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neverwhereSadly, Paul Bethany and Andy Serkis did not meet up after the Oscars for some hot sweaty monkey love, much to the disappointment of their fans. Ah well. ;-)
However. My scrumptious honeybunny ADRIEN BRODY won Best Actor! Wooohoooo! There is a God, after all. *laughs* Oh Adrien, your speech was so wonderful, and utterly, utterly perfect -- you are so passionate and adorable and poignant, and now the entire world knows what an amazing man you are. Plus you snogged Halle Berry! You cheeky monkey! And what's more, she seemed to really enjoy it too. Hehehe. Well, wouldn't you, if you were her? (God yes. ;-) Further proof of the existence of a Higher Being -- Renee 'mole rat' Zelwegger did not win for Best Actress. HURRAH! No need to stick pointy things in my eyes then. *grins* Unfortunately those were really the other good things about the ceremony; the poor lads from WETA were rushed off the stage and even had their microphone taken away! I hope whomever did that is properly ashamed of themselves for ruining such a special moment. And of course TTT was overlooked in everything it was nominated in, which wasn't much to begin with. *grumbles* But I digress. What did everyone think of Steve Martin's opening monologue? I thought he did a very good job in troubled circumstances, and there were some jokes that were quite obviously written (or at least inspired) by Dave Barry, which was quite amusing. There were a few bombs, but on the whole it was a very admirable performance. I thought Queen Latifah was the most gorgeous person there (apart from Adrien of course ;-), and outshone everyone. But of course all the fashion magazines will be talking about Salma Hayek's hideous top (which they will think is beautiful) and Renee's (*hiss* *spit*) red cling-film dress. But we'll know who the real Queen is. *grins*
To sum up: Adrien Brody = Yum. :)
In other news -- I don't hate Glory of the 80's nearly as much as I used to. So it's official: there really is no such thing as a Bad Tori Song. *grins* (There is, however, a Bad Tori Video -- I'm sure we've all looked on in horror at the crimped hair and sword in The Big Picture. *shudder* ;-)
In the Observer today http://www.observer.co.uk/iraq/story/0,12239,920286,00.html we learn that...
US intelligence officials said there was now a high volume of back-channel communications with officials inside Iraq. American military officers were trying, often by telephone, to coax their Iraqi counterparts into surrendering.
"Often by telephone" is sort of puzzling in itself. Are they also using homing pigeons? e-mails? long personal letters? And how do you telephonically "coax" your Iraqui counterpart to surrender?
“Hi. Mahmoud? That you? This is Al.”
“Ah. Yes. Hi, Al.”
“So, you thought any more about what I said yesterday?”
“Not really. I’ve been kind of busy. We’re fighting a war, you know.”
“Heheh. Tell me about it. So whaddayasay, Mahmoud – ready to surrender?”
“Not, uh...”
“C'mon, man. You know you want to. Didn’t you get the flowers?”
“Flowers?”
“Yeah. I sent flowers. I dictated the card myself – to a Noble Opponent.”
“That was you? They’re very nice.”
“And the photos? You got the photos of the house okay?”
“The house? It looks lovely.”
“It’s a time share in Puerto Vallerta. We’ve got it for a whole month in September but you’re a general, who has time to go to Mexico and knock back the Coronas by the pool? I guess you know how it goes.”
“Saddam, he’s not big on giving us vacation time either.”
“Well, listen, Mahmoud, you surrender, and I can tell you where you’ll be in September.”
“I have to go.”
“Hey. I hope I didn’t say anything wrong.”
“Not at all. But I’ve got an air force colonel on the other line. He’s been sending me pizza and boxes of candy. He says if I surrender his family are taking me to Disneyworld.”
It's probably not like that at all.
OMG, this just in: I have been mentioned on Dave Barry's Blog! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Except, wait, NO! They've got me as Michael!? Noooooooooooooooooooooooo! *sobs* I AM NOT A BOY!
Godsdammit. This happens to me all the time. They got my name wrong 3 bloody times when I contributed to TheOneRing.net, they got my name wrong on Neil's blog...ARRGHH! It's not that bloody hard y'know! *sighs wearily* Arse.
Well, at least I'm the only person in the world (except for my immediate family of course) with my last name. So they can't take that away from me. And at least I'm there. Sort of. :)
In other other news...![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trianne and jrivka are trying to convert me to the Dark Side, as can be evidenced here. Yes, that's right -- they're trying to turn me into a SLASH WHORE. But I shall not submit! Never give up, never surrender! That's my motto. (Well, no, not really. It's actually more like 'Hobbits + Donuts = Bliss'. *giggles* ;-) I am the incorruptible Nevvie, and I will never bow to their will. Not unless its a really good story anyway. *grins and winks playfully*
However. My scrumptious honeybunny ADRIEN BRODY won Best Actor! Wooohoooo! There is a God, after all. *laughs* Oh Adrien, your speech was so wonderful, and utterly, utterly perfect -- you are so passionate and adorable and poignant, and now the entire world knows what an amazing man you are. Plus you snogged Halle Berry! You cheeky monkey! And what's more, she seemed to really enjoy it too. Hehehe. Well, wouldn't you, if you were her? (God yes. ;-) Further proof of the existence of a Higher Being -- Renee 'mole rat' Zelwegger did not win for Best Actress. HURRAH! No need to stick pointy things in my eyes then. *grins* Unfortunately those were really the other good things about the ceremony; the poor lads from WETA were rushed off the stage and even had their microphone taken away! I hope whomever did that is properly ashamed of themselves for ruining such a special moment. And of course TTT was overlooked in everything it was nominated in, which wasn't much to begin with. *grumbles* But I digress. What did everyone think of Steve Martin's opening monologue? I thought he did a very good job in troubled circumstances, and there were some jokes that were quite obviously written (or at least inspired) by Dave Barry, which was quite amusing. There were a few bombs, but on the whole it was a very admirable performance. I thought Queen Latifah was the most gorgeous person there (apart from Adrien of course ;-), and outshone everyone. But of course all the fashion magazines will be talking about Salma Hayek's hideous top (which they will think is beautiful) and Renee's (*hiss* *spit*) red cling-film dress. But we'll know who the real Queen is. *grins*
To sum up: Adrien Brody = Yum. :)
In other news -- I don't hate Glory of the 80's nearly as much as I used to. So it's official: there really is no such thing as a Bad Tori Song. *grins* (There is, however, a Bad Tori Video -- I'm sure we've all looked on in horror at the crimped hair and sword in The Big Picture. *shudder* ;-)
In the Observer today http://www.observer.co.uk/iraq/story/0,12239,920286,00.html we learn that...
US intelligence officials said there was now a high volume of back-channel communications with officials inside Iraq. American military officers were trying, often by telephone, to coax their Iraqi counterparts into surrendering.
"Often by telephone" is sort of puzzling in itself. Are they also using homing pigeons? e-mails? long personal letters? And how do you telephonically "coax" your Iraqui counterpart to surrender?
“Hi. Mahmoud? That you? This is Al.”
“Ah. Yes. Hi, Al.”
“So, you thought any more about what I said yesterday?”
“Not really. I’ve been kind of busy. We’re fighting a war, you know.”
“Heheh. Tell me about it. So whaddayasay, Mahmoud – ready to surrender?”
“Not, uh...”
“C'mon, man. You know you want to. Didn’t you get the flowers?”
“Flowers?”
“Yeah. I sent flowers. I dictated the card myself – to a Noble Opponent.”
“That was you? They’re very nice.”
“And the photos? You got the photos of the house okay?”
“The house? It looks lovely.”
“It’s a time share in Puerto Vallerta. We’ve got it for a whole month in September but you’re a general, who has time to go to Mexico and knock back the Coronas by the pool? I guess you know how it goes.”
“Saddam, he’s not big on giving us vacation time either.”
“Well, listen, Mahmoud, you surrender, and I can tell you where you’ll be in September.”
“I have to go.”
“Hey. I hope I didn’t say anything wrong.”
“Not at all. But I’ve got an air force colonel on the other line. He’s been sending me pizza and boxes of candy. He says if I surrender his family are taking me to Disneyworld.”
It's probably not like that at all.
OMG, this just in: I have been mentioned on Dave Barry's Blog! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
Except, wait, NO! They've got me as Michael!? Noooooooooooooooooooooooo! *sobs* I AM NOT A BOY!
Godsdammit. This happens to me all the time. They got my name wrong 3 bloody times when I contributed to TheOneRing.net, they got my name wrong on Neil's blog...ARRGHH! It's not that bloody hard y'know! *sighs wearily* Arse.
Well, at least I'm the only person in the world (except for my immediate family of course) with my last name. So they can't take that away from me. And at least I'm there. Sort of. :)
In other other news...
trianne and jrivka are trying to convert me to the Dark Side, as can be evidenced here. Yes, that's right -- they're trying to turn me into a SLASH WHORE. But I shall not submit! Never give up, never surrender! That's my motto. (Well, no, not really. It's actually more like 'Hobbits + Donuts = Bliss'. *giggles* ;-) I am the incorruptible Nevvie, and I will never bow to their will. Not unless its a really good story anyway. *grins and winks playfully*
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Date: 2003-03-25 06:50 am (UTC)This is a Naked Mole Rat:
I think that's a rather good picture of Renee, don't you? *grins impishly*
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Date: 2003-03-26 02:13 pm (UTC)