So, my husband and I were not among the millions of people who schleped through the grog that is the Academy Awards. Now we love movies, watching them is one of our favorite past times. We just don't have the tolerence for the Hollywood set.
In fact, we feel strongly that those people really have no impact on our lives. I do not care what they wear, how much they spend on jewlery or who they thank in their acceptance speeches. I do like Jon Stewart and the Daily Show -- which should be required viewing -- but even his dimpled smirk could not compel me to watch that drivel.
However, that did not stop us from having a detailed discussion about who would win and why. I felt that Brokeback Moutain would ride it all the way to the farm. (Seriously, if you didn't at least chuckle at that, please go to the top of the page and hit the "next blog" button. It's just not going to work out between us.)
The hubby disagreed. Despite his pseudo-liberal demeanor (and his very liberal wife) I fear the hubby may have touch of homophobia. But only in relation to the sanctity of his own asshole. But whatever. He was opposed to my prediction.
About half way through our intelligent and insightful discussion, I just had to point out the absurdity of the whole fucking thing. We have not seen one -- not one! -- of the Oscar-nominated movies.
Wait, I take that back. We did see Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit. In fact, we own it.
The last movie we saw was Curious George. And damnit, that George was brilliant and he didn't win a fucking thing.
I'm e-mailing the Academy today to demand a recount!
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