Talk about Deja Vu. You would be forgiven if you tuned into last night's Academy Awards and thought you were watching a rerun. Billy Crystal was host. Meryl Streep won an Oscar. Woody Allen won an Oscar (and as usual didn't show up). A black woman won best supporting actress for playing a maid. (Somewhere up in heaven Hattie McDaniel is saying "Say What?") A black and white silent movie won best picture. They even brought back the kind of big dance routine that bored us even when it was still somewhat in fashion, though this year they threw in acrobats courtesy of Cirque So Lame. My God, the set was an old fashion exterior of a movie theater which was long ago replaced by the multiplex theaters.
Maybe its a sign of the times. The Oscars is for the AARP crowd which I have aged into myself. Then again, perhaps I should be grateful that somebody is marketing to us aging baby boomers.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
WARNING: This is another silly posting about my cat Biscuit that shows I pay way too much attention to him.
J and I decided that if Biscuit were an author, these would be the titles of his books:
BISCUIT EXPLAINS IT ALL
PURRING FOR FUN AND PROFIT
NAKED PHOTOS OF MY BED