...Me. Because I didn't watch the Oscars. I never watch the Oscars. I will never watch the Oscars. I have, years ago, when I was too young and stupid to know better, but not now, or ever again. I hate the Oscars. The very first reality show on television, and just as pointless a load of Bull #2 (can't say crap or s**t, only the big kids get to say those words) as the grunting glop served up to us today as "Reality"...do you remember a little while back when the writers of reality shows threatened to go on strike? Didn't that set off an alarm bell or two? Give you a clue (clew)? There is no such thing as a real reality show. It's hype. It's a scam and a sham and a shame. But the really real reality of Reality Shows is that because they reel in the viewers and rake in the bucks they prove just what numbnuts the majority of the audiance is (are) and prove the Studio Big Shots right when they sneer that the people will watch anything that didn't flush down and like it. Kids, we are being insulted and deserve it. We eat garbage so we'll keep getting fed garbage, and worse, it isn't even fresh garbage anymore, it's pre-and-re-digested garbage now and the longer we sit at the table the runnier the soup is gonna get. The Oscars have nothing to do with the people's choice. We don't vote. It's an in house deal and we ain't allowed in the house. It's a big jack-off party and we get the used kleenex. All the Big Boys want is your money. They don't want your opinion or your respect or your dedication, although they'll take those too, so long as you're intelligent enough to recognise their superiority and station, they want your wallet. So I don't watch the Oscars, or any other awards hooha, and I hope to God that I don't end up in an old folks home where I sit in the dayroom helpless to change channels in front of a wall sized TV that shows "the peoples choice" 24/7. That would be going to hell before I was really (REALLY) dead. Understand me now, I don't care what you or anyone else wants to watch (or read, or listen to, or whatever) because that's your business and your right...and heaven knows we have so few rights left that far be it from me to lighten the pot...but I care what I watch (or read...) and when my choices are whittled down and away and the slop overflows until it floods all the other stations (Sci-Fi shows wrestling? Fiction, yes, but Science?) and I am at the mercy of my DVD collection (Actually, I thank the Lord every night for that collection)...well, anyway, just be aware. Be very aware. It won't happen, please Lord, in my lifetime (I knew getting old had to have something going for it) but one of these days all the entertainment available is going to be Reality Shows and real life will just be a memory, a dream, and very very very unreal. Well, I'd step around that dog if I were you, but you go ahead and do what you want to. That, by the way, is a movie quote, and I don't give a damn (another movie quote!) whether you know it or don't. And the reality is, there I am, gone.
Whoops, not all gone. Ball Points, yep. Photos, also. Plastic People, working on it. Grunch, all in my head. And you may, or, may not, notice that I now have a Gallery Folder for Movie Posters and related stuff. This was suggested to me by a very good friend here at dentalABSCESS as fitting for Oscar Season and I just loved the idea. So I'm doing it. But I won't tell you my friends name. Not to protect him. No. No no no. I won't tell his name 'cause in the tradition of Hollywood I'm taking all the credit and giving him nothing. Of course, that will change if I get a whole lot of unfavorable backlash, in which case I will pull a Cosner and blame the entire thing on him. Now, there I am, gone.