!) are slightly mushy and don't say much. The most legible quotation would be, "What a terrible mix. Somebody needs to get fired." Sounds like something Jethro would say. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was getting tired of the ground hum. And getting tired. I don't understand why it has to be so long. The Juno awards are a tight, rocking two hours, and that's including the seven awards given out. The Grammys hand out ten awards but we have to stretch it out to more than three hours???? I would like to thank Robert Plant for his nice short concise acceptance speeches. I'd listen to him all night (I love his speaking voice) but he had the brains to keep it short and sweet. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would have enjoyed the Blues tribute (including John Mayer and BB King) but I couldn't figure out who was playing what. They'd show a guy playing a part that was not the lead that I was hearing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Neil Diamond came out to do "Sweet Caroline" and the dude is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">exactly </span>the same, except older and grayer. He looks and sounds just right, and I thought affectionately of my Mom's little sister, who was always my cool aunt, and had pretty much every Neil Diamond record <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ever.</span> </div><div><br /></div><div>There was a New Orleans tribute, in which Lil Wayne and Robin Thicke strutted around the stage in front of a montage, because you know everything's better with a montage. I think Robin's a good singer but how the heck could you tell? Was his mic even on? Geez. Clearly it was getting to be past my bedtime. </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of Lil Wayne... I know sweet F. A. about hip hop and rap. I really don't have the stomache for the bitses-n-hoes-mah-homies-mah-hoopty-rims-got-shot-nine-times thing. (I tend to gravitate towards the fast-car-sleazy-girlfriend-big-****-Whaooooyeah kind of thing, but mostly because it is delightfully, stupidly ridiculous.) Lil Wayne kind of won my heart last night. He ran up to the mic and did the coolest victory leap, jumping up and kicking his heels together. How do you do that? Then, he had what appeared to be his entire extended family come up to the stage with him. He smiled with his giant teeth and did a nice short speech which I can't totally remember, but thanked "God" and "You." Aw. He didn't cuss or talk like his mouth was full of marbles. Well done, young man. I approve.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now pull yer darn pants up.</div><div><br /></div><div>When <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Raising Sand </span>won Album of the Year, I felt like there is still hope in the world of music, and I could go to bed and sleep well.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKngBVXTkFaBkiXG8PWu6j62nbp1L7UYRAg49xN0l3gUHBWi5dwFr3Q9d09lD0hnAI8h22Pp2eOmLA8Qptkg1YY3l4P9yplwkLzSRO7ak0DVwZvNL1Z_9ZvgcX6INFCNhnpU7/s1600-h/plant-krauss_1292306i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguKngBVXTkFaBkiXG8PWu6j62nbp1L7UYRAg49xN0l3gUHBWi5dwFr3Q9d09lD0hnAI8h22Pp2eOmLA8Qptkg1YY3l4P9yplwkLzSRO7ak0DVwZvNL1Z_9ZvgcX6INFCNhnpU7/s400/plant-krauss_1292306i.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300812249281092226" /></a>I fell for Robert just a little bit more. He thanked producer T Bone Burnett, he thanked the engineers <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">by name</span>, (even though it went by so fast, I can't tell you what it means to me that he took the time to thank them) and he thanked the band. He thanked Alison for "teaching me how to sing in straight lines instead of all that twirly stuff."</div><div><br /></div><div>I wrote that down because it made me snicker, but it also made me think. Here's a guy who is known to many as a Rock God. Or rather, THE Rock God. In his late 50s, he started a project that took him in a different direction. He hadn't done harmonies with another singer. He took a chance, and he learned something new. He relied on a woman more than twenty years younger than him to guide him. I think that's beautiful. </div><div><br /></div><div>Have I mentioned that I adore him? I think I have a pretty solid girlcrush on her too. Alison Krauss is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">completely</span> amazing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Overall, the 51st Grammy awards didn't disappoint me. We got some great performances, some totally weird ones, and some bloomin' awful clothes. The sound quality was deplorable but it gave Jethro a chance to spout some creative insults at the TV, and that's always fun. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love showbiz, I love theatrics, but most of all, I love music.</div><div><br /></div><div>How about you? </div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-34183982596423991172009-01-12T06:12:00.000-08:002009-01-22T22:16:48.443-08:002008 Hick Chic What To Do For Entertainment When You're Not in the Barn Awards!Hey, remember 2008? I remember it like it was just last month. I can't really move on until I finally hand out my special awards, so get comfy- here are my picks for Entertainment Standouts in 2008!<br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST VILLAIN AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" remember="" i="" it="" like="" was="" just="" last="" and="" t="" move="" on="" until="" hand="" out="" my="" special="" year="" end="">Let's just get this out of the way right now, because there was no equal this year, and might not be for a very long time.<br /><div><br /></div></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8RbJNvnPT_jWwjvI-o1ODB01u-qIsMKVpM3LC0tJWPRZGBANfqvwHHwGicrll44pf4HR7QPZvfddYv0PKKtipGMB9sg5GrG79gZiGfLatrgnBf_B9tawgiP_EN2oTVcHE3gw/s1600-h/ledger_joker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8RbJNvnPT_jWwjvI-o1ODB01u-qIsMKVpM3LC0tJWPRZGBANfqvwHHwGicrll44pf4HR7QPZvfddYv0PKKtipGMB9sg5GrG79gZiGfLatrgnBf_B9tawgiP_EN2oTVcHE3gw/s400/ledger_joker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410944458170978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Incredible.</span> Just look at this still shot - the tension in the shoulders and neck, the hand gestures. Heath Ledger's Joker is a manically brilliant performance. And I don't know what else to say.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST HERO AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div>RDJ for IRON MAN</div><div><br /></div><div>He played his Tony Stark with swaggering attitude, determination, conscience, and the whooping glee of a very smart kid playing with some sophisticated toys. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Y4FQ5K0QMzscDWfUExdRIh_S9L078fiA8ekK_isyUdoyQ02_5b1WUL4gAzhMYFvouyABuxaXeeA3PdzCgHAyHn1G_CZAu_ZZTSaZWUvB0z1SC9T02lFzkam9LY5Pb6v8aYZg/s1600-h/iron_man_tony_stark_robert_downey_jr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Y4FQ5K0QMzscDWfUExdRIh_S9L078fiA8ekK_isyUdoyQ02_5b1WUL4gAzhMYFvouyABuxaXeeA3PdzCgHAyHn1G_CZAu_ZZTSaZWUvB0z1SC9T02lFzkam9LY5Pb6v8aYZg/s400/iron_man_tony_stark_robert_downey_jr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410505526350066" /></a>Plus lots of excuses to do some hard work with a set of seriously toned pipes, man. Oh my. Is it smokin hot in here or is it just him????<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6rNhYBR1Css2f7HTvdr6uV1tWffCT5yA0Ht5fEo7-vrxCCgGFin2QNVgBvru0RDkRRCXTCpODSQLz9oMalWUz1GTqpPwe9Fw5_uSiUzes_NrE2kAbGIqqKLWdWT1dXiw_KeN/s1600-h/iron_man.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 381px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6rNhYBR1Css2f7HTvdr6uV1tWffCT5yA0Ht5fEo7-vrxCCgGFin2QNVgBvru0RDkRRCXTCpODSQLz9oMalWUz1GTqpPwe9Fw5_uSiUzes_NrE2kAbGIqqKLWdWT1dXiw_KeN/s400/iron_man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410512357304994" /></a><br />Wait- let him get into his white hickhugger first! Light it up!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7c6sYyoCUzDYkC0aYZakG-_RM6hm8d4Fs5wa39UkCCeI_W-hoikjoM4uP1c9mEaxwV4k3k0oxLYmY9F0DCTxzELBOo1O_SdYYBEcEQ9fqyvBzJ1dWnw9AqGDZ-1RcgxQZIdA/s1600-h/ironman-downey-jr-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7c6sYyoCUzDYkC0aYZakG-_RM6hm8d4Fs5wa39UkCCeI_W-hoikjoM4uP1c9mEaxwV4k3k0oxLYmY9F0DCTxzELBOo1O_SdYYBEcEQ9fqyvBzJ1dWnw9AqGDZ-1RcgxQZIdA/s400/ironman-downey-jr-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294288890788510850" /></a>I dunno... he might be giving Johnny a little competition this year... just saying...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAwEuCi349rLv36pE-Ae22hU3Q7zes1wJ35vI-2uyKGQnfjTZHgrT9BqXWQRq3MH3YwcUlnx5K_Euk_PLxHq04QoakvPi-BfWlLJhlRmbn72px0BJ7HAUm7lZD7YiPMKIVHLY/s1600-h/iron-man-downey-jr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAwEuCi349rLv36pE-Ae22hU3Q7zes1wJ35vI-2uyKGQnfjTZHgrT9BqXWQRq3MH3YwcUlnx5K_Euk_PLxHq04QoakvPi-BfWlLJhlRmbn72px0BJ7HAUm7lZD7YiPMKIVHLY/s400/iron-man-downey-jr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294288892319356034" /></a><br /></div><div>I'm so pleased to see him back, healthy, better than ever, and making such a wide range of movies. (And I don't know what else to say.)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhOpW9ddCo57s3kLTQSAqAmr4RCMpcCS5rR5IIjYGiHUxgjCZ-UaxSVqSI7DXqtHoXojG8-7GOmQoWJ5zcjp9runGIbKNL29tvh4XqHCVUplD-3N5AxZiqcDA2zdhnY5S2CLi/s1600-h/Iron+Man+Photocall+0_RLfD2YoG7l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhOpW9ddCo57s3kLTQSAqAmr4RCMpcCS5rR5IIjYGiHUxgjCZ-UaxSVqSI7DXqtHoXojG8-7GOmQoWJ5zcjp9runGIbKNL29tvh4XqHCVUplD-3N5AxZiqcDA2zdhnY5S2CLi/s400/Iron+Man+Photocall+0_RLfD2YoG7l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294289836403891458" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">UNEXPECTED, UNNECESSARY MOVIE-WRECKING SHARP TURN AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Hancock.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeDGsTAoTS3amQlYQ_u0S_u7MZejq5YrPC0Bm2fb4IsuGkjGMKTadcYYjnpLhUDZWZqEl3ufHk4JIVMkprn1c8es_GKkxZObBe4U67XoFE5KhB6ez4noJKpPEQ9UdOaOjScj2/s1600-h/will-smith-hancock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeDGsTAoTS3amQlYQ_u0S_u7MZejq5YrPC0Bm2fb4IsuGkjGMKTadcYYjnpLhUDZWZqEl3ufHk4JIVMkprn1c8es_GKkxZObBe4U67XoFE5KhB6ez4noJKpPEQ9UdOaOjScj2/s400/will-smith-hancock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290411129847427250" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Come on, you love Will Smith. You know you do. He can do <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">anything. </span>He can be funny, or perfect, or damaged. He can sing and dance. He's gorgeous. </div><div><br /></div><div>I saw the ads for Hancock and whooped for joy. A drunken superhero with a serious public relations problem- he destroys everything in the process of "helping!" It looked brilliant and funny. Throw in Charlize Theron and that adorable Jason Bateman and you'd think it couldn't fail. I won't spoil it just in case you still want to see it, but trust me, it all goes badly sideways once the black leather boots and the black eye make up get busted out. It's like it's a different movie suddenly. Bah. Well at least the first half was funny. <br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">NOT AS MUCH FUN AS IT SOUNDS AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div>"Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJk472sdsYLXfwcftz4v6zRARr-XsbU0BoGvZ74FdPuqMrYV8WPWdQqnyoB9W1W6o8MRc0fx56LiIE_Kh51abxGlB4Uc-_MLP9iF29KL3XB0OmGjxOslE20cF0c0NbvHqecd0/s1600-h/l_984e81ea0bd8a4bdb26339990c627379.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJk472sdsYLXfwcftz4v6zRARr-XsbU0BoGvZ74FdPuqMrYV8WPWdQqnyoB9W1W6o8MRc0fx56LiIE_Kh51abxGlB4Uc-_MLP9iF29KL3XB0OmGjxOslE20cF0c0NbvHqecd0/s400/l_984e81ea0bd8a4bdb26339990c627379.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410939598406002" /></a>No really, think about it. Ow. But it doesn't matter because the song is one heck of a fun little earworm and those boys are just so, so so cute. And so hick <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">chic</span>. So, yeah, fun, but maybe not literally?<br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">HIGHEST PERCENTAGE OF FUNNY PER MOVIE AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div>GET SMART<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9unKwBOx74qvCpBOsmZgCOeyzrbuVB-ccYiDPMHRR_va6rfkC2JAPR27DJmmyCBFuStzItPCdmqHh2vd00cYTwqXgNaHG2d1CFjna-Vd0waulvkkjg7v4Hha8MbCIkAVhfTUE/s1600-h/GetSmart1-opt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9unKwBOx74qvCpBOsmZgCOeyzrbuVB-ccYiDPMHRR_va6rfkC2JAPR27DJmmyCBFuStzItPCdmqHh2vd00cYTwqXgNaHG2d1CFjna-Vd0waulvkkjg7v4Hha8MbCIkAVhfTUE/s400/GetSmart1-opt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410503677322082" /></a>Honestly I snorted, giggled and snickered all the way through this one. Being a Steve Carell fan helps, for sure, but everybody was on top of their game, and the timing was consistently tight! Great cast, slick look, sharp writing- and they even tossed in the cute little red Sunbeam Tiger convertible from the original series. And... the shoe phone! </div><div><br /></div><div>Anne Hathaway finally won me over completely. She was uptight and sharp tongued but not cold enough to be unlikable. Plus she wore those classy outfits with perfectly controlled sass. Don't dare try to tell her she's not feminine...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DbHH9MUfmLPGaj_57IqTKbp9DFTI91B_dZdgblscQtzPO8izguTsipvtGl7NylZxIlMfaZVcbzTTzV-LOxFjdjGKkCeuP1TML8wY030H-37gkHOBcXXg9w2sL7riK01StuEH/s1600-h/2008_get_smart_001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DbHH9MUfmLPGaj_57IqTKbp9DFTI91B_dZdgblscQtzPO8izguTsipvtGl7NylZxIlMfaZVcbzTTzV-LOxFjdjGKkCeuP1TML8wY030H-37gkHOBcXXg9w2sL7riK01StuEH/s400/2008_get_smart_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410164941789650" /></a></div></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST FESS UP AND ADMIT YOU COULDN'T PUT DOWN THIS BOOK AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIOZ20F1iLr3nRVb0MA_iwlg-LRoQu-QHWeWltKSKiyHxQ3fEFP3PQV6TwpvYE2RVH8C_F3x4DVIP71dvBDM-QnxBlPLSCZrHEQPz_x_-u-plrvTpy8uC2MKA4TynJ9Qy54xr/s1600-h/breaking-dawn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIOZ20F1iLr3nRVb0MA_iwlg-LRoQu-QHWeWltKSKiyHxQ3fEFP3PQV6TwpvYE2RVH8C_F3x4DVIP71dvBDM-QnxBlPLSCZrHEQPz_x_-u-plrvTpy8uC2MKA4TynJ9Qy54xr/s400/breaking-dawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294348803414774322" /></a>yeah, I confess. I could not put it down until I read the whole thing. And that's all I can say about that.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST READ OF THE YEAR, RELEASED THIS YEAR AWARD</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBJLTSI2L6gMdqoKq-xOew3mWP5EKKUWaIXR7gpEt5412KDglR-e70CrK8w87zvGQd75pLKPlWd3MUE7j3NhOYKb1Uddu4UqUS8UHsc6oqudFDBJUSalhkYgrG-EbIzqFn353/s1600-h/The+Ravine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBJLTSI2L6gMdqoKq-xOew3mWP5EKKUWaIXR7gpEt5412KDglR-e70CrK8w87zvGQd75pLKPlWd3MUE7j3NhOYKb1Uddu4UqUS8UHsc6oqudFDBJUSalhkYgrG-EbIzqFn353/s400/The+Ravine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294347763410276402" /></a><br />Paul Quarrington rocks! No really, he does - he brought his guitar to a book reading at my local library and everything. THE RAVINE has the kind of messed up combination of Beautiful and Disturbing that I just love. The voice of the main character, an arrogant TV writer who's drinking too much while trying to put his life back together, is perfect. And the ending is not what you expect- in other words, perfect. Awesome cover too.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">CUTEST ANIMATED ROBOT IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div>WALL-E<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenTRbaULwMPcDBPvk672tCnulqPLwYBYmI101NZ4gjBOQSTOPqKtxBJ_izoKJbVe8rCMbUI5ONvuQ_GGc6evGbrOnt72fNvmgAGYlZiKojwoPmhdNgX854NmiB8eg0Ls9oOJ1/s1600-h/wall-e-cooler.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenTRbaULwMPcDBPvk672tCnulqPLwYBYmI101NZ4gjBOQSTOPqKtxBJ_izoKJbVe8rCMbUI5ONvuQ_GGc6evGbrOnt72fNvmgAGYlZiKojwoPmhdNgX854NmiB8eg0Ls9oOJ1/s400/wall-e-cooler.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294352141219534882" /></a>Oh my gosh, those big sad eyes, those cute little crawler tracks, the sensitive scavenging, the work ethic! I just love this little guy. I love it that he's got such a mechanical will to survive that he collects up spare parts and fixes himself. Plus he's a romantic little dude. And also saving the planet and all that. <br /><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">NEXT TIME DON'T WAIT SO DARN LONG, SERIOUSLY WHAT WERE YOU DOING THAT WHOLE TIME AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Axl Rose</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXVAYrf3_BBhmtaBNgFHNb_h-6QuUNYIsMzfQnibaf36PoT9RuNvhYSJA9oFrG7gRV4-d1BSYCS5M0NGpvaORoplMC_RTC-Z0vWjRegL2UxD-Ejt1QScB9rjNmH5HLQrZdp7h/s1600-h/AP06063002126.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoXVAYrf3_BBhmtaBNgFHNb_h-6QuUNYIsMzfQnibaf36PoT9RuNvhYSJA9oFrG7gRV4-d1BSYCS5M0NGpvaORoplMC_RTC-Z0vWjRegL2UxD-Ejt1QScB9rjNmH5HLQrZdp7h/s400/AP06063002126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410175128823458" /></a>So it took a decade and a half; he did it. I had visions of him getting really old and still fiddling with the fabled Chinese Democracy album, having transferred it through countless ProTools upgrades and 50 musicians and 10 producers and five dogs and four houses and a hard drive full of rewrites and remixes and rants. But no. He crossed the finish line!!!<div><br /></div><div>Okay, so those numbers are only slightly exaggerated but I'll give him a break. After all he did offer to share his Dr Pepper with Buckethead. <br /><div><br /></div><div>I am still very concerned about the hair. He should take it right down to the wood. It worked for Rob Halford, metal god of all time. Just sayin.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">MOST CONFUSING ALBUM AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTvso1PtL6FKjNt90Y5DdMsGZKPovA-udTNnas5XCmiZ03JaIPwnlM9q803u19Ye1PAy9_vVpZfKObCHs070c9y6_93UrxhNMDnqZ6Wy-lsl38B3911bo06tqvvYZF5kWlIJC/s1600-h/article-1088964-02814DB6000005DC-495_468x482.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTvso1PtL6FKjNt90Y5DdMsGZKPovA-udTNnas5XCmiZ03JaIPwnlM9q803u19Ye1PAy9_vVpZfKObCHs070c9y6_93UrxhNMDnqZ6Wy-lsl38B3911bo06tqvvYZF5kWlIJC/s400/article-1088964-02814DB6000005DC-495_468x482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294327804999379570" /></a>So I broke my ol Sunday shopping rule and made a special trip to a hateful big box store just to buy this CD. Darn right I did. And I freely admit that part of it was curiosity. Part was pure metalhead loyalty. </div><div><br /></div><div>AND? </div><div><br /></div><div>I knew the first song would rip my head off in the best way possible because I heard the single on the radio. The second song was not what I expected, but it was hot. Eventually, things went sort of weird . </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know how to describe it... it's just... not what I expected... it's got almost everything in it. Spanish guitar, programmed drums, gospel choir (I'm not kidding), samples from famous speeches, and the required <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">face melting guitar solos</span>. It sounds expensive. It does sound like fifteen years' worth of music. It's just that most artists split that up into three albums, not one. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's huge. Epic. It sounds like there are about ten guitars in every song. Just think of anything you want in a rock song and Axl will give you all that plus ten times more!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Axl Rose is back and wants you to know it. He wants you to know that he's still got his vocal range and he'll use every note to prove it. Heck, he'll find you some new ones. He wants you to know that he's still mad but he's making peace with his sensitive side. He wants you to know that he still rawks but he now does so with precision, not like in those messy old days. He wants you to know that it's 2008 now and he continues to be the only Axl Rose on the planet. You will hear his voice and know it could only be him.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I don't love every song. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't even know if I can tell you if it's a great album or a dud. I just don't know. It's a heck of a listen, and if you like it loud, you'll get it. Just keep in mind that this is not the Appetite For Destruction-era Guns N Roses. This isn't Use Your Illusion either. It's not the same band. It's a guy with a head full of ideas and his own agenda. You understand that, you'll get along with him just fine.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">HEIDI THE HICK'S FAVOURITE ALBUM OF THE YEAR AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div>BRING ME YOUR LOVE by City and Colour</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UDDnLc3nSsIvOBsD6BSxlOzksN8IGmYxqPRGmpikg0Qxhjq1KveoiB0O4AlokryL3eNILOMMpY-6148TiIg5uOR0wSsq5Prop45BraqrT2nP3Qo60FNmCM0IFLUGuxcIvhyT/s1600-h/5164jealfkl__ss500_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6UDDnLc3nSsIvOBsD6BSxlOzksN8IGmYxqPRGmpikg0Qxhjq1KveoiB0O4AlokryL3eNILOMMpY-6148TiIg5uOR0wSsq5Prop45BraqrT2nP3Qo60FNmCM0IFLUGuxcIvhyT/s400/5164jealfkl__ss500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290410168567977906" /></a>Oh, sweet Dallas Green and his sweet, sweet voice. Okay so in his day job he's part of the awesomely shredding screaming metal ripping Alexisonfire, which I also love, but this is different. This is acoustic music with beautifully written songs, recorded sparingly and performed with sincerity. I love it. Some of these lyrics could make you weep if you weren't medicated, I mean it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I love it because the themes of sleep and mental anguish are so recurrent, but presented so gently. </div><div><br /></div><div>Have a look and a listen to this dizzying video for "Sleeping Sickness" also featuring Gord Downie of The Tragically Hip:</div><div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9Bt_Ajm3fM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9Bt_Ajm3fM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If you love good music and appreciate songwriting, take my advice and check this out. My husband didn't have anything to do with this one, so you can be sure that this even unbiased advice!</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST IDEA FOR A MOVIE THAT I SOMEHOW, SHOCKINGLY, DIDN'T BOTHER TO SEE</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKgU-xCmEyrvi2KmM38c_Kb8dTirtLiz1AA9xAAohBS7L1CG4tXDJPumUhEwhhBZWYOkM4bSDUvG4lwD9HNV3Rm5XiCUIXZPbxTq7Jtsbdj4EjXp5cser55_3Nc_yH9zCxWZd/s1600-h/appaloosa-poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKgU-xCmEyrvi2KmM38c_Kb8dTirtLiz1AA9xAAohBS7L1CG4tXDJPumUhEwhhBZWYOkM4bSDUvG4lwD9HNV3Rm5XiCUIXZPbxTq7Jtsbdj4EjXp5cser55_3Nc_yH9zCxWZd/s400/appaloosa-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367682491961826" /></a>Viggo Mortensen! Ed Harris with his iron jaw and piercing eyes! And... HORSES!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItPxOzLvRPpGbaU4Q-BGQRvi217OVRrFXcc2ea2otRaJGnrBFLXevqbbBzJfrDGP-F6TEz17TJxZ86YOGgiVDD9KuAO50YL59GU_5DaYgB83U_FoESexI071ivXNuWOXMGRHM/s1600-h/arts_appaloosa_584.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItPxOzLvRPpGbaU4Q-BGQRvi217OVRrFXcc2ea2otRaJGnrBFLXevqbbBzJfrDGP-F6TEz17TJxZ86YOGgiVDD9KuAO50YL59GU_5DaYgB83U_FoESexI071ivXNuWOXMGRHM/s400/arts_appaloosa_584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367689124010098" /></a>Not to mention, some amazing clothes. Yes, when I watch westerns I am looking at the clothes as well as the horses and the cowboys... and the old west set design... I would like a copy of that bench and Viggo's boots, please.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-F6dROPMdQg0ovPpTx6tMs8MXVHEJCxdrbc71MnPq249nHi4TOxsywB0rDAZskdKtFTDnl0Id9js3vUq_9mwzILJDHPqhPHogxvL9CTTDQcI8dBtoX00XNsDS5YXhEsTjPP2/s1600-h/appaloosapic12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-F6dROPMdQg0ovPpTx6tMs8MXVHEJCxdrbc71MnPq249nHi4TOxsywB0rDAZskdKtFTDnl0Id9js3vUq_9mwzILJDHPqhPHogxvL9CTTDQcI8dBtoX00XNsDS5YXhEsTjPP2/s400/appaloosapic12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294367684965335026" /></a>But I didn't go see it. Could it be that it's called "Appaloosa" and yet I see NO spotted horses? Pfft. <br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST FAMOUS PREGNANCY AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Angelina Jolie. </div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}href=" com="" _wly5vnvpgs4="" sxlfeq4ndoi="" aaaaaaaafi4="" 617vepgol4w="" h=""><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6paSyOdXJNWBHiT1e_ezCCvatQi7azS5YwXWiVwDhyphenhyphenvxeL402Dsq6lp8ODG_uGLhHcGOLaLiNlcTtrQDLZPTcO6sO4-qwZSNqbLTv1Wfm2RROv3s0RSiXmoe8RckARTehPnEB/s400/angelina-jolie-pregnant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294339223179851394" />She wore long dresses and radiant smiles. She wore actual colours. She accessorized with Brad Pitt and four children. She looks good with some weight on her. Having said that, I'm thinking maybe six kids are enough. My grandma had six kids and used to burn supper all the time. Maybe Angie should hire a cook so she can keep some weight on. I'm thinking of the woman's health, here, people. <br /><br /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}href=" com="" _wly5vnvpgs4="" sxlfeq4ndoi="" aaaaaaaafi4="" 617vepgol4w="" h=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST TECHNICALLY NEKKID BUT SOMEHOW STILL WHOLESOME MAGAZINE COVER AWARD<br /></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8UHCr5NsRnejEvO_GTUE2JjKKxPJLPYG2vGCoDen01qCpgM7Hfqxu0RmneL-TeFSNdojF8VJ_tn-rnS8J8-owojbMYaaTqrG7LCD155IyyyKyUJR2eXC5zPgejEt8XNXXQuM/s1600-h/43825181.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf8UHCr5NsRnejEvO_GTUE2JjKKxPJLPYG2vGCoDen01qCpgM7Hfqxu0RmneL-TeFSNdojF8VJ_tn-rnS8J8-owojbMYaaTqrG7LCD155IyyyKyUJR2eXC5zPgejEt8XNXXQuM/s400/43825181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294342509732727842" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">How does she do it?</span> I highly doubt it's all due to good lighting. But I've got this crazy idea, one that once thought up, won't leave. Does she sort of look a little like a young Martha Stewart here? The chin-down smile? I'm not trying to ruin anything - Martha's a good looking woman - but do you see it too? Anyways I'm sick of this photo now and want to tell myself that all actresses have a team of make up artists and personal trainers and cooks. Moving on.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST CREEPY SEXY UNREALISTIC CHARACTER AWARD</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ding ding ding! </span>It's a three way tie!</div><div><br /></div><div>Will it be red eyed maniac...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4brAErdwf9NxB4ma8XiygUMX-t3yx6KIWRFKwDMRNKSvC64yp5VxUCtZqEVEs86zAfWIrsuKsj8kHwk5AvZyNxCyv3z4GQWoeMqcQB3xysFbf5iSE5aE_A6s4EBhNKFEbIxpn/s1600-h/04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4brAErdwf9NxB4ma8XiygUMX-t3yx6KIWRFKwDMRNKSvC64yp5VxUCtZqEVEs86zAfWIrsuKsj8kHwk5AvZyNxCyv3z4GQWoeMqcQB3xysFbf5iSE5aE_A6s4EBhNKFEbIxpn/s400/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294344752352903058" /></a><br /></div><div>...smarmy old man with lecherous sneer and velvet voice...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46ZZvXWTDgVWQ07uJs2pvuJyFn_bxzC0Zknraxys9AQarsjfZ2KpWM26qdUwvHNSq4OQN-m-Ns4M5Hn8wE9RVma05pEkztDBcChyphenhyphenio_rJhjqLm5FNkqk0VnqhywABUaa1H3uZ/s1600-h/st-rickman-warning-anthony.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46ZZvXWTDgVWQ07uJs2pvuJyFn_bxzC0Zknraxys9AQarsjfZ2KpWM26qdUwvHNSq4OQN-m-Ns4M5Hn8wE9RVma05pEkztDBcChyphenhyphenio_rJhjqLm5FNkqk0VnqhywABUaa1H3uZ/s400/st-rickman-warning-anthony.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294346433447157810" /></a><br /></div><div>...or upstart bloodsucker with teardrop shaped eyes and misguided hairdo?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAnS7AF1SBSDel8We6P37_bo921WK408vT7YQxMDV_HsA5lFUYeyJ-94a48oGE9D97_HPvPtCk2vqzpLN-O0Ta2aun2Vwb967b3_RxIarvw0jfV9SMK-51k-8bnOY-KNftpV2/s1600-h/edward-cullen_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVAnS7AF1SBSDel8We6P37_bo921WK408vT7YQxMDV_HsA5lFUYeyJ-94a48oGE9D97_HPvPtCk2vqzpLN-O0Ta2aun2Vwb967b3_RxIarvw0jfV9SMK-51k-8bnOY-KNftpV2/s400/edward-cullen_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294346424953825010" /></a><br />Oh heck, it's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">my</span> imaginary awards show. JOHNNY DEPP FOR SWEENEY TODD!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPaE966JnIYxtS4UKmg06TuhvYLFKmW5HgoO7-IVBNfIn2A33VUG5bDU0hv_1WGqZlLka2Zf1wHjTwxXlAmwaXDXKNgdvQ2U_v9Oh8oKzgfuMC2q7fIbyCZYqHoDudFhhLYEc/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPaE966JnIYxtS4UKmg06TuhvYLFKmW5HgoO7-IVBNfIn2A33VUG5bDU0hv_1WGqZlLka2Zf1wHjTwxXlAmwaXDXKNgdvQ2U_v9Oh8oKzgfuMC2q7fIbyCZYqHoDudFhhLYEc/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294346428775818786" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">BEST PICKUP TRUCK IN A SUPPORTING ROLE</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Bella's truck in Twilight.</div><div><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD3tbSmxyUiKXL4eHhUQ960XnXm6vGBi9Nt_DWoxkDKPncexOW_3I7IAIDss_Pm5MuLlmEBBfIfIzTz5P5AKw78W3lPHaFPeVxwKow5bq2IIiZ4LBqqVqRbiy9DX9yQY4ev4YQ/s1600-h/5367908_std.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD3tbSmxyUiKXL4eHhUQ960XnXm6vGBi9Nt_DWoxkDKPncexOW_3I7IAIDss_Pm5MuLlmEBBfIfIzTz5P5AKw78W3lPHaFPeVxwKow5bq2IIiZ4LBqqVqRbiy9DX9yQY4ev4YQ/s400/5367908_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294355324360768690" /></a><br /><div>It's mulit-layered awesomeness! It's perfect! This is the only picture on the interwebs that I could find of this super cool piece of rolling steel, which is whack, because this truck should have its own website. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's all folks, have a good night, buh-bye 2008 and watch that the screen door doesn't <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">slap ya in the aaaaaaass on the way out! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>(2009? You've been warned.)</div><div><br /></div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-62631127715304120562008-11-23T10:17:00.000-08:002008-12-02T11:03:26.304-08:00TWILIGHT The Movie (and a big room full of screaming teenage girls)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQDoHpjH4RvLzxdIRpq2nmt057Psjt0JSHR_NyAeLpui2Nvv8uZjkBvN-0JEr59BhjIGupI0I9OtWonn4O1G0u9VEgCvpgEdToEYImILg56t7vtfY4Ge_nBT9rgzdCKvID8Nn/s1600-h/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQDoHpjH4RvLzxdIRpq2nmt057Psjt0JSHR_NyAeLpui2Nvv8uZjkBvN-0JEr59BhjIGupI0I9OtWonn4O1G0u9VEgCvpgEdToEYImILg56t7vtfY4Ge_nBT9rgzdCKvID8Nn/s400/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271921264315675682" /></a><div>Confession: I have read all four of Stephenie Meyer's forbidden-love-teenage-vampire books. I read them quickly and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">breathlessly.</span> The woman knows how to tell a suspenseful and engaging story, I'll tell you that. I'll also freely admit that as a grown woman, I had a few problems with our main man, vampire Edward Cullen. Oh boy, what do we think of him... Ideal Fantasy Boyfriend??? Intelligent, stunningly gorgeous, physically superior, musically talented, thoughtful, passionate, gentlemanly old fashioned, able to leap across an icy parking lot and save you from a van about to pin you against the solid door of your old pickup truck in less than a second? </div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqV6QRmsNX-r0UVTRLsrAY5Qg3kShwZNKBAovpTfDhSUCBguf5ypl6T-2gt3k2-IIIdjAHmbp3pEsUMA4EmICHT2k9pHjaQLgG5gxTS8lvRaJgHPU4M9xBUW7M5r95ZSRe3Kt0/s1600-h/Sexy_Edward_Cullen____by_ilovehiim.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqV6QRmsNX-r0UVTRLsrAY5Qg3kShwZNKBAovpTfDhSUCBguf5ypl6T-2gt3k2-IIIdjAHmbp3pEsUMA4EmICHT2k9pHjaQLgG5gxTS8lvRaJgHPU4M9xBUW7M5r95ZSRe3Kt0/s400/Sexy_Edward_Cullen____by_ilovehiim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271921277270528194" /></a><br /></div><div>OR is he Potentially Abusive Boyfriend??? Controlling under the guise of protecting, telling you what you think, possessive, oh, and uh, has been sneaking into your bedroom to watch you sleep for like, the last two months? (Creepy? Sexy? CREEPY!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br />NONE of that matters. It didn't stop me from reading after the first book, and I was right there on opening night at the movie theatre, with my 14 year old daughter and one of her friends. I wouldn't have wanted to have been anywhere else. We walked in and within seconds I was meeting new friends from Grade 9. Every three steps there were more greetings and squeals and giggles. Scary-fun. Teenage girls are the strangest combo of vicious/ happy, which goes a long way in explaining this story's success.<div><br /></div><div>Not to mention... apparently I'm not the only mother who got caught up in the saga. In the packed audience, I counted one boy, and three dads. Every other movie watcher was sitting in a cloud of her own female hormones. It was crazeee. </div><div><br /></div><div>The girls applauded the previews. They shrieked and clapped when the screen blackened, resulting in a flurry of "Sh! Sh! Sh! Shut up! Shhhhh! SHH!" and that in turn resulted in me slumped down in my seat shaking with silent giggles, and then my two girls noticing and giggling, making me fear a giant SHUSHING from the ravenous horde of teenagers, which then made me shake with even harder silent giggles. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally the title flashed on the screen and we all clapped and screamed like the freakin Beatles were back. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, is it a good movie or not?</div><div><br /></div><div>Answer: YES. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's a gorgeous looking movie. The actors are good to look at, the scenery is amazing, and it's lovingly, dreamily filmed. One of the things I liked about the books was the constant feeling of a low grey sky, and a suppressed restlessness under the surface. Don't ask how, cuz I don't know, but it's visual.</div><div><br /></div><div>The story is told precisely and with good pacing. It's just surreal enough, and just realistic enough. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XsZ1m4fdkWw-T6GeNL091V-uukXey1NVgovPxbHypRBnM6x7WjsmZiKneV_XyzXKqd83u2_tEWifsjxJXyzETds6I_TENh9yaetaWuLdTNHHjVsalEKF59C-fpK5ppO-KTu9/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XsZ1m4fdkWw-T6GeNL091V-uukXey1NVgovPxbHypRBnM6x7WjsmZiKneV_XyzXKqd83u2_tEWifsjxJXyzETds6I_TENh9yaetaWuLdTNHHjVsalEKF59C-fpK5ppO-KTu9/s400/twilight1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271921271944080834" /></a><br /></div><div>The actors are so well cast it almost shocked me. I mean, the kid who plays Mike Newton was PERFECT. Alice Cullen is as accurate as humanly possible. Billy Black and Charlie Swan? Any future re-read of that book will have their faces. I'm usually irritated by that. I hate it that my own visualization of the characters is replaced by actors. Maybe it's the clear descriptions in the book, but for the most part everybody looked like I thought they should.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Even the music was right. Bands like Muse and Linkin Park got a spin (Meyer favourites) as well as some classical (Debussey; look it up) ("You can google it") all of which added up to a moody thrill of atmosphere.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bella's truck, a significant character actually, was perfect. I must include the wonderful truck. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYcpVAXIZZPMc5zTf6spiowcvILTfKcBxPjVivtpm3AokGZk77MSiIiLd6jrA9-WfyWg34hir_VhB8PJgSfR3A4EA_Nw4ZlyUhC-lcnr5rYpzsTpqi5IBtFXvb9vGU2SjagUS/s1600-h/5367908_std.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYcpVAXIZZPMc5zTf6spiowcvILTfKcBxPjVivtpm3AokGZk77MSiIiLd6jrA9-WfyWg34hir_VhB8PJgSfR3A4EA_Nw4ZlyUhC-lcnr5rYpzsTpqi5IBtFXvb9vGU2SjagUS/s400/5367908_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271921256934393858" /></a><br /><br />I got the impression that it's a '55 Chevy in the book, but I'm pretty sure this is a '62 Chevy. What can I say, I'm a truck freak. I'm pretty sure Stephenie Meyer likes cars too. I'd encourage young girls to notice things like this. It's just good knowledge to have. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll give them props though, for getting the colour and condition of the truck right. It's completely awesome and I love, love, love it! Just as in the book this old truck is a bright spot in Bella's life. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bella. As played by Kristen Stewart, she's much more stubborn and much less drip. She's still shy and awkward, but with a current of spunkiness. They got it all right: the jeans and mittens and sweatshirts wardrobe, the lack of make up, the looking down while delivering deadpan one liners. What a relief. I really wanted to like that kid.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is one of the most faithful movie adaptations I've ever seen. Quite a few lines of dialogue were lifted straight out of the book. The plot wasn't screwed around with either. A few characters were omitted just to keep things manageable, but generally it's all there. It would have to be, or else there would be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hordes of angry crying screaming teenage girls protesting.</span> I don't think any of us want that, do we?</div><div><br /></div><div>I loved seeing this movie amid a horde of teenage girls. I got to clap and whoop enthusiastically when Edward, in Ray Ban shades, opened the door of his car to let Bella out and casually threw his arm over her shoulder, letting the whole world (school) know that they're together now. That's one of those high school memories that you either have had, or always wished you could have. </div><div><br /></div><div>As for those mixed feelings I have for this story... I feel better now. All my sermons to the girls about not mistaking control for love, and the whole thing was summed up when he confesses to watching her sleep at night and a girl somewhere in the middle of the theatre called out, "STALKER!" A wave of knowing snickers followed. They get it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhylkHTjTr0kIylhU50dd5xM7aVa1moGNPQ_MRu4SjrfDmhu_dl5ZaTh1s2IVa4BP05fXhiZcjUj8J4Ej1Gq1q-rxb8E40qHvf6iMk7vqRwpx6jNmRzeJW9Hxk8JwNZKP0M6j/s1600-h/twilight_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhylkHTjTr0kIylhU50dd5xM7aVa1moGNPQ_MRu4SjrfDmhu_dl5ZaTh1s2IVa4BP05fXhiZcjUj8J4Ej1Gq1q-rxb8E40qHvf6iMk7vqRwpx6jNmRzeJW9Hxk8JwNZKP0M6j/s400/twilight_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271921262550514466" /></a><br /><br /> </div><div><br /></div><div>This is a horror/love story for the cautious, frightened present. We still want the forbidden love, the thrill of the unknown, but a nice vegetarian vampire isn't %100 off limits, right? It's bucketloads of sexual tension, damn near heartstopping, but it's all above the chest. Everybody's still a virgin at the end, and only the baddest bad guy dies. (and he's really baaaad too!!!!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and also? It's a movie. It's pretend.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd recommend it, and without spoiling the whole thing, I'll just say that the ending will make you want to see more!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-74555790147238866012008-01-31T18:14:00.001-08:002008-01-31T20:16:30.730-08:00SWEENEY TODD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7VkzpZdwby2jijTrpsKyeEjyVgZTNP-sxTdQJ34jeRfds4dNBU-Awq4lIy3DGK1WYzcLyirV-UyOsKSrD3yqTfknMUF94wce_fvSSoV_4NbZPw6pMLAS25YBEVqDmP6YEvLH/s1600-h/sweeney-todd-movie+poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7VkzpZdwby2jijTrpsKyeEjyVgZTNP-sxTdQJ34jeRfds4dNBU-Awq4lIy3DGK1WYzcLyirV-UyOsKSrD3yqTfknMUF94wce_fvSSoV_4NbZPw6pMLAS25YBEVqDmP6YEvLH/s400/sweeney-todd-movie+poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161842957104290706" /></a><br /><br />Let's see...<br /><br />Tim Burton? Check.<br /><br />Johnny Depp? Check.<br /><br />Helena Bonham Carter? Check.<br /><br />Alan Rickman? Check.<br /><br />Sacha Baron Cohen? Check. (He's on The List now.)<br /><br />Gloomy Fantastical Victorian Atmosphere? Check.<br /><br />Perfectly swishy costumes, just slightly faded/ worn/ misused? Check.<br /><br />Twisted storyline with an over the top, unbelievable premise? Check.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-LYQdGvP4rK_ZECBcRggPt2j1Jh11Tx4bCDyeCCfQgqgeKQQJIY7ahQwLmJsXtp6ptZqYC9X_GGy1saSeABYzpGF7yzvxErb-7hiDINMwxhDIoEj0OKxpbqkDhEf2MYEMi43/s1600-h/19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-LYQdGvP4rK_ZECBcRggPt2j1Jh11Tx4bCDyeCCfQgqgeKQQJIY7ahQwLmJsXtp6ptZqYC9X_GGy1saSeABYzpGF7yzvxErb-7hiDINMwxhDIoEj0OKxpbqkDhEf2MYEMi43/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161842132470569810" /></a><br /><br /><br />I HAD TO SEE THIS. Seriously, I was waiting for this one for a year. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1SkYOOwdIQaewJcHKvyYRwX_-VXAA3CiyeC7R9U3a6gxDurqnrE1ZPQ_ZPH2VpJy79MR4LlfCnmkyX9F06AyS8u_QAvABdfL9uuHzZf-LkqIsFq-Uyx-EDOwDwr14_nT3E2Rc/s1600-h/sweeney+todd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1SkYOOwdIQaewJcHKvyYRwX_-VXAA3CiyeC7R9U3a6gxDurqnrE1ZPQ_ZPH2VpJy79MR4LlfCnmkyX9F06AyS8u_QAvABdfL9uuHzZf-LkqIsFq-Uyx-EDOwDwr14_nT3E2Rc/s400/sweeney+todd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161843339356380066" /></a><br /><br /><br />Oh, as a bonus, buckets and buckets and pails and gallon drums and tanker truck loads of red paint. Blood fest. I'm not usually into horror movies. Let me clarify that: I can't watch horror movies. I made an exception for Burton's Sleepy Hollow, which is just gorgeous to look at. Mostly. I didn't care in this case though, because The List was so perfectly filled. I will sit through the bloodbath if Tim Burton started it. Good lord I hope he never tries his hand at reality TV. hahahaha.<br /><br /><br />And did I mention that this is a MUSICAL?! <br /><br /><br />Well that changed everything for me. Seriously. How can I have nightmares about the slashing of some poor fella's throat if the person doing the slashing is singing about it? <br /><br />I knew the basic premise of SWEENEY TODD but hadn't seen it or knew how it ended. It is a twisted tale of a wrongful conviction, of unrequited love and dirty old men, and a lust for murderous revenge. It is also a nighmarish cautionary tale about personal grooming and questionable eating establishments.<br /><br /><br />So extremely, very much, unpleasant. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlgiA1qvnFjkvTKJ1a4Y-vjuwWV0JHLDMrY1CAJPIajK27qlKQP-wWVg45A3A7y14Mdy7MkTMJTG6vYhOVtTJsHX5vZU6grzofBZhKu8ltmBsborbnzmsdLI7HTN4DkNqZgND/s1600-h/06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlgiA1qvnFjkvTKJ1a4Y-vjuwWV0JHLDMrY1CAJPIajK27qlKQP-wWVg45A3A7y14Mdy7MkTMJTG6vYhOVtTJsHX5vZU6grzofBZhKu8ltmBsborbnzmsdLI7HTN4DkNqZgND/s400/06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161842287089392482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I was not disappointed. Johnny Depp carried this role of beautifully, and I'm not just saying that because he could read the phone book and I'd gush about how nuanced his performance was. He's tortured inside, and he is relishing his own pain. He's absolutely blinded by it. You can imagine that he's so consumed with revenge that he might not fully remember anymore what started it, just that he will have vengeance!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3d0jwyxxTXVd9hJLfc6_hDUQkx_-uCCINNwq723Kd1TGqomB-sQtjQNxebFYGSpgu81__7lwhePdfY0aI3HoiJxFOiFmTfKFl3CxaGWY9GY8j1PPDMoUlaOPPrJe6rSZrbFtm/s1600-h/09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3d0jwyxxTXVd9hJLfc6_hDUQkx_-uCCINNwq723Kd1TGqomB-sQtjQNxebFYGSpgu81__7lwhePdfY0aI3HoiJxFOiFmTfKFl3CxaGWY9GY8j1PPDMoUlaOPPrJe6rSZrbFtm/s400/09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161842497542790002" /></a><br /><br />It's earned him an Oscar nomination.<br /><br />Is it possible that a movie about a murderous plot can be so beautiful to look at? The light is handled so perfectly, and there's not much light to go around. It's dark, shadowy, like a photograph taken a century ago and left in an attic to fade. Every detail is perfect, right down the slime on the bricks, the stubble on Alan Rickman's face and the grunge in Mrs Lovett's disgusting pie shop.<br /><br />I was stunned by all the texture: cracked leather, rippled glass windows, dusty floors. What a visual experience.<br /><br /><br />The movie is all dark, faded, wet gloom, designed in black and shades of grey with a few recurring splashes of red: blood, Mrs Lovett's dirty crimson dresses. The few jolts of colour are shocking. Todd's first victim is a peacock flash of bright blue; he doesn't last long. Mrs Lovett's fantasy scene is a bleached out and pale vision of what would have been a sunshine and brightness. <br /><br /><br />May I just say that I love Helena Bonham Carter. It's like this role was made for her face. May I also say that Alan Rickman is the most perfect elegant villain in his opulent clothes and oily voice. <br /><br />The songs are really the skeleton of the movie. I know this whole mess was originally a very successful Broadway play, but having never been to Broadway, didn't know the music at all. These are some jaunty, catchy, well written songs! They have stuck in my head weeks later, and not in that annoying teen-diva kind of way. Best of all, the songs were delivered with fierce scenery chewing expression. It looked perfectly right that Mr Todd and Mrs Lovett should break into song when discussing their murderous plans. <br /><br />Now I don't know if we were supposed to laugh, and it's quite possible that we deeply offended the other eight people cringing in the dark theatre, but we followed every horrified cringe with an uncomfortable laugh. It was all just so extreme. Gush, pour, splat!!! We doubled over and groaned with idiotic grins on our faces.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOq_y7yiOjEFbuSRxD49bl6vJtq1LTzq2AaFHkK0cEZxzs0Vy5NIHOk5BCT-1ZVloEIc7fie3ltgdZDVG3Mb60snXK0UAV8e_iysdk1zAVg1QGUyAKshMggJp5fTsY_HkRISB/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOq_y7yiOjEFbuSRxD49bl6vJtq1LTzq2AaFHkK0cEZxzs0Vy5NIHOk5BCT-1ZVloEIc7fie3ltgdZDVG3Mb60snXK0UAV8e_iysdk1zAVg1QGUyAKshMggJp5fTsY_HkRISB/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161841775988284226" /></a><br /><br /><br />Wow. Eye popping! Lovesick conniving! Striped stockings! Those angry creases between Mr Todd's eyebrows!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI92_wXWETSe16E2G-gkz7GqJNacgp3-4f9zzXatMxqC-ENzdZhNCciHaDvrSbgMDwyOwgSjRoXCOxqqJBklDxERsL3_Iys8YZIkhQxFEcUWiqXvNdTJIHIARhmMP-MTGm9LR8/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI92_wXWETSe16E2G-gkz7GqJNacgp3-4f9zzXatMxqC-ENzdZhNCciHaDvrSbgMDwyOwgSjRoXCOxqqJBklDxERsL3_Iys8YZIkhQxFEcUWiqXvNdTJIHIARhmMP-MTGm9LR8/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161842763830762370" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />We left the theatre feeling a little bit lightheaded and sick to our stomachs. Especially Jethro. I grew up watching various veterinarian procedures being performed, all of which involved some blood. My townie husband can't deal with it. He was a little green. <br /><br />We couldn't stop talking about it all the way home. Jethro didn't see the ending coming. He was pretty disgusted. But couldn't stop talking about what a great movie it is. <br /><br />There's something special about entertainment that slaps you across the face with repulsion but leaves you thinking that you can't wait to see it again. You wanna know something though? I don't think it would have been the same if anybody else had been involved in it. <br /><br />I'd love to hear some opinions on this nasty little piece of work...Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-63061520090578086102008-01-02T17:33:00.000-08:002008-01-07T12:20:22.598-08:00THE HICK CHIC BEST of 2007 AWARDSWelcome everybody! Hunker down with your popcorn and whatever refreshing beverage you've chosen, and enjoy the show! <br /><br />Lots of stuff happened in 2007 but really, over here in this neck of the woods it's all about what entertained us. Let's take a look...and hand out some MAJOR AWARDS!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeN7KAomgMx1co4uT004S3QfNWPiEd-A02yMY8ZmRUFB8IPslw3AbdxeefVNP956qLEsOjXfaKD3YpX9CN2YBvPBYiEKKSxgFwlZ3ja5AwvZ6CQfm27qg7MMEz0SXabwBFk3s/s1600-h/8082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeN7KAomgMx1co4uT004S3QfNWPiEd-A02yMY8ZmRUFB8IPslw3AbdxeefVNP956qLEsOjXfaKD3YpX9CN2YBvPBYiEKKSxgFwlZ3ja5AwvZ6CQfm27qg7MMEz0SXabwBFk3s/s400/8082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151444089395777378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "BEST MOST PERFECT ALBUM OF THE YEAR" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />RAISING SAND by Robert Plant and Alison Kraus.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgig6zwZcfG6-D14zNHiqFHSx08i-G_JQMtJIoFZqSsqukn_CtR_4kZbnDK1W3sTQdkzh2LoZpatkViF9LY1iDSRkXilRQa6vhVbQ0SsOAN6dxCds0Tan_TUyeSJsqLOHMVJMFo/s1600-h/Raising+Sand+album+cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgig6zwZcfG6-D14zNHiqFHSx08i-G_JQMtJIoFZqSsqukn_CtR_4kZbnDK1W3sTQdkzh2LoZpatkViF9LY1iDSRkXilRQa6vhVbQ0SsOAN6dxCds0Tan_TUyeSJsqLOHMVJMFo/s400/Raising+Sand+album+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151399799693020738" /></a><br /><br />HAVE I EVER MENTIONED THAT I LOVE ROBERT PLANT?<br /><br /><br />I glorified this collaboration recently and <a href="http://hickchicreviews.blogspot.com/2007/11/raising-sand-by-robert-plant-and-alison.html"> I'll tell anybody who'll listen how awesome it is.</a><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8x78Fm4CMWQ&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8x78Fm4CMWQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Watch the video- lots of long blonde hair, big grins, and T Bone Burnett rockin out! I think I need to borrow her dress and boots for my next big real life awards show. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "I LOVED IT BUT JETHRO THOUGHT IT SHOULD SOUND BETTER" AWARD goes to...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5kj9HP51g8CnsoiJDoSnN_m82lkSw3ui6y_vbjBm1RXKhYlG30JFTt7Yl2Rj5BuiFNzEWel-9q_UG4Mypj2MYRYlCOqV1h43rp6fKxJJZqX1rQDbl31r4pIv-6WVTC7GKJKP/s1600-h/IckyThump.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5kj9HP51g8CnsoiJDoSnN_m82lkSw3ui6y_vbjBm1RXKhYlG30JFTt7Yl2Rj5BuiFNzEWel-9q_UG4Mypj2MYRYlCOqV1h43rp6fKxJJZqX1rQDbl31r4pIv-6WVTC7GKJKP/s400/IckyThump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151399378786225714" /></a><br /><br />The White Stripes, Icky Thump. <br /><br />Jethro was disappointed in the sound of the record. He has really high standards, is consistently disappointed by what's hitting the air and the store shelves, and has always trusted our man Jack White to make a good sounding record for him. He took it pretty hard. Digs the songs though. Me, I still love Jack White. Pretty much unconditionally. <br /><br /><br /><br />THE "NOT JUST FOR MALLPUNKS, MOMMY LOVES IT TOO" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />FAMOUS LAST WORDS by Hedley. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1ltnYAyMTDv19U5oT7J3yastZYyJqhRd-_4k__AOsUGxrWM3Rbjk5yxY66Dyus_5sFfrQiCnubdFsT79QqRcG8U0UJ6OJP5SNqmmN3l6OfB53edWjqNZ91DtU7uboNc-S9c3/s1600-h/4tantci.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1ltnYAyMTDv19U5oT7J3yastZYyJqhRd-_4k__AOsUGxrWM3Rbjk5yxY66Dyus_5sFfrQiCnubdFsT79QqRcG8U0UJ6OJP5SNqmmN3l6OfB53edWjqNZ91DtU7uboNc-S9c3/s400/4tantci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151401491910135394" /></a><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/38w_dSdMhOE&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/38w_dSdMhOE&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />The song in this here video also qualifies this band for THE "I CAN'T BELIEVE I LIKE THIS BALLAD" AWARD. Good job, boys!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "BEST COUNTRY SONG" as well as JETHRO'S "HOT IN A CRAZY SCORNED ANGRY CHICK KIND OF WAY" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />Carrie Underwood.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWkloXb_GEDWMWC7D6Vy8aoI7tMMSYCkYiYEXsrnn7uWtr4mKl-YDBBsTinVgKBingoPG9Gk7Ogvtvu70ITIguayC-ico_VVACvkJ4ybo9D5Nl91WPEqnd-D5RToa5HtY6KRh/s1600-h/bhc2jj5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWkloXb_GEDWMWC7D6Vy8aoI7tMMSYCkYiYEXsrnn7uWtr4mKl-YDBBsTinVgKBingoPG9Gk7Ogvtvu70ITIguayC-ico_VVACvkJ4ybo9D5Nl91WPEqnd-D5RToa5HtY6KRh/s400/bhc2jj5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151427386267963058" /></a><br /><br />I don't generally condone violence against pickup trucks. Jethro doesn't usually dig blondes. But hot damn. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCbrT2dnboJ9k_zyVDYC9-4gGq8QgxJemWwYOCjC3gDUQxvN4TEUbHYDgl34yvy4gaRl3BhVktnpAsY-9JgIgXCJzut4vlj78AmzBqOzb8qsd0m1ZTpP__iFlb0OsfYOINAmx/s1600-h/carrieunderwoodbhc-8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCbrT2dnboJ9k_zyVDYC9-4gGq8QgxJemWwYOCjC3gDUQxvN4TEUbHYDgl34yvy4gaRl3BhVktnpAsY-9JgIgXCJzut4vlj78AmzBqOzb8qsd0m1ZTpP__iFlb0OsfYOINAmx/s400/carrieunderwoodbhc-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151428305390964418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbQtNGPORoadpO9shfYF6XOQyg7kLc1qFynBpqCsgZ6fJq1YwVYyCfVC-MdCDCedKcGtnDq_770rp6wJ5tdQgxJeuO5M41rsJuQOAjkeHsANTniOtZxP-tjV9EyC-wzaKAyje/s1600-h/carrieunderwoodbhc-26.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbQtNGPORoadpO9shfYF6XOQyg7kLc1qFynBpqCsgZ6fJq1YwVYyCfVC-MdCDCedKcGtnDq_770rp6wJ5tdQgxJeuO5M41rsJuQOAjkeHsANTniOtZxP-tjV9EyC-wzaKAyje/s400/carrieunderwoodbhc-26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151428309685931730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX01ZVNw8yCAEEtmAOKvWhVkym73VZa07w-_Ja2HUtEGQabfZPm0RNpBpglfyPUf3JDVnUN-Y0quFC94iIFuNS3T89XXIePS8aexAiGgCa9Ec2u_DA6taLM32qx-G-7eEE7Ig6/s1600-h/cunder3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX01ZVNw8yCAEEtmAOKvWhVkym73VZa07w-_Ja2HUtEGQabfZPm0RNpBpglfyPUf3JDVnUN-Y0quFC94iIFuNS3T89XXIePS8aexAiGgCa9Ec2u_DA6taLM32qx-G-7eEE7Ig6/s400/cunder3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151428309685931746" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And now, THE "GOOD THING WE ALL STILL LIKE EACH OTHER" AWARD will be shared by the following acts, because this was a huge year for REUNION TOURS!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Police got back together!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUfEs4ILJsOhQKXp605XoKBEr9P3mCzyV-7-j9uOnMCU9YMoxkSq7XcfnNgsjbGd9wvcTJHJWefgCvECauVMF5bcBZGla_jMc5Os0gYt8YjbxNT9WcbyqOGOUlfe84apuy9ud/s1600-h/the_police_2007_grammy_awards.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUfEs4ILJsOhQKXp605XoKBEr9P3mCzyV-7-j9uOnMCU9YMoxkSq7XcfnNgsjbGd9wvcTJHJWefgCvECauVMF5bcBZGla_jMc5Os0gYt8YjbxNT9WcbyqOGOUlfe84apuy9ud/s400/the_police_2007_grammy_awards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151379308404051186" /></a><br /><br />I didn't see it. I am so ashamed of myself for not even catching the Grammy Awards this year. Shame. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Van Halen got back together! <br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvJg3yPkYc770uYYeqvlAiSJKkURJG0FaM2_iUfV_Ya2z-SKbCfmFLiJCnMnQ0J7lsf0-FGnpmcssmuuxPmd-Ai-fPug3MfHPSPhe38t_Sto4_nvnqVoa9nJ_gXc5TEJc7JNI/s1600-h/van_halen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvJg3yPkYc770uYYeqvlAiSJKkURJG0FaM2_iUfV_Ya2z-SKbCfmFLiJCnMnQ0J7lsf0-FGnpmcssmuuxPmd-Ai-fPug3MfHPSPhe38t_Sto4_nvnqVoa9nJ_gXc5TEJc7JNI/s400/van_halen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151382336355994882" /></a><br /><br />Well, sort of. Michael Anthony split, and without him...I mean, he's so underrated! When I want my Van Halen, I want the crashing cymbals, I want the shredding brownsound guitar, and the arrogant, tongue-in-cheek borderline comedic frontman...and I want the rock solid bass and sweet background harmonies! I miss Mike. I have no doubt young Wolfgang can do the job- he grew up with it after all- but you know, Edward has been known to fire bandmates...although he has kept his brother around for over twenty years...<br /><br />Regardless, I didn't see anything on YouTube worth sharing. I refuse to post a link because why should all of our hearts be broken? I'd rather put on my Van Halen II cassette and be happy. For what it's worth, Diamond Dave was short haired, high foreheaded, white toothed, leather clad, and awesome. Gotta have a bright point here.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Rage Against The Machine got back together! <br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJ3R51Y6RLVVrV5NNWEcWuMxKa-u4qJZFiIqPv0WUWjfXbZYN0KO-GOF1ZXP0Pwgf7xqHFTirLID0_awa79tNlDcbSm6EqFhc-K2QHYggnnnrpTSxSpK88wkS6YxhkD8E5ITM/s1600-h/02_rageagainst_lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJ3R51Y6RLVVrV5NNWEcWuMxKa-u4qJZFiIqPv0WUWjfXbZYN0KO-GOF1ZXP0Pwgf7xqHFTirLID0_awa79tNlDcbSm6EqFhc-K2QHYggnnnrpTSxSpK88wkS6YxhkD8E5ITM/s400/02_rageagainst_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151402853414768242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWhJp1PCVtiolgmt9t5jed-kQKwTprPVg4BqYCbcKDZCXT0NpGxc-BtIxYEbh95NQWMSmOm7rOAobC6iWxavzOl-pXAT6zH-_wCrilnFh2ojhrYZZDG4sEf8R4QIM4XTRVOAf/s1600-h/rtb_rage002_story.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWhJp1PCVtiolgmt9t5jed-kQKwTprPVg4BqYCbcKDZCXT0NpGxc-BtIxYEbh95NQWMSmOm7rOAobC6iWxavzOl-pXAT6zH-_wCrilnFh2ojhrYZZDG4sEf8R4QIM4XTRVOAf/s400/rtb_rage002_story.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151402857709735554" /></a><br /><br />I didn't see it. I would have loved to. I would have taken the kids too. Except for the crowds and all that, y'know. But seriously. Rage. They are just as relevant now as they were 10-15 years ago. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qzypbRHCjwnU1AEDx3IxDiLSCO5beN1TMM5RLx1RSImPBt9kW_0McE1eDFcAMosyG2FxPPoFJ7xBcre33emBj91RO1SuWIYpYI4Ss2drdK266Id9l6Skmduk0Htx2O3y4Wcn/s1600-h/20070430_071151_BW_PL01-COACHELLA+PC1CDW8_300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qzypbRHCjwnU1AEDx3IxDiLSCO5beN1TMM5RLx1RSImPBt9kW_0McE1eDFcAMosyG2FxPPoFJ7xBcre33emBj91RO1SuWIYpYI4Ss2drdK266Id9l6Skmduk0Htx2O3y4Wcn/s400/20070430_071151_BW_PL01-COACHELLA+PC1CDW8_300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151404240689204898" /></a><br /><br />So I wasn't there, but from what I dug up on the intermittent net, they were awesome. TimCom with his terrifying tattoos and massive arms, Fender P-Bass up under his pits! Crazy Zack with his afro! Morello arming the homeless with mystifying moves and his guitar jammed up even higher under his pits! Cute little Brad Wilk behind the kit keeping the whole thing on track!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Qkyq9nYdwA&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Qkyq9nYdwA&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I hope there's a DVD coming. I can only hope.<br /><br />And the really big news...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Led Zeppelin got back together. <br /></span><br /><br />Sort of. As much as physically possible without the late great John Bonham. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmqtoF04VHb-KcHhPYih3_uL-L1R-f5OkCMjumCHP6tGFBh5WaT_2j_2CGA-ba6l3Lcra634ocbGWkLTLN4Hs8AdQZQqfulNkF4XhcSDfORecuhU2IXMfq1k1EvgMvsjWu3TI/s1600-h/17592920-17592922-large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmqtoF04VHb-KcHhPYih3_uL-L1R-f5OkCMjumCHP6tGFBh5WaT_2j_2CGA-ba6l3Lcra634ocbGWkLTLN4Hs8AdQZQqfulNkF4XhcSDfORecuhU2IXMfq1k1EvgMvsjWu3TI/s400/17592920-17592922-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151430714867617522" /></a><br /><br />I wasn't there. <br /><br />Don't even get me started. I couldn't go. Even if I could have, I couldn't have. I might have spontaneously combusted. Or exploded. Or imploded. Dangerous. Better to stay home and imagine what could have been. Trust me. <br /><br />The next day, our YouTube search had Jethro and me alternately groaning and shivering at the magnificence of the Best Band In The World Ever...even if the Bonzo was the Junior version. <br /><br /><br />Here...complete with the big screen and feedback squeals...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsHcUwtw5H0&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rsHcUwtw5H0&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />It's as close as some of us will ever get. <br /><br />Even with some dooooode hollerin along with it, all captured on somebody's crappy little cellphone, you get how awesome this must have been...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CACWqZMGqgY&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CACWqZMGqgY&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object> <br /><br />And like I said I wasn't there. In my dreams. <br /><br /><br /><br />THE "JUSTIN HAWKINS FALSETTO" AWARD goes to the young chap who's also the recipient of the 'THERE WILL ONLY EVER BE ONE FREDDY MERCURY BUT SOMETIMES WE GET A LIVE ONE" AWARD:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzA0nG_PurQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Now you all know I pretty much live under a rock. Who is this person??? Where did he come from? Lebanon? Paris? London? All of the above? I don't normally listen to pop but this catchy tune has a vocal that slapped me upside the head. Kaching is right, baby!<br /><br /><br /><br />I read a lot this past year. I read for education- to see what's being published these days- and I read for the pure joy of it. There were a lot of good books in 2007. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "BOOK THAT BLEW MY MIND" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />ANTHEM OF A RELUCTANT PROPHET by Joanne Proulx. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjviyRkI7tZfFhn03ur6Ehlbmy4dBXsTwCS7Y2Xyi6A_w0uAZWWRLWTiwIN2MGQmvpNZh36zqLLlzyy8XPtbMAL1y7gDFjntmIVeXRSvl7EF01S-9uvHnuaccoWzGTHKBAwgneQ/s1600-h/anthem+of+a+reluctant+prophet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjviyRkI7tZfFhn03ur6Ehlbmy4dBXsTwCS7Y2Xyi6A_w0uAZWWRLWTiwIN2MGQmvpNZh36zqLLlzyy8XPtbMAL1y7gDFjntmIVeXRSvl7EF01S-9uvHnuaccoWzGTHKBAwgneQ/s400/anthem+of+a+reluctant+prophet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151386107337280834" /></a><br />Oh looky here, a video...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFneuEa_Qy4&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFneuEa_Qy4&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />A 17 year old smart mouth slacker with too much smarts for his own good suffers from death premonitions and missing girl posters while skateboarding around his nasty little town. Blood, death, religion, sex, White Stripes and Red Hot Chili Peppers. All the good stuff.<br /><br /><br /><br />THE "BEAUTIFUL EXPERIENCE" AWARD goes to...THE INVENTION OF HUGO CABRET by Brian Selznick. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqo0BZaWqOOtDiNICqWwOE_HvIDpUXdly4mRmQQLfJ9YlEl5M0Zq0MzInsXWib1sIK72Ooeb01s8Rb58UcgNXOme5bviQ_shjugI8O9vorqjOc6eU4IJ6_K4riMgtdxqvkCIX5/s1600-h/12533001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqo0BZaWqOOtDiNICqWwOE_HvIDpUXdly4mRmQQLfJ9YlEl5M0Zq0MzInsXWib1sIK72Ooeb01s8Rb58UcgNXOme5bviQ_shjugI8O9vorqjOc6eU4IJ6_K4riMgtdxqvkCIX5/s400/12533001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151431071349903106" /></a><br /><br />Watch this!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfBEUhP9aCY&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfBEUhP9aCY&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "BEST KID BOOK THAT ANYBODY WITH A TWISTED SENSE OF HUMOUR CAN LOVE" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />ALEX AND THE IRONIC GENTLEMAN by Adrienne Kress!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHb0rR4OlNH2xxpiEwWbP9HoItc8cKizNu7_AsvethMMYpPxANesUvP4XVWHjcXSBOdyCQnBZLG2Ro_BBZXfHS3GWHF6auZnkt2Mj4IBI7NR49qerYHlDfoC580lCB9Q028IC/s1600-h/Alex-Ironic+cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxHb0rR4OlNH2xxpiEwWbP9HoItc8cKizNu7_AsvethMMYpPxANesUvP4XVWHjcXSBOdyCQnBZLG2Ro_BBZXfHS3GWHF6auZnkt2Mj4IBI7NR49qerYHlDfoC580lCB9Q028IC/s400/Alex-Ironic+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151384874681666834" /></a><br /><br />It's freaky deaky cheeky fun with healthy dash of darkness....that agreeable combination that a parent and kids can all enjoy together! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "MEMOIR THAT COULD CHANGE THE WORLD" AWARD goes to <br /><br />PRISONER OF TEHRAN by Marina Nemat<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XepxAZuTdH5QIq6zxYEItFS4PO9xM2QA7YDDI2LZSXmTugXvuif6UlnYyS0ollrgi1JHOUAbeOiRS11yYifnI5GwlqTrYYrSonQ3AX2LjNJFd0xVC-0Eeu4PJJeyK-Ili9uQ/s1600-h/prisoner+of+tehran+coverjpg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XepxAZuTdH5QIq6zxYEItFS4PO9xM2QA7YDDI2LZSXmTugXvuif6UlnYyS0ollrgi1JHOUAbeOiRS11yYifnI5GwlqTrYYrSonQ3AX2LjNJFd0xVC-0Eeu4PJJeyK-Ili9uQ/s400/prisoner+of+tehran+coverjpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151384878976634162" /></a><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OzpVRW5oHCY&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OzpVRW5oHCY&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Honestly I was afraid to read this book. She was imprisoned as a teenager and tortured. I am so glad I read it though, because ultimately it is a story of hope. It's the story of a fierce independence that will not be silenced. It's about peace. Read it.<br /><br /><br /><br />THE "PARANORMAL ROMANCE, VAMPIRE WEREWOLF LOVE TRIANGLE" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />ECLIPSE by Stephenie Meyer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAkNZuMIDFjzcG6TJ6UwLI0dlmKw7UxObZeJjPRqAqWxxWOzg5nG6RDHf4X0QMEqM33WERui6ha96Pnqc9kGUp-7qlKeB6xfJ8LkFB_y0ydHvQiUkquISl_rXC3eUHiabzJlCJ/s1600-h/eclipse-by-stephenie-meyer-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAkNZuMIDFjzcG6TJ6UwLI0dlmKw7UxObZeJjPRqAqWxxWOzg5nG6RDHf4X0QMEqM33WERui6ha96Pnqc9kGUp-7qlKeB6xfJ8LkFB_y0ydHvQiUkquISl_rXC3eUHiabzJlCJ/s400/eclipse-by-stephenie-meyer-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151384878976634146" /></a><br /><br />Are you kidding me? Edward may be physically perfect, educated, elegant, intelligent, freakishly strong, gentlemanly, musically talented, did I mention physically perfect- male model- gorgeous? But, like, <em> cold,</em> dude, and control freak much? Like, I'd totally take the ginormous 6' 7" brown skinned, black haired, funny, daredevil, sweetheart innocent minded <em>hot skinned</em> puppy dog native kid from the reservation up the road, any day. Did I mention 107 degrees hot? Literally, Jacob Black is hot. Bella is, like, such a drip. Can't stand the sight of blood and she's gonna marry a vampire. Duh. I cannot wait to see what Jacob's gonna do in the next book!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "BITTERSWEET IT'S OVER" AWARD goes to...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYBzlqASW6WBUKTwmxrkLEWic7LFmA_7jucVzer8NZXh9qiUBBL1sATNYOu6Z8wIxvvqco6vtCvoui6wxpgus-jixtHsHiscZoG8al751X9dLNgQnjV1KIpN87IpqjwIqCQmo/s1600-h/Harry+Potter+%26+the+Deathly+Hallows.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYBzlqASW6WBUKTwmxrkLEWic7LFmA_7jucVzer8NZXh9qiUBBL1sATNYOu6Z8wIxvvqco6vtCvoui6wxpgus-jixtHsHiscZoG8al751X9dLNgQnjV1KIpN87IpqjwIqCQmo/s400/Harry+Potter+%26+the+Deathly+Hallows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151386283430939986" /></a><br /><br />HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS by JK Rowling. Call me sappy but I cried all the way through it. Yeah, it really frustrated me in places. But where it excelled, it was amazing. Dobby, Snape, the Weasleys. Was the epilogue cheesy? Yeah. But look at it this way: after all the drama, a dash of peaceful normality was kinda nice. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "HEARTWARMING UPLIFTING TRAGICOMEDY TRIUMPH" AWARD goes to...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGXQB_gr5K9hOZR_kvzfGcj_9Cc2d9hVkUjXW2wi17J02rJYg0QuhSQHlRJyb6OwaaqrAYeCeW0WL28gnmKUKSVwOkXupspdMqahYy8hILpzuSKRLO_AJhK4w9nD0RkhgB7o5/s1600-h/Lottery+by+Patricia+Wood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGXQB_gr5K9hOZR_kvzfGcj_9Cc2d9hVkUjXW2wi17J02rJYg0QuhSQHlRJyb6OwaaqrAYeCeW0WL28gnmKUKSVwOkXupspdMqahYy8hILpzuSKRLO_AJhK4w9nD0RkhgB7o5/s400/Lottery+by+Patricia+Wood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151386639913225570" /></a><br /><br />LOTTERY by Patricia Wood.<br /><br />A) No matter who you are, you should read this book. B) Who do you consider a hero? C) Who are your real friends and family? D) Does money really matter? E) Does intelligence really matter? F) These characters are gems. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "DAMAGED HERO" AWARD goes to...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBkjKOzA5Fu7z83_tyiEtTsN1bxKjbD5UxSL8bT5-Lvo_bKmCKt45bVV4fIrm8f6DFRePBAopMFR5stpC0VgF3Y3mQXbWFs7TtC3FweT0S936Kwx6wQanJSuqvxgxPRJia7Dy/s1600-h/51qdsxLpthL._AA240_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBkjKOzA5Fu7z83_tyiEtTsN1bxKjbD5UxSL8bT5-Lvo_bKmCKt45bVV4fIrm8f6DFRePBAopMFR5stpC0VgF3Y3mQXbWFs7TtC3FweT0S936Kwx6wQanJSuqvxgxPRJia7Dy/s400/51qdsxLpthL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151387198258974082" /></a><br /><br />UNDERCOVER PROTECTOR by Molly O'Keefe. I don't actually read much romance, but if you want to learn how to put together a plot, I suggest checking it out. A romantic hero has to have some emotional flaw that gives our heroine a challenge, but this hero is damaged physically as well. He's also charming, funny, and complex- everything to make a reader cheer for him. Plus, this is one gritty little story. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "LAUGH, CRY AND FEEL GOOD BY THE END" AWARD goes to...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXSnkfLOd_EILxhIcTeYpjMsH6rwj2DwLYEQwKXHKghEb8IPCGxcQ7V3T-TKy1YpusbAO7aChxLeyM7nEGT0qWjqKcD0n4tSKvZ-FhWC9YVSCDLk_KXpW67J8Y0Dg34kCZgeu/s1600-h/The+Penny+Tree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXSnkfLOd_EILxhIcTeYpjMsH6rwj2DwLYEQwKXHKghEb8IPCGxcQ7V3T-TKy1YpusbAO7aChxLeyM7nEGT0qWjqKcD0n4tSKvZ-FhWC9YVSCDLk_KXpW67J8Y0Dg34kCZgeu/s400/The+Penny+Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151386854661590386" /></a><br /><br />THE PENNY TREE by Holly Kennedy. I don't want to say too much about the plot because I don't want to give it away! I will say that the heroine's strange predicament- an anonymous admirer posts ads in the paper looking for her- adds up to some comedic moments, culminating in a surprise twist and yes, a couple of nose tingly teary moments. She's good that way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "I ONLY GO SEE ESCAPIST FANTASY AT THE MOVIE THEATRE" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />Me!<br /><br /><br /><br />THE "MICHELLE PFEIFFER ROCKS AND I WANT A GOAT CHARIOT" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />Stardust!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPVtNio4wLb5RfQzMdO09Ny0mD6OA1Nn2UD27UGjejoqB9BxcCMcpP1eEbRpTRbPjl2LztDK8ZhnZEgYd2GcS1HH7u3CfF0zyCWxgXsEzeDXC1B9NIVkkqjMAG8cjjlBNcmvv/s1600-h/stardust-poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPVtNio4wLb5RfQzMdO09Ny0mD6OA1Nn2UD27UGjejoqB9BxcCMcpP1eEbRpTRbPjl2LztDK8ZhnZEgYd2GcS1HH7u3CfF0zyCWxgXsEzeDXC1B9NIVkkqjMAG8cjjlBNcmvv/s400/stardust-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151388345015242130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLHUSYVARK34LcHI5PEszvUdjt-VK2gO5uNAORiZV0UMCweNocBJrzRnKpjhuN38mGbYasjIvn2uco84tBJowoniR3knd4Csr7ZaETx4HG-2HWmITVg2bffg9vq0bRscMjG0J/s1600-h/stardust+chariot.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLHUSYVARK34LcHI5PEszvUdjt-VK2gO5uNAORiZV0UMCweNocBJrzRnKpjhuN38mGbYasjIvn2uco84tBJowoniR3knd4Csr7ZaETx4HG-2HWmITVg2bffg9vq0bRscMjG0J/s400/stardust+chariot.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151388697202560418" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "GREAT VISUALS, THOSE KIDS ARE REALLY GROWING UP, AND ALAN RICKMAN RULES" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />Harry Potter And The Order of the Phoenix<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvSIcbmKo_eKlxLABXDJynhq-fteIn6sGMkrtJk2gQuU331hpzwmQz2Bugf3T4YBkygIjmy8fjaIU47OwsKYa3KVxakAMIk18oQrdQxCCVtSzgUTBJm3T6bL2xM_B6fxHMGdY/s1600-h/poster1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvSIcbmKo_eKlxLABXDJynhq-fteIn6sGMkrtJk2gQuU331hpzwmQz2Bugf3T4YBkygIjmy8fjaIU47OwsKYa3KVxakAMIk18oQrdQxCCVtSzgUTBJm3T6bL2xM_B6fxHMGdY/s400/poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151391965672672770" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Jv3t7plHitVsMvORDxb6LMfszmf3I2be1R35K8CuB6Eij10CAfILUxSNQo1EvpfXusBKiRkENELDOc1ahxRsDfvpo3603t4q5P7dW-HiGsb9I9XWmplIBUZz220C4_dSQ5vr/s1600-h/phoenix.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Jv3t7plHitVsMvORDxb6LMfszmf3I2be1R35K8CuB6Eij10CAfILUxSNQo1EvpfXusBKiRkENELDOc1ahxRsDfvpo3603t4q5P7dW-HiGsb9I9XWmplIBUZz220C4_dSQ5vr/s400/phoenix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151393017939660322" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "CONVOLUTED SWAGGERING RIDICULONG" AWARD, THE "I DON'T CARE I STILL LOVE IT" AWARD, <EM>AND</EM> THE "JOHNNY DEPP COULD READ THE PHONE BOOK AND I'D WATCH" AWARD goes to...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lhcJPwudHAl3DBlUp8oQgqSJj9fvF-QhIBwKp8xSUOg6QM0oAj4bWEgTSMVnu4hv2Cw3qEWqGOda7gqRWA3HyKAdJprfTG3mbpzYzyDZXZln-QVW8EZhH2jp03U9XzXFmWFN/s1600-h/piratesofthecaribbean+At+World%27s+End+Poster.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lhcJPwudHAl3DBlUp8oQgqSJj9fvF-QhIBwKp8xSUOg6QM0oAj4bWEgTSMVnu4hv2Cw3qEWqGOda7gqRWA3HyKAdJprfTG3mbpzYzyDZXZln-QVW8EZhH2jp03U9XzXFmWFN/s400/piratesofthecaribbean+At+World%27s+End+Poster.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151431466486894354" /></a><br /><br />Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64xsqupkI3k&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64xsqupkI3k&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />It is also the recipient of THE "I LOVE BRITISH MEN" AWARD (well that's obvious) as well as THE "I LOVE AUSTRALIAN MEN" AWARD<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDF70Ua2zmtkVLOBqF16kOPpg2IYBoeA-ly1dCXDkJn44rEOx5OySspGFYD6909d-4fb2olYOuHXnYwkvfgDYvcbDhwvco-4CAiK18jn_aSKic_3WcYS9X03TCXsvMnE4uRw2/s1600-h/barbossa+poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDF70Ua2zmtkVLOBqF16kOPpg2IYBoeA-ly1dCXDkJn44rEOx5OySspGFYD6909d-4fb2olYOuHXnYwkvfgDYvcbDhwvco-4CAiK18jn_aSKic_3WcYS9X03TCXsvMnE4uRw2/s400/barbossa+poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151391527586008562" /></a><br /><br />THE "KEEF IS WICKED COOL" AWARD<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivK5zf6p4stB2cc-4AJRcOggBV2AxUP6bbSWIbyX0tRAz45ixSt4HwnRB7x1g9ZbkeXO3WOyV9iceDCytBamIcB8cJ5NVI9MLiSRQJ7QI4FUO2yXzaU9S0YoKeUsUXn10eja-q/s1600-h/12900591.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivK5zf6p4stB2cc-4AJRcOggBV2AxUP6bbSWIbyX0tRAz45ixSt4HwnRB7x1g9ZbkeXO3WOyV9iceDCytBamIcB8cJ5NVI9MLiSRQJ7QI4FUO2yXzaU9S0YoKeUsUXn10eja-q/s400/12900591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151389912678305234" /></a><br /><br /><br />THE "EYE CANDY BEST PRESENTED COVERED IN GRIME" AWARD<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfcgz6ulayEjCdxY43sImHp1kpVTqYYL0oaAvk21VG_nvGuxSnIe6-sESbAXqsZ7poG2o8VCuB5dvhiKDTGPiC5JozUAH4aYzcpzWWmUBUF06iJqAGTaFAj4ljuifqbdl_N0i/s1600-h/ev_pirates_070523_ssh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfcgz6ulayEjCdxY43sImHp1kpVTqYYL0oaAvk21VG_nvGuxSnIe6-sESbAXqsZ7poG2o8VCuB5dvhiKDTGPiC5JozUAH4aYzcpzWWmUBUF06iJqAGTaFAj4ljuifqbdl_N0i/s400/ev_pirates_070523_ssh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151391007894965730" /></a><br /><br />as well as THE "SERIES OF AWESOME LINES AND GREAT SCENES HELD TOGETHER BY A MOSTLY CRAP MOVIE" AWARD.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0BxsmlOOIxzCAvFV9Hz4CDLpHY_UJ6HTZeJ65ax99obefE4XbUP7uD1SESTap2_BoINXkor23xbxjryMEAjt8kDC9B7sm22LYib-1JhTWBm1yCoNOkO34RIVW-NAZsNq4FHf/s1600-h/sand+bar+strut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0BxsmlOOIxzCAvFV9Hz4CDLpHY_UJ6HTZeJ65ax99obefE4XbUP7uD1SESTap2_BoINXkor23xbxjryMEAjt8kDC9B7sm22LYib-1JhTWBm1yCoNOkO34RIVW-NAZsNq4FHf/s400/sand+bar+strut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151389539016150466" /></a><br /><br />Oh and I almost forgot- THE "DAMN YOU, SHE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN HER OWN SHIP, SHE'S THE BIGGEST PIRATE OF EM ALL" AWARD. In other words, don't stick around for the epilogue after the credits. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpDuJpQZ7DClNaEsFKcv8Ukk8MwNgfJG2CC_zUufCFTH4JAHdrW36_w8e8Q81NWamHh1ZqSkofFxZIi-UQmOFIxANoSpz8qk02_43TkhbK565W8niKfUa6DK30qESUATobXB7/s1600-h/At-Worlds-End-Elizabeth-Swann-Poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpDuJpQZ7DClNaEsFKcv8Ukk8MwNgfJG2CC_zUufCFTH4JAHdrW36_w8e8Q81NWamHh1ZqSkofFxZIi-UQmOFIxANoSpz8qk02_43TkhbK565W8niKfUa6DK30qESUATobXB7/s400/At-Worlds-End-Elizabeth-Swann-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151389040799944114" /></a><br /><br />Oh I almost forgot to forget- THE "JERRY BRUCKSPLOSION PYRO AWARD FOR EXCELLENCE IN BLOWING S*** UP" AWARD! That pretty much goes without saying, really. <br /><br /><br /><br />THE "WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME THAT I MISSED THIS" AWARD goes to...<br /><br />Me, again. <br /><br />There was a BRAD PITT COWBOY MOVIE and I did not see it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLm-LXMLb4mUbPIDYzk4Wd3ruoVzp6ZC39WYyaWYQWLFVcPV-b8ta619E1O5I4DA5zRX3F-eB1taeeEJn1JoUoEde1Fa02IpdK1O5LTSjBiJgIZiuPIg4B7w8fgqVLO9QS_bLd/s1600-h/The+Assassination+of+Jesse+James.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLm-LXMLb4mUbPIDYzk4Wd3ruoVzp6ZC39WYyaWYQWLFVcPV-b8ta619E1O5I4DA5zRX3F-eB1taeeEJn1JoUoEde1Fa02IpdK1O5LTSjBiJgIZiuPIg4B7w8fgqVLO9QS_bLd/s400/The+Assassination+of+Jesse+James.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151432149386694434" /></a><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWMLGqtUoi0&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWMLGqtUoi0&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Seriously, what was I thinking????<br /><br />The scenery looks so bleak and beautiful. Never mind that I pretty much know how the story ends...<br /><br /><br /><br />THE "BEST MOVIE OF 2007 THAT I HAVEN'T SEEN" AWARD goes to...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ75bNkyZs_cBT5IU9rOKhekgH97AlbrzGFDSFA37sn1E0LloEHQnlXQleKX8Q098bHJYmBZoijVMPS3I5GiQWEiHGiRqU7eGxdLB3hCQsnuOgmixGoGmssYvO-7xMrh6tnpjL/s1600-h/sweeney-todd-2007-version-poster1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ75bNkyZs_cBT5IU9rOKhekgH97AlbrzGFDSFA37sn1E0LloEHQnlXQleKX8Q098bHJYmBZoijVMPS3I5GiQWEiHGiRqU7eGxdLB3hCQsnuOgmixGoGmssYvO-7xMrh6tnpjL/s400/sweeney-todd-2007-version-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151435340547395378" /></a><br /><br />Sweeney Todd. It showed up here just a week before the year ended...and I haven't been able to get out of the house to see it. Damn you, music industry! Let Jethro go! Unshackle him! I don't want to go see it alone because it's all, like, scary and stuff. Bloooooody! But so stylin...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs4WWxXsolt9UkJ9aya3rwgGktMNzWWxWocJDJFyDoGQyPCSnw2Z6aK0OOLIIeGJ-tr5O_YdPzq9_7zPG-iFBlBfnLuyeybzxq9EZkZ4FEuHmEKUcpNLBrOFdq8mEjhhUsCcH/s1600-h/05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs4WWxXsolt9UkJ9aya3rwgGktMNzWWxWocJDJFyDoGQyPCSnw2Z6aK0OOLIIeGJ-tr5O_YdPzq9_7zPG-iFBlBfnLuyeybzxq9EZkZ4FEuHmEKUcpNLBrOFdq8mEjhhUsCcH/s400/05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151435662669942594" /></a><br /><br />But you know how I feel about Tim Burton. You know this. All the still shots are gorgeous- dark, shadowed, with a palette of black and grey and crimson. Just beautiful. Some of my favourite actors are in this film! Johnny! Helena! Alan Rickman!!! <br /><br />I have to sweet talk somebody into seeing this movie with me!<br /><br />Best of all, high point of my year, favourite award here...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE "RECORDING ENGINEER OF THE YEAR/ GUY I LOVE THE MOST IN THE WHOLE WORLD" AWARD goes to...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG02eM6W5rt-6KmmJcIWc0Spa3-iLgqXHu4kSU9KHwavGp_duEGtMKjYJsW-ChOypycxf09NBLRSfZl1bBOQjAvE6fSa_TyArtg_uMxgx9WUsOb-QxtjDXlW1R9TogokJvfhv/s1600-h/juno+speech+pointing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG02eM6W5rt-6KmmJcIWc0Spa3-iLgqXHu4kSU9KHwavGp_duEGtMKjYJsW-ChOypycxf09NBLRSfZl1bBOQjAvE6fSa_TyArtg_uMxgx9WUsOb-QxtjDXlW1R9TogokJvfhv/s400/juno+speech+pointing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151435989087457106" /></a><br /><br />My one n only. <br /><br />It's been a good year. Hang on tight for 2008!Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-53360645491886038642007-11-27T20:36:00.000-08:002007-12-03T07:27:56.425-08:00RAISING SAND by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzPbkqk9KaXL_OOy2LR8CzcGRKp3IpxIjy90EwbCfA_c8SdrY3KmOVDKoXmdTd2ebunv1dmQwjCSskQBdJf_kShR7gI38SnPocNzQqicz64KmIV4WC_VWpc_bLm0Pcr6nfdCX/s1600-h/Raising+Sand+album+cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzPbkqk9KaXL_OOy2LR8CzcGRKp3IpxIjy90EwbCfA_c8SdrY3KmOVDKoXmdTd2ebunv1dmQwjCSskQBdJf_kShR7gI38SnPocNzQqicz64KmIV4WC_VWpc_bLm0Pcr6nfdCX/s400/Raising+Sand+album+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137751537340577090" /></a><br />Sometimes an album comes along that is so different, so unique and so darn special that it keeps you coming back for another listen, over and over. This is the one.<br /><br />The first thing that sets it apart is the unexpected collaboration. He's a 59 year old heavy metal pioneer who was one of the first great archetypal rock stars. She's a 36 year old bluegrass artist who sings, writes, plays fiddle and produces. <br /><br />Together, they've made a record that spans decades and moods and never turns out like you expect, and yet, it makes so much sense that I find myself wondering why this didn't happen sooner!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoz0DAPIFk7AYTkBE0Uw7NefI64YeNhShqogUXjpLiSwHzpvhxsJGNIvlsVHaePhhmcGy_WaU8Pw8-uPDHCwPyLAmTN5JOJ8I2AQPKTTMo_UPqehqLy4Pxx5S4PE9iH10Cr4m/s1600-h/plant_krauss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoz0DAPIFk7AYTkBE0Uw7NefI64YeNhShqogUXjpLiSwHzpvhxsJGNIvlsVHaePhhmcGy_WaU8Pw8-uPDHCwPyLAmTN5JOJ8I2AQPKTTMo_UPqehqLy4Pxx5S4PE9iH10Cr4m/s400/plant_krauss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137751541635544418" /></a><br /><br /><br />The most important thing for my recording engineer husband is that THIS RECORD SOUNDS SO GOOD. You can thank T Bone Burnett for that. The band is solid and everything sounds <em>right</em>. This record has passed the following tests:<br />-the Jethro test<br />-the Jetta test<br />-the dining room test<br />-the iPod test<br /><br />I'm not worried about the Grandma test...when I told my mom about this record she brightened up and said, "Oh. I like Robert Plant." I tried not to show it but I was kinda floored. I had no idea! After twenty years of me going on and on about this guy, and now she fesses up! <br /><br />As for the Papa test...My ol man LOVES harmonies. He loves to sing it and listen to it. We played a couple of songs for him, resulting in a smile and "Mm hmm!" which is the seal of approval from this guy. <br /><br />Seriously, if you appreciate harmony, this is it. Plant has stated in interviews that Krauss taught him how to sing. <br /><br /> !!!! <br /><br />He hadn't ever sung harmony with another singer. He'd recorded a part above his own melody part but this was very different.<br /><br />And does he ever sound good. He's dropped the rock god persona, and just sings beautifully. As for Alison Krauss, I have never heard her sound anything but gorgeous and she does not disappoint.<br /><br />It's quite spine tingling how well their voices work together.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwhOh_tjTS9G2jw2llg5B5smNTMe4Qxg3ReVcsmqlh_86hZ4W2Yg20OXeXJEN3sHVUXEWz7u6Ce59iWLKWbsxQXuAoRTU629R67-j3CJPRr4Bx-geoZ9T1aiANIA2PoShQfP6/s1600-h/plant+%26+krauss+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwhOh_tjTS9G2jw2llg5B5smNTMe4Qxg3ReVcsmqlh_86hZ4W2Yg20OXeXJEN3sHVUXEWz7u6Ce59iWLKWbsxQXuAoRTU629R67-j3CJPRr4Bx-geoZ9T1aiANIA2PoShQfP6/s400/plant+%26+krauss+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137751541635544402" /></a><br /><br /><br />What I really love is that you are never really sure what time or era this all takes place in. There's something old sounding about it, evoking visions of sunlight streaming into a dusty room where two musicians pluck strings and sing...like you aren't even supposed to be there to hear it. But it's also modern- polished, perfected, professional.<br /><br />It's not bluegrass...it's not rock...it's not country. <br /><br />It's...<br /><br />Unexpected? Awesome. <br /><br />Bottom line, what counts more than anything else in music, the SONGS are excellent. <br /><br />With this glowing review you'd think I knew somebody who worked on it. I don't. However, I do know somebody who <em> wishes</em> he'd had a chance to be a part of this record!Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-79041188833686191552007-10-22T15:21:00.000-07:002007-10-22T15:41:22.300-07:00LOTTERY by Patricia WoodI should have told you about this book two months ago when I read it! Why am I so behind???? <br /><br />I think you should read this. I don't care who you are- read this special gem of a book. It's a great concept, well written, will make you laugh out loud and weep like you don't care who's watching, and most of all, will make you really care about the characters in the story!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7BVysyJfild0VDL96QUfEue25dLsPxdaY9gqd8a_inJualznQWkILr98__2kn2qiTVRKB2F-PftlrWC02fasO4azv_0ZG67SAfCmQm2KV5Cas-MDPu4NFwbAp53a1AplDV22/s1600-h/imageDB.cgi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM7BVysyJfild0VDL96QUfEue25dLsPxdaY9gqd8a_inJualznQWkILr98__2kn2qiTVRKB2F-PftlrWC02fasO4azv_0ZG67SAfCmQm2KV5Cas-MDPu4NFwbAp53a1AplDV22/s400/imageDB.cgi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124294670168514786" /></a><br /><br /><br />The official blurb: <em>"Perry’s IQ is only 76, but he’s not stupid. His grandmother taught him everything he needs to know to survive: She taught him to write things down so he won’t forget them. She taught him to play the lottery every week. And, most important, she taught him whom to trust. When Gram dies, Perry is left orphaned and bereft at the age of thirty-one. Then his weekly Washington State Lottery ticket wins him 12 million dollars, and he finds he has more family than he knows what to do with..." </em><br /><br />The triumphant accomplishment here is the VOICE. You are getting this story through the experience of Perry L Crandall, and you will never doubt him for a second. The author, Patricia Wood, is a 50 year old woman who lives on a boat in Hawaii, has been in the army, is a PhD student, professional horsewoman, and generally sharp perky person! Imagine how she got so perfectly into the skin of this character, who insists that he is not retarded. He's slow, but not retarded. There is a difference, and by the end of this book, you'll know it. <br /><br />It ends up being a study in human behaviour- both the best and the worst. I gobbled it up and couldn't put it down. Highly recommended!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.pkwood.blogspot.com/">Here's the blog</a><br /><br /><a href="http://patriciawoodauthor.com/">And here's the website!</a>Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-39842145466392427312007-08-17T09:25:00.000-07:002007-08-17T12:15:46.541-07:00Why a 36 year old woman is reading teen fiction...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHE697ZjhaX9Ukh7OMnhiZdVsZk9_qOM_gO2hUQBUycEBXdf-L7QvN_r-qNkkKBgqGZ0vp1-1ckjvWMLIhhEUtJsuIeBmSPk5Bbjv1jKY_S0dlZHCCX9zc2n92DRUB4zKr1eS/s1600-h/C_1416917489.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsHE697ZjhaX9Ukh7OMnhiZdVsZk9_qOM_gO2hUQBUycEBXdf-L7QvN_r-qNkkKBgqGZ0vp1-1ckjvWMLIhhEUtJsuIeBmSPk5Bbjv1jKY_S0dlZHCCX9zc2n92DRUB4zKr1eS/s200/C_1416917489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099706986039961554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJluCPN64nvu68EdnLW_onehGVlLPLaTBPxFJKfkLXpVuLGFDuZ1BWl-uXDYYhK1YYoQpGI4HYa6XXspcmSklaFp_V9binyEoNaTjrORH8D-2olrWIPGCEWPOAY3YE7C6WY7K/s1600-h/511TANANkIL._AA240_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJluCPN64nvu68EdnLW_onehGVlLPLaTBPxFJKfkLXpVuLGFDuZ1BWl-uXDYYhK1YYoQpGI4HYa6XXspcmSklaFp_V9binyEoNaTjrORH8D-2olrWIPGCEWPOAY3YE7C6WY7K/s200/511TANANkIL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099706913025517506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMIzP1ihHZdqlKkFPdn_mV01mNGFOIJ5DV17RcsyCErIy1opGc0bnYbSkjKVLGazLNf-kZoA4CK4jAuO7xyFZgcIb1wfHgq0iWN4hWAiqrlJzZFgT_Cdd4t5VCjDPc9412JA5/s1600-h/41EGRD3Z10L._AA240_.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMIzP1ihHZdqlKkFPdn_mV01mNGFOIJ5DV17RcsyCErIy1opGc0bnYbSkjKVLGazLNf-kZoA4CK4jAuO7xyFZgcIb1wfHgq0iWN4hWAiqrlJzZFgT_Cdd4t5VCjDPc9412JA5/s200/41EGRD3Z10L._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099706646737545122" /></a><br /><br /><br /> I JUDGE BOOKS BY THEIR COVERS. There. I said it. How could I walk past any of these in a library or a store and not want to read them? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There's more to it than that, though. Being the mother of a 13 year old girl, I want to know what my kid is reading. Even more than that, as a writer who hopes to publish a peer to these three books, I need to what's out there. <br /><br />Above all, there is some excellent stuff out there. You should never let the "Young Adult" label scare you away. Many of these books are proving to be crossover successes, and some are shelved in two sections. Why wouldn't you read Young Adult fiction even if you're over 21? You were once a kid, were you not? <br /><br />Earlier this summer I read THE POSSIBILITY OF FIREFLIES by Dominique Paul. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjbO3ORH9g3hwpagnj6B5JyYmAAqzOZTQofhNFT34ldvyYvW1Lz26NHmvEvRR2S9gS8SVDi8ICSKpgeE-ahJF8hiwaM_z6v0xLNlJ19pSk1p-zGVliU5deLIs4OJsWbcslvZX/s1600-h/41EGRD3Z10L._AA240_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjbO3ORH9g3hwpagnj6B5JyYmAAqzOZTQofhNFT34ldvyYvW1Lz26NHmvEvRR2S9gS8SVDi8ICSKpgeE-ahJF8hiwaM_z6v0xLNlJ19pSk1p-zGVliU5deLIs4OJsWbcslvZX/s400/41EGRD3Z10L._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099720343388252130" /></a><br />I was drawn to it because it's set in 1987, which was a very good year for me, and because the main character's love interest is a fledgling rock star. Well here's the catch- and you know there must always be a catch because otherwise there's no reason to read- Ellie is a 14 year old kid who keeps getting locked out of the house because Mom's out partying...and Leo is TWENTY.<br /><br />Yep. Ick factor. I had to know how this was all going to play out.<br /><br />This is a beautifully written story. The author got the details right and created a few characters that will feel instantly familiar. The hero of the story does prove to be a hero, but that's all I'll say. <br /><br />What I loved about this book was the sense of hopefulness. Even though this kid is in a neglectful and mentally abusive situation, she never gives up. <br /><br />What I didn't love about this book was the incredible sense of self awareness. Ellie is <em>almost</em> believable as an extremely sensitive and intelligent girl, but I couldn't help but feel, as a chick who was there, doing that, at that time, that the awareness was filtered through a mind that has had time to look back. <br /><br />One other thing sort of bugged me. I couldn't figure out exactly <em>why</em> the story was set in 1987. The parties and rock stars? Because it was a good year for hair metal? Because it was exactly twenty years before the publication of the book? Because the author was a kid then? I suspected that this may have been a partially autobiographical story, especially after reading the acknowledgments. This worries me. I have a nice little raw novel waiting to be seen, and it is not an autobiography. I made it up. It's fiction. However, we, as readers, always want to associate the writer with the written. I was doing that as I read this book. I want to think that an author knows, from experience, exactly what she is talking about, because it makes the fictional story more believable. However, I don't want a thinly disguised version of what really happened. I suspected that Dominique Paul changed the names and called it a story...and I fear that it'll be suspected of me too.<br /><br />This was a valuable lesson for me as a writer. I have to tell a new story, not my own. I can use my own story for a starting block but it can't be my life (and it isn't.) Most of all, because I set mine in a similar time period, I have to make sure it's for a reason. If there's no significance to that date, it might as well be set in the present. (There are reasons for setting it in the 80s, besides just liking the tunes of the time!)<br /><br />I'm willing to forgive it, because it's a good solid little book. Despite the nasty life situation that our heroine is in, it's a sweet story. Ellie is likeable, and by the end, you'll be cheering for her to overcome her troubles. I even squeezed out a few sobs for her. You're gonna be okay, Ellie!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUZekKFuWorMkXCFINxr2yLhyby_PRCpFBYs-l6BaixgZPuTZ52FSYReEdI_Xf0sPTVWXJ2dMd-DyXsdtAEKMD_eeBFAkwKgJr_9p7MoIHJadGZJFqnRAu2Ywd4LXgqovfHk4/s1600-h/C_34751405.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUZekKFuWorMkXCFINxr2yLhyby_PRCpFBYs-l6BaixgZPuTZ52FSYReEdI_Xf0sPTVWXJ2dMd-DyXsdtAEKMD_eeBFAkwKgJr_9p7MoIHJadGZJFqnRAu2Ywd4LXgqovfHk4/s400/C_34751405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099722830174316562" /></a><br />A little internet digging told me that Dominique Paul, who is a screenwriter, will be directing the feature film. How's that for a first time novelist? I think it'll make an excellent movie. The things that bugged me won't show up. Only the triumphant story will come through. Mothers who partied like rock stars twenty years ago can take their daughters to see it. Whether they sit together or not will be entirely up to them...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Soon after, I read EXIT HERE by Jason Myers. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI48oi7XjnLFUbUac8CMfWf_ztq3lRqnYhqcppE_HzVMGY8RMJOJVNAI8lYDYBwMNrbU-jqUsyLvctcontGXPkU9o8wuD1ON-bqtw-DKHDFhyphenhyphenlKdzV5HKBd3JGwP1v8APBM_tT/s1600-h/C_1416917489.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI48oi7XjnLFUbUac8CMfWf_ztq3lRqnYhqcppE_HzVMGY8RMJOJVNAI8lYDYBwMNrbU-jqUsyLvctcontGXPkU9o8wuD1ON-bqtw-DKHDFhyphenhyphenlKdzV5HKBd3JGwP1v8APBM_tT/s400/C_1416917489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099720704165505026" /></a><br />Again, the author claims to have lived the life and knew guys like the main character. The author lived to tell about it, which is more than can be said for a few of the kids in the story. <br /><br />This is an absolutely harrowing story. Every one of the college age characters is shallow, self centred, materialistic, and rude. They live by their cell phones. They lie to each other. Their friendships are based on who's got the best drugs and whose pants are most likely to come off. I couldn't help but wonder....<em>is this really what it's like to be a young urban American today?</em><br /><br />I have to say, this book never breaks character. The voice of Travis is believable because it is unwavering. He and all of his friends are consistently unlikeable. In fact, they are all so shallow, they all sound alike.<br /><br />Many times I closed the book and considered not opening it again. But I did. I kept on reading. I had to know what drove Travis, and would he decide to leave the hollow life of partying and drugging and hooking up? I had to know what the deal was with his ex-girlfriend. I had to know what the hell happened in Hawaii. <br /><br />Jason Myers wisely dropped little clues into the story. It seemed to be nothing more than a diary of endless clubs and bathrooms and living rooms and text messages, but the mystery catches up with the reader almost unaware. And then you're caught and you have to know. <br /><br />My picky picky problem is that by halfway in, I got sick of the constant band references. It got to sounding like the author wanted to name drop every band he's heard of in the last five years. However, it made sense. It suited the vibe of the story and most of all, suited the personalities involved. It's all about who you know. <br /><br />The ending is basically the only one it could be. It is not happy. But it's the only outcome it could have. If you're looking for a gritty story, and you've got a strong stomache, read this. <br /><br />The best one of the bunch was not even shelved in the Young Adult section of the bookstore. ANTHEM OF A RELUCTANT PROPHET by Joanne Proulx is one of the <a href="http://www.stokumsucks.com/">best books I've read this year.</a> And, the cover is just gorgeous. This little photo doesn't show the details so you'll have to trust me on it. I'm including it in the list of teen fiction because I do think there are teenagers that are ready for a book this heavy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgRMGfZKO8SmrLiY8Ve0YckRg9CT6C1jUlbqZCYcHIou3vwN3Im6i_rK-pqhexuc8yB6AxbnrditwSsmFn5RrTzaNVCbaL0zxKaQ2d_TQ_IJYcUNLGoa5gny-OxZRneDZSDpK/s1600-h/511TANANkIL._AA240_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgRMGfZKO8SmrLiY8Ve0YckRg9CT6C1jUlbqZCYcHIou3vwN3Im6i_rK-pqhexuc8yB6AxbnrditwSsmFn5RrTzaNVCbaL0zxKaQ2d_TQ_IJYcUNLGoa5gny-OxZRneDZSDpK/s400/511TANANkIL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099720498007074802" /></a><br />I couldn't find a flaw in this novel. The voice is perfect, the hero is typical teenage sarcasm on the outside and accurate sensitivity on the inside. The cultural details are right. This book touches on death, love, fear, religion, sexuality, drugs, alienation, identity. <br /><br />There is some imagery in this book that could break your heart. I wept several times. Not that weeping is the criteria for a good novel, or even that it's hard to squeeze tears out of me, but honestly, parts of this book are painfully beautiful. That's it's told from the point of view of a 17 year old boy makes it more touching.<br /><br />But here's the thing- it's funny. Luke says one thing while thinking another and it's like comedic subtitles flashing in front of your eyes. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpqktHpREA4PZfyNjKwBAOZSPLbsSV9Ei5qpAFneWaPYbjn6GvA4icWweP_O_S0LxfvpTt44bPeQqceOcDfEZ6hjbc0iMiJ6odLKYdRfgiKK9HaUXnVFWigVyk8VxIhT_oass/s1600-h/JoanneProulx2006.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpqktHpREA4PZfyNjKwBAOZSPLbsSV9Ei5qpAFneWaPYbjn6GvA4icWweP_O_S0LxfvpTt44bPeQqceOcDfEZ6hjbc0iMiJ6odLKYdRfgiKK9HaUXnVFWigVyk8VxIhT_oass/s400/JoanneProulx2006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099723014857910306" /></a><br />Joanne Proulx has taken a highly unlikely premise- a kid has death premonitions- and makes it totally believable. It's because of the perfect voice of Luke Hunter, the classic smart kid posing as a slacker in order to ease his overworking mind. <br /><br />It's a painful subject. The death of a friend has a horrible impact on these kids, especially on the one who casually predicted it. <br /><br />Again, here I am associating the writer and the written...but it must be said that this book, told in first person by a teenage boy, was written by an adult woman. And she got it. She totally nailed it. I've never been a teenage boy myself, but I believed every word. <br /><br />I highly recommend this book. (and not just because I'm supporting my fellow Canadians!)<br /><br /><br />All three of these are debut novels. And each author thanked their agent...Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-85837859214024711562007-08-13T08:10:00.000-07:002007-08-13T09:55:01.638-07:00STARDUST: The book. The movie.This is great- I can tell you about both at the same time!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLG48cL4SgvfFf46FpZB71JgKO7Zw-uPjalgxupM_CV7KDVQ7eoS-4TqftWZWe0Jt8iTYMgm8nw8sAyW8V8TnquMLw1X5fICJsLKh_TfeZjSKGdMzT2xkpxITtu-mSAVcezmT/s1600-h/stardust-poster-0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLG48cL4SgvfFf46FpZB71JgKO7Zw-uPjalgxupM_CV7KDVQ7eoS-4TqftWZWe0Jt8iTYMgm8nw8sAyW8V8TnquMLw1X5fICJsLKh_TfeZjSKGdMzT2xkpxITtu-mSAVcezmT/s400/stardust-poster-0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098220007322661650" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7I9wTa-KVRHz2epHgqgHFVSvSRTekfWvfeGhlQhSNDpNlpfBeldYX_bh-bMJZmb-mpK5FZZ1AvgREUq0D1dxJtrkI8kQhvU_Z_FKUdYI_wfpua3AFJXYoO9xR0zlD8LL7ai-7/s1600-h/n187845.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7I9wTa-KVRHz2epHgqgHFVSvSRTekfWvfeGhlQhSNDpNlpfBeldYX_bh-bMJZmb-mpK5FZZ1AvgREUq0D1dxJtrkI8kQhvU_Z_FKUdYI_wfpua3AFJXYoO9xR0zlD8LL7ai-7/s400/n187845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098223086814212946" /></a><br /><br /><br />Of course, this brings up the old debate. The book's better than the movie. The movie's better than the book. I can tell you right now, they are just different. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga3oy6Y1qhbgt_WzED1ogRWv7oagtFohkn6bdPoSCXV85bIFydD6CcGCxqx9MK20YtfH14864t4WmpjO97YnPqMJSGxymQEA1QRDS8c-Uz5-6PtZkuHUZPap7b5adcHA1PSrm/s1600-h/stardust1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga3oy6Y1qhbgt_WzED1ogRWv7oagtFohkn6bdPoSCXV85bIFydD6CcGCxqx9MK20YtfH14864t4WmpjO97YnPqMJSGxymQEA1QRDS8c-Uz5-6PtZkuHUZPap7b5adcHA1PSrm/s400/stardust1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098223340217283426" /></a><br />The book is deeper, obviously, more detailed, and more magical. It has serious undertones of sinister bloodiness which really got sucked out for the movie. I'd even go so far as to say that the movie dumbed it down quite a bit, but it had to be done. Any book will have to streamlined to compact it into an hour+ of visual storytelling. <br /><br />The book is fascinating and horrifying and gives a contented ending.<br /><br />The movie is a sweet fairy tale with a bit of mild scariness, and gives us the perfect happy ending. <br /><br />I recommend both. Book first, then movie.<br /><br />My biggest complaint is that in typical Hollywood movie style (yeah, I know, the director is English) the movie had to climax with a) a chase scene and b) a girl strapped to a table helpless about to get her heart cut out waiting for her boy to rescue her scene. <br /><br />Robert DeNiro's flouncy lightning pirate was obviously played for cheap laughs. Obviously. What other kind of lightning pirate could there be? This was barely a blip in the novel. I didn't really get why the screenwriters would cut out a lot of the book's nuances in favour of a cheap laugh...but...I guess we all love the cheap laugh, don't we? Don't we? He was kind of cute. Doncha think?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXAksGjFl3di-1isszvT20LAMXU3H5BPNgWRLOOqKj6hoIofijQ4RZb_iLR5dNvzmzBovk6FLRFgcMsPWxxweovm6fJftxDxFQPqtGZKGrRdGfuX3dfgGk3KOh70ag-ilNJt4/s1600-h/stardust-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXAksGjFl3di-1isszvT20LAMXU3H5BPNgWRLOOqKj6hoIofijQ4RZb_iLR5dNvzmzBovk6FLRFgcMsPWxxweovm6fJftxDxFQPqtGZKGrRdGfuX3dfgGk3KOh70ag-ilNJt4/s400/stardust-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098218924990902994" /></a><br /><br />Other than that I really enjoyed it. <br /><br />As far as casting goes, I believe Claire Danes was the right choice to play the star. She has harsh features, beautiful without being pretty, and very expressionate. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQOfLeZxTmqL9xj09x6LTipY8HRI3U9GGuIUICQZ5tyqgVKuhF0uwOtN5r5C8Wqw2wIvinlWCgHYmU4xFPw25LHKvIerGxKhgEm77f1j3-C3tjg4CGHIS_ckpqf4cDMfyLG7_/s1600-h/Stardust700.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTQOfLeZxTmqL9xj09x6LTipY8HRI3U9GGuIUICQZ5tyqgVKuhF0uwOtN5r5C8Wqw2wIvinlWCgHYmU4xFPw25LHKvIerGxKhgEm77f1j3-C3tjg4CGHIS_ckpqf4cDMfyLG7_/s400/Stardust700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098228275134706578" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoW0cLqa1omSy_XmTW1xW7e3Fs5rcY5g6YY7GSWOv6AqRpN9XoKscs1zb631PMWFOgRwk-p_ud4bVupdLpJu7Y2V9GacsRW7FXDtPGee3_-ZqftLxd8i5v2ILASRLbjAtDSAJm/s1600-h/stardust-7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoW0cLqa1omSy_XmTW1xW7e3Fs5rcY5g6YY7GSWOv6AqRpN9XoKscs1zb631PMWFOgRwk-p_ud4bVupdLpJu7Y2V9GacsRW7FXDtPGee3_-ZqftLxd8i5v2ILASRLbjAtDSAJm/s400/stardust-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098219771099460354" /></a><br /><br />Young Charlie Cox played Tristan as innocent and dumb as a box of rocks, but finally smartens him up enough that we want to cheer for him. He manages to stop looking so stunned and get his mouth closed.<br /><br />Peter O'Toole got his five minutes to play the magnificently crusty deathbed King.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MezbTNUvukVNA6xnZ96RcsIuCq55axI5ueSvCsEbw3N7UeSnwlx17J2ImtSMGDuAkVdbrB7z446WLfXI1gtTEY5BADVEb96RClmYh_dw0gMTtbTKdDe7kPupcgsN_52AOJ1P/s1600-h/stardust-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MezbTNUvukVNA6xnZ96RcsIuCq55axI5ueSvCsEbw3N7UeSnwlx17J2ImtSMGDuAkVdbrB7z446WLfXI1gtTEY5BADVEb96RClmYh_dw0gMTtbTKdDe7kPupcgsN_52AOJ1P/s400/stardust-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098219406027240178" /></a><br /><br />Sienna Miller as the shallow, materialistic, pretty and totally unlikeable tease, Victoria, was genius, because...well, she was perfect.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpWuLz6YgDDSCKi3I24v1PyANFpoZfbUK9BKXw5btJxbqWWrMyYgifiqDMs-TWV7aChDPvBj1eOoLc7Y0urShgcEj_ro6VOlQPk9jRFdLt7rr86ARweA41xVnzFDvG77YQa18/s1600-h/stardust6.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpWuLz6YgDDSCKi3I24v1PyANFpoZfbUK9BKXw5btJxbqWWrMyYgifiqDMs-TWV7aChDPvBj1eOoLc7Y0urShgcEj_ro6VOlQPk9jRFdLt7rr86ARweA41xVnzFDvG77YQa18/s400/stardust6.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098220432524423986" /></a><br /><br />Watch for Jason Flemyng as Primus. Very understated. I think he's a great actor that we don't see enough of over here. Although we did see quite a bit of Primus. Here's what really jolted me about him: all of these comparisons to The Princess Bride, and I really only saw it in Primus. He reminded me of the Six Fingered Man. <br /><br />I loved Melanie Hill as Ditchwater Sal. So uncouth. So trashy. And I want a yellow caravan like that.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCc42vHEB2Ouo271rvcyTaaTeasxP5TUYfIZmHEv6sHd_3oF8QAulkjvUdjNYZ9SR98goqv0bobzXeJtzKoP0P64nK7kX_Oh6nPEYw2XZOUX3fCNXBIgbqizY5iQ4EupfdhGLl/s1600-h/stardust-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCc42vHEB2Ouo271rvcyTaaTeasxP5TUYfIZmHEv6sHd_3oF8QAulkjvUdjNYZ9SR98goqv0bobzXeJtzKoP0P64nK7kX_Oh6nPEYw2XZOUX3fCNXBIgbqizY5iQ4EupfdhGLl/s400/stardust-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098219101084562146" /></a><br /><br />And as for the performance everybody's talking about...Michelle Pfeiffer as Lamia the Witch. Brilliant. In real life, she is 49 years old. I'm so glad they didn't opt to have a chick in her 20s play the young beautiful witch. She is gorgeous, with depth. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4RyWD1S7jGMLqI5z_ud8VBrfuRvyidiGU0DWw3StfcI7LqxkEUtLkVxysCJy4TZiftC2g3bX2vUkt_Ms4izTKOs5hOFl0eX1ceCX_4dCYLUFnc8x5tCHfv3WhOpiEijIUYFy/s1600-h/plex-flex-in-051807.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4RyWD1S7jGMLqI5z_ud8VBrfuRvyidiGU0DWw3StfcI7LqxkEUtLkVxysCJy4TZiftC2g3bX2vUkt_Ms4izTKOs5hOFl0eX1ceCX_4dCYLUFnc8x5tCHfv3WhOpiEijIUYFy/s400/plex-flex-in-051807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098226131946025842" /></a><br />Although she does't look like the print version of the witch, she got the perfect mix of pretty on the outside and evil on the inside. It was great fun watching her desperation increase as her looks withered.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5-2JnFwOn6yvNOIN1s6RDUo1Lg4YG_kaIdaGkVkKTD3LRtbITo_d-loejVZIElKlJq9Np_ACq7aGAVU9IzlSIcIX66CgEWWwZ3b-k-DYWNyBeIHVEPbRLfdE2Girgwrt92XX/s1600-h/stardust-michelle-pfeiffer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5-2JnFwOn6yvNOIN1s6RDUo1Lg4YG_kaIdaGkVkKTD3LRtbITo_d-loejVZIElKlJq9Np_ACq7aGAVU9IzlSIcIX66CgEWWwZ3b-k-DYWNyBeIHVEPbRLfdE2Girgwrt92XX/s400/stardust-michelle-pfeiffer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098226664521970562" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fLJtcpmyDalW9J4sZSxYRjtFaFRlb_FDDnqNAbydSpvZ6-pFNHzRvbF9BnlY0lX6ti3HumO9LPXUjLqiuEMcqW2oUR9vs1YRhF6nY0xP8azKU3nTrpHIFb5G9lVdZdbJ5Tzf/s1600-h/stardust8.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fLJtcpmyDalW9J4sZSxYRjtFaFRlb_FDDnqNAbydSpvZ6-pFNHzRvbF9BnlY0lX6ti3HumO9LPXUjLqiuEMcqW2oUR9vs1YRhF6nY0xP8azKU3nTrpHIFb5G9lVdZdbJ5Tzf/s400/stardust8.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098221085359452994" /></a><br /><br />Suddenly, I very much want two billy goats and a chariot. Maybe I always did want that. <br /><br />If you want to move beyond a few chuckles and some knock-down, drag-out magic duels, I highly recommend the book. <br /><br />Of course, I'm a fresh new recent convert to Neil Gaiman's work. He's got a seamless blend of horror and fantasy. Do check it out. <br /><br /><br />Every time I see a movie based on a novel, I feel anxious that the whole thing will be ruined for me. Once you've seen the movie, your brain sees the actors when you read the book. Your imagination has been hijacked. At least this movie didn't totally stink up the story for me. It could have gone terribly wrong...Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26116628.post-22487727160941987062007-07-04T06:26:00.000-07:002007-07-04T06:53:42.102-07:00THE TIN BOX and THE PENNY TREE by Holly Kennedy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOzhUxcr1Y6yRHgykFC_qp1XsT23RVAGapm-rzhgpdcJi-exv0yi_TT-bvz7W6L_n7AqVEL5HB0DmldjBCJVP1mF0YTk2gWhD66aYMPM46wP-K0BzaiIx8SnneaOeqspxvKYn/s1600-h/gse_multipart53117.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOzhUxcr1Y6yRHgykFC_qp1XsT23RVAGapm-rzhgpdcJi-exv0yi_TT-bvz7W6L_n7AqVEL5HB0DmldjBCJVP1mF0YTk2gWhD66aYMPM46wP-K0BzaiIx8SnneaOeqspxvKYn/s400/gse_multipart53117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083337138959103394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nWU2_TAQa_zdtecLxv9CVt5EcFcxzsglYGwIkpga_HRE54G7WW7tsVhXByF84igsQWBK0TRjLRx_8DBbebF67w0JubWgSsGr1s_17b5dqexrE9leosVwxJQZE5K3EQ1jZsco/s1600-h/gse_multipart51127.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nWU2_TAQa_zdtecLxv9CVt5EcFcxzsglYGwIkpga_HRE54G7WW7tsVhXByF84igsQWBK0TRjLRx_8DBbebF67w0JubWgSsGr1s_17b5dqexrE9leosVwxJQZE5K3EQ1jZsco/s400/gse_multipart51127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083337035879888274" /></a><br />If you're looking for something good to read this summer, let me point you to Holly Kennedy. I'm a little biased because I read <a href="http://www.author-in-the-trenches.blogspot.com">Holly's blog</a> regularly, and I like her. But that's beside the point: these are two good solid novels with stories that will pull you in and keep your lamp on after it gets dark outside!<br /><br />The Tin Box is especially memorable for a very unlikely hero. Like the heroine, Kenly, you will find yourself falling for the physically flawed but funny and sensitive Tommy. It's a story about friendship, loyalty, secrets, and love that lasts. I won't tell you any more because I want you to just go read it. Support the author and buy the book so she can afford to keep writing more! (Besides, if you've ever wanted to build a treehouse, you should read this book!) Warning: you will cry when you read this book. It's okay. It's a good cry.<br /><br />The Penny Tree is a quicker paced story with humour and a surprising twist! The heroine in this story has a pile of overwhelming problems, which would be difficult enough, until a mysterious admirer starts placing ads in the paper with the intent of finding her. Now on top of a divorce, two sons, a crappy job and a worrisome mother, she's got national media attention to deal with. <br /><br />I've been reading with an eye for learning how a book works, as well as just for the pure love of reading. I learned a few things about how to pace a story, how much detail to give out at a time, and how to write a happy ending without beating the reader over the head with happiness.<br /><br />Pop one of these into your bag for your vacation reading. You can thank me later.Heidi the Hickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00639479864903922047noreply@blogger.com2