Lou Sends his Loose Ends
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It has recently come to my attention that a certain antagonist in the story of my life - for anonymity's sake we will call her "Holly" - has been viewing this blog. She claims to get together with people and "just laugh" at what I "say." To this, I have two responses. And trust me, this second picture hurts me as much as anybody. Imagine this face:
On this body:
And notice how far away the arrow is in that last picture (really don't want to get too close). Those are what Holly calls her "school clothes."
I eagerly await a response to the question "Where is your dignity now, Ms. Nichols?"
With the Oscars firmly in the rear view mirror, I finally got around to seeing Million Dollar Baby. And that was the one. I've heard it described perfectly as "everything in it is well developed and precise, with only the essentials -like a finely crafted piece of wood" (in antithesis to my personal description of The Aviator as "respectable and unique but creepy nonetheless - like a piece of exotic eel meat"). For example: nobody can stand like Clint can stand. You have to be eighty years old and a former cowboy with a face of leather and eyes like marbles in order to get your legs and arms just right and stand like a badass. None of the other nominees could boast something so awesome and yet so simple as the way their character stands. Plus, the whole movie is dark and sincere. Mystic River would've won last year, so it's only fitting that Clint and company stride away with the prize this time around.
In case you weren't counting (how irresponsible of you), the top four award getters were The Aviator (5, but stuff like editing), Million Dollar Baby (4 - director, actress, supporting actor, picture), Ray (2) and The Incredibles (2). Sideways and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind each got thrown a screenplay bone and walked away with one award each, just like all the other movies. Oh, but Shrek 2 got none and The Incredibles tied for third. I told you.
Back to the present. 24-hour quiet hours go into effect here in less than two hours in anticipation for finals week, so I plan on blasting Europe's "The Final Countdown" on repeat until that time comes.
Enjoy this: go to http://www.tallyhall.com/bman_high.htm. Watch "Banana Man" and either begin go rock out or freak out.
It has recently come to my attention that a certain antagonist in the story of my life - for anonymity's sake we will call her "Holly" - has been viewing this blog. She claims to get together with people and "just laugh" at what I "say." To this, I have two responses. And trust me, this second picture hurts me as much as anybody. Imagine this face:
On this body:
And notice how far away the arrow is in that last picture (really don't want to get too close). Those are what Holly calls her "school clothes."
I eagerly await a response to the question "Where is your dignity now, Ms. Nichols?"
With the Oscars firmly in the rear view mirror, I finally got around to seeing Million Dollar Baby. And that was the one. I've heard it described perfectly as "everything in it is well developed and precise, with only the essentials -like a finely crafted piece of wood" (in antithesis to my personal description of The Aviator as "respectable and unique but creepy nonetheless - like a piece of exotic eel meat"). For example: nobody can stand like Clint can stand. You have to be eighty years old and a former cowboy with a face of leather and eyes like marbles in order to get your legs and arms just right and stand like a badass. None of the other nominees could boast something so awesome and yet so simple as the way their character stands. Plus, the whole movie is dark and sincere. Mystic River would've won last year, so it's only fitting that Clint and company stride away with the prize this time around.
In case you weren't counting (how irresponsible of you), the top four award getters were The Aviator (5, but stuff like editing), Million Dollar Baby (4 - director, actress, supporting actor, picture), Ray (2) and The Incredibles (2). Sideways and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind each got thrown a screenplay bone and walked away with one award each, just like all the other movies. Oh, but Shrek 2 got none and The Incredibles tied for third. I told you.
Back to the present. 24-hour quiet hours go into effect here in less than two hours in anticipation for finals week, so I plan on blasting Europe's "The Final Countdown" on repeat until that time comes.
Enjoy this: go to http://www.tallyhall.com/bman_high.htm. Watch "Banana Man" and either begin go rock out or freak out.
posted by Jon at 5:04 PM
1 Comments:
JON. i DID BLAST THE FINAL COUNTDOWN FOR QUIET HOUR COUNTDOWN. AHAHAHAHAA.
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