I was touched to hear the words about our solders, sailors, marines, and airmen overseas from the winner when "Hurt Locker" won an Oscar so diametrically opposed to the idiot words of Michael Moore a few years back. Look, I am not a war hero (of any sort), but I know the men and woman who fight overseas did not choose the battle, did not make the rules, and are not the bad guys you have been told about. Having worn the 10th Mountain Division patch, I can tell you about a unit that is without a doubt comprised of world class professional warriors who care about civilians getting in the mix and would never mistreat a prisoner of war. Never.
Jumping off the soap box (and going back to that sad 5'8), Mo'Nique was the most gracious winner I've seen in years. Very deserved award and while I was annoyed Sandra Bullock won anything (she was in Speed for fuck sake and big girl rocked), her words are something we all need to think about.
there's no race, no religion, no class system, no color, nothing, no sexual orientation that makes us better than anyone else. We are all deserving of love.
Still a shit actress, but one who has her head in the right place.
What? What do I know about Oscars? A lot. I could of won one once. Really.
Hold on, I know what you are thinking. Yes, I was approached by a big company and sold the rights to the general story, but my (original) version is very different.
It starts with an unlikely friendship between Second Life's best blogger and the worst. One trying to make the other better, one trying to drag the other into the gutter with cat and shoulder child stories.
One day they are hanging out (all very innocent) in the woods and the bad guy (Randy Quaid) sees them.
Well, Randy Quaid goes back to his blog and spreads rumors (all bullshit). The good blogger shuns the bad one causing the climax (again, nothing sexual here) when he goes to his house to win his friendship back with his Barbie boom box playing "Baby" by Justin Bieber.
He has no idea however that his old friend has taken on a cadre with the lowest ratio of pious ego to skills in all of Second Life and it goes south rest fast. Chestysucksnuts, Pillow, and even the now forgotten "I left SL..sike!" one we pretend he did not hire attack the defenseless guy and beat him into a coma.
Roll credits.
Damn, I wish I could of gotten an Oscar, but to have had Hamlet – even for a short time…. that is enough for me. Forever.
Goodnight sweet prince.
Footie note…
Thanks go out to the girl to helped me find this great little movie.
And thank you for coming back to hear what we both know is some crazy shit day after crazy day.
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It always seems so "innocent"! I saw that picture, I'm over the age of 18, I think I may even know what happened, so innocently… but my eyes won't let me go there, although the curiosity is burning up into a fever… No must not look!
All very innocent I tell you.
Just one blogger mentoring another.
Mentoring – boot to boot/ spur to spur/thought that was done only tween a him and her
Damn Ama, you give me the line after – wait – I SMELL A SEQUEL!
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Oh and by the way – it looks like Randy Quaid stole my last dates Xcite Orgasm facial expression..either that or he is sitting on the proverbial 'hitch in his get-a-long'..
That is not the look of O…
That is the look of shock over the love that dare not speak it’s name…. Good blogger and bad blogger.