learning code

I can't decide what I think about Anna Kendrick

Golden, Just Fucking Golden

Golden Globes

So much shrugging.

I really liked Natalie Portman's sequined shower curtain dress. And only her dress.

I love Dianna Agron. I tried not to, then tried not to admit it. She likes Tim Burton, does that make it better?

I'm also really into this Michelle Williams as classy Pink thing (yes hair colour = entire identity. Obviously) I also Blue Valentine having taken so long to come out that she's aged, and well, since filming it.

What Is Up with Helena Bonhmam Carter? (Do I hear a reality show in there?)

Ellen Page was in Inception?

I'd like to thank Mark Zuckerberg who was on the not-so-into-it side of indifference about this movie made to speculate his life.

And really, the most striking part of the awards: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE ROYAL BANK? Are they seriously playing those fucked up racist and blatantly the-really-bad-kind-of-capitalist ads? "We can't decide if we want to retire in style or let our adopted daughter visit the country we stole her from and raised her to know nothing of. And in this reality one trip to China and two peoples' lives from 55 onward cost the same amount." When you said, "saving for the future" I thought you might mean your kids' education, but you mean Yourselves.

People Who Like Hollywood Like International Adoption. And Money. Of Course.

Can this be a food blog too?

If so, I say: sausage tacos.

From the parenting files: stroller + snow bank = HOLY FUCKING HELL WHAT THE SHIT. Time to find some Tiger Balm, and a benefactor.

Tomorrow I'm gonna try to finish my thoughts on Somewhere and The Bachelor, before the new episode airs. Good thing no one cares about Desperate Housewives. All the Nobody Cares characters are in new things though. Katherine thinks she's Madison and the Italian lady with an unlikely secret (eco activism, really?) is in that He's Just Not That Into You knock off. Not Valentines Day, New York I Love You. You, and Beth Cooper.

Remember when that show had black people on it? The ones with the shackles in their basement, yes. Oh DH, oh no.

Time to also figure out how to hide links under words. I used to know how.

But where?

Tonight I watched the first twenty-one minutes of Somewhere. To recap, this is what happens:
-Nothing
-Elle Fanning plays Dakota Fanning
-3 songs, all weird selections
-2 exchanges of 2 lines each are exchanged (towards the end)
-I remembered that movie called Nowhere
- 2 strippers that didn't strip danced two times on two poles. If The Count was making this movie, at least I'd care slightly
-Elle Fanning takes a photo on an iPhone
-Stephen Dorff (wasn't he in a band?) plays Mark Ruffalo in The Kids Are Alright
-Sofia Coppola does that thing where she puts a man you kind of like and a girl who's pretty to look at together in well-shot pretty settings and confuses you with liking the actual movie

I'm guessing that in the next hour and ten minutes things get pretty interesting in the grand tradition of Movies About Men Who Unexpectedly Have To Take Care Of Children.

The Long Road To Blogger

Was this supposed to be a parenting blog? Oops. One of these days I'm gonna separate stuff and have some cohesion. I somehow wound up with 2 new blogs because I signed up for Twitter and it would never let me post. I honestly haven't really gotten over the idea that Twitter is for 13-year old girls to exclaim that their new LashBlast is the best or very bored people to announce to potential stalkers (stalking isn't funny) that they're going to the store. I know that in real life (The Internet) that it's really pseudo-intellectuals in their early 30s, aka my peers. My real problem with Twitter is the forced misuse of language and symbols. I don't need to go into it but AT is a word, for example. That, and some Tom or Ted guy who loves G-d took TheRealTMZ at Twitter. Maybe my friends could lobby for me? Or learn something/find Jesus.

Things I am guilty of (disclaimer, this is one) regardless of my knowing the English language:
run-on sentences involving too many commas, brackets inside of brackets, unnecessary caps to infer Titles, digressions, non-sequiturs, misspelling words like author with an extra 'u' because I am that Canadian and believing that everyone has the same inane reference points as me. I laugh at my own jokes and think the same things are funny for ages. I'm fairly good at placing guest stars. I am also partial to imaginary band names, and now also titles for Children's Books.

My last warnings:
I never got over the 80s
I love TV but have only have basic cable so just talk about the same shit all the time and sound more obsessed than I even am
I edit blog entries after posting them
and I sometimes have no idea who major pop stars are and Google them and pretend to know shit 8 seconds later
Oh, and I really like 8 Mile.