01.21.02: No Title Graphic; Photoshop Decided to Take the Day Off Too



Watching: A really insane amount of Buffy. Seriously, I cannot be stopped. Ergo...

Wondering: When I will stop breaking out with "Every single night..." at some point during my day.

Reading: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, by Anne Brashares. It is a traveling book in the truest sense of the word. I'm only reading it in places where it is inconvenient to read my bar outlines, which today was the couch, okay?

Keeping: Resolution #2, which is to write something every day. And I've started a weblog to prove it. If you feel like it, check out Fractious Times.

Listening: Brand New Day. I still worship this album, but it is very wintry, so I really only enjoy listening to it at this time of year.

Entertaining: The woman working the drive-thru at Wendy's. See, I was cleaning earlier, and I picked up my eyeliner brush off the coffee table and, having no convenient place to put it but not yet ready to actually carry it to the bathroom, I stuck it in my hair, bunched up in a scrunchy. Then I forgot about it. Then I drove to Wendy's to get dinner. Then I came home and ate. Then I reached up and discovered the eyeliner brush. It's possible she didn't see it. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

Site I am really way too excited to have discovered: Oscarwatch.com. Oh my, it is an Oscar freak's dream, this site.

I must say, the response to my threat about starting to write entries of a blathering nature again was overwhelmingly positive. (Okay, I got three positive e-mails and zero negative e-mails, so I'm calling that overwhelming.) So thank you, people, for encouraging my return to slice-of-life, non-Diarist.net-worthy entries. (Hey, I was nominated once, and that is enough for me! Really!)

I'm going to rant for just a moment and say that the people who are responsible for the decision to change the nationalities of two of the three firefighters who raised the flag at Ground Zero for the memorial statue are the stupidest people on Earth.

Seriously. The idea that we are now at a point where it's even remotely acceptable to revise history to make it more "politically correct" makes me positively ill.

End of rant. Thank you for indulging me.

On a much happier note, the Golden Globes are over, which means that Oscar nominations are right around the corner! They will be announced three weeks from tomorrow, and for the seventh year in a row, I will watch the announcements while on the phone with my friend Laura in California.

I can't remember how it started exactly. We started working together in the fall of 1995, so I'm sure that right before 1996's Oscar nomination day, one of us confessed that she was planning on getting up at 5:30 a.m. to watch them live, and the other of us said she was going to also, so why don't we call each other and watch them together?

And we did. And then we did it the next year. And the next year I moved to Pennsylvania so I was able to watch them at the much more reasonable hour of 8:30 a.m., but Laura insisted that I call her, and ever since, we have had a standing phone date.

I can't imagine that we would ever go an entire year without talking to each other, but if we did, I'd bet a million dollars we'd still talk on Oscar nomination morning.

But anyway, in an effort to keep the Fourth Annual Oscar Pool (Fourth? good lord) fresh and new and interesting, I'm going to have a way for people to donate to the pot, should anyone be so inclined. I'll still be ponying up the $50 gift certificate with my own cash, but in the unlikely event anyone else wants to sweeten the pot, that'll be an option.

The lawyer in me wants to make sure that everyone understands that a donation will not be required, as it would then be an actual pool, and that would be actual gambling, and that would be actual law-breaking. No purchase necessary, I promise. This is just if you have a random dollar or two roaming around a Paypal account and have been looking for something to do with it.