And the award goes to...
Spiderman 2. Blah. What a waste of the Oscar for Visual Effects. That's why I don't watch the Oscars, they're pretty much lame. I mean, the ceremony is boring, the winners are all political, people talk more about how the stars were dressed than the merits of the films, and there are about 85 commercial breaks. I am not against a commercial Hollywood, afterall I want to work in Hollywood on big-budget features, but I am against commercial awards. The Academy Awards have turned into nothing more than a huge popularity contest and a forum for gossip mongers.
"Did you see how terrible Rene Zellweger looked?"
"Oh yah, I hear she's become anorexic."
"No, even worse - she's getting ready to have an operation to become a flamingo!"
* gasp *
OK, so maybe that exchange didn't really occur, but it may as well have. It would be about as valid as 98% of the other things we read about the stars in magazines or hear from Joan Rivers.
So yesterday I spent some time at my favorite place in the world - the beach. For those of you who know anything about me, you'll know that I actually despise the beach. There are three things I hate: 1) sand, 2) the sun, 3) getting wet. Add these three things together and what do you get? The beach. Now, I don't hate the sun altogether, I just hate the sun when it gives me a sunburn or when it gives me cancer. (Which reminds me of a commercial... "You know, I'm giving you cancer right now." hilarious). And I don't hate getting wet altogether, just basically anytime that it's not in a shower. But I do hate sand altogether. Can't stand it. It gets everywhere, no matter how careful you are. You could barely put your shoe on the sand and it fills up. It's almost as if the sand just passes right through the sole of the shoe, laughing all the way. And the sand is ever worse if you're wet. It sticks to everything, gets in your hair, gets muddy between your toes... if you dry off before you wash the sand away, you would probably be unable to move, encrusted in stone, almost.
So why then would I voluntarily go to the beach? Well, it was such a nice day that I decided I wanted to go outside and read. I first headed towards the park, but then decided that it might be nice to go down to the beach and read with a beautiful ocean view. So I drove the 15 blocks to the beach, parked my car and then sat on the tidal barrier and read a screenplay. So, I wasn't really on the sand at all, but I was as close the the water as I could be without being on the sand... It was a beautiful day, though. Mid 60s, sunny, but not cancer sunny, with a pleasant ocean breeze and a view that went on forever.
So I guess I've wasted enough of your time with this entry, but I figured since I haven't posted anything new since, what, January, it's OK to be a little long winded. But February is a retarded month anyway. 28 days? What's up with that? Bonus points if you have the answer.