At last the big night is finally upon us. Just like last year, I offered a set of predictions totally blind and without the benefit (such as it is) of having seen any of the nominated films and prior to any of the preceding predictor awards. Having now seen all of the latter (but still…
I probably couldn’t have afforded a Bellini, even if I’d thought to order one
I guarantee we were having more fun than anyone else in that restaurant.
“The Teapot Dome scandal is the same as all the rest,” mused the Dowager Countess. “Doubtless spoilers are involved.”
The video is also fantastic.
“Oh, darling, there are spoilers here! Do let’s read on; it will be such a laugh!” said the Vacuous Dancing Cousin.
I’m glad you asked!
A recent spotlight on philosophical bad behavior stirs some ponderings.
“What’s that weird ticking bracelet you’re wearing?”
“Fine,” sighed the Reluctantly Evil Lady’s Maid. “There are spoilers. Happy now? Can I get back to my sewing?”
For those of you who haven’t seen enough of my opinions about vaccinations, good news! I have more to say about them.
“Spoilers? What spoilers? There are no spoilers in this post,” said the lady’s maid, tenting her fingers and stifling cackles of glee.
This week Stupid Tuesday questions go back to their roots.
Why do I love some awards shows but not others?
For the record, I also like the small scene that features Julianne Moore.
That’s it, after this week you’re on your own with the spoiler warnings.
Ha ha, everyone! Gay sex is funny!
Not gonna lie. I’ve been looking forward to them all week.
In which Rose Woodhouse gathers her family and bravely ventures forth into the Happiest Place on Earth.
Do we need to keep issuing Spoiler Alerts? Probably a good idea this week, all things considered.
I will agree with the naysayers about the traffic jam line.
Rose and Russell begin their series co-blogging about the PBS hit.
When I want subjective scoring, I’ll watch a figure skating competition.
Oh, good. It looks like we’re still outing people. How charming.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, I’ll probably be in bed anyway.
You don’t even want to know how many day planners I bought and barely used.
A major drug company is no longer going to pay doctors to promote its products. It’s about time.
“R U OK” “Not really”.
If someone tells you not to give your newborn a vitamin K shot, that person is an idiot.
Only one word in my lexicon has changed, a shift that feels big and small at the same time.
If you’ve ever wondered why Soft Cell didn’t really take off in the US, I’m happy to give you an answer.
Critics of Wal-mart have latched onto its being open on Thanksgiving as a rallying cry. Doing so is a mistake.
“Liberate tuteme ex inferis,” the character sinisterly intones. I wish I had.
Have a substantial number of American women been buying a contraceptive worthless to them?
Some guys memorize sports stats. I can identify Tatjana Patitz.