Random stuff
Feb. 28th, 2011 10:20 am-- Melissa Leo says that dropping the F-bomb in her Oscar speech was "inappropriate." Oh, honey, I know you're giving the "right" response to dropping the F-bomb, but that's the sort of thing that can be really endearing in the right circumstances. And considering I think Melissa Leo was beginning to doubt her Oscar chances after those stupid ads she put out, I thought her surprise and the cursing was nice and genuine and a fun thing to see. (She really was fantastic in The Fighter, and I did think she was the best supporting actress this year. The only actress in her category who did a better job was Hailee Steinfeld, and they should have thrown her chances of winning into the wind and ran her in the lead actress category because there was no way in hell she was supporting anybody in that movie.)
And, HA! for Christian Bale basically saying, "I'd drop the F-bomb myself, but I've sort of already done that." Heeeeeeeeeeee.
-- Speaking of the Oscars, how charming is Colin Firth? His acceptance speech was just as lovely as I expected it to be, and one of the best things is that he always says such sweet things to and about his wife when he accepts awards. I also liked Natalie Portman, and appreciated that she didn't play like she didn't know she was going to win. And she really does look gorgeous pregnant.
-- Charlie Sheen wants a raise to return to Two And A Half Men. FIRE HIM. FOR FUCK'S SAKE, FIRE HIM AND CANCEL THE SHOW. Look, forget that the show is an abomination unto the gods of comedy. I know there are a lot of people working for the show who would lose their jobs, but right now their livelihoods are already in limbo because of this selfish self-centered dipshit. Fire him.
Also, every time he opens his mouth anymore I want to go to Martin Sheen's house and give him a hug and say, "Hey, at least Emilio turned out okay."
-- I posted my last computer assignment to my professor without getting a chance to have someone else check it to make sure it was APA-compliant. Eh, whatever. It's what I get for waiting until the last minute, I suppose.
-- I've been watching Pawn Star reruns all weekend, and now I'm hooked. Damn it. The plus side is, I sort of want to adopt Chumlee.
-- I counted today and of the twenty-one or twenty-two e-books I've got on my phone, nineteen of them are m/m or m/m/m bonded-werewolf erotica novels. That's not counting the three e-books I've got on my netbook and the next book in that series, which I've already pre-ordered and which should appear on my phone sometime near the end of March.
So, yeah. I'm thinking about writing my own. It's my kink, after all. I ... uh, just have to stop watching Pawn Stars reruns first. CHUMLEEEEEEEEEEEE.
And, HA! for Christian Bale basically saying, "I'd drop the F-bomb myself, but I've sort of already done that." Heeeeeeeeeeee.
-- Speaking of the Oscars, how charming is Colin Firth? His acceptance speech was just as lovely as I expected it to be, and one of the best things is that he always says such sweet things to and about his wife when he accepts awards. I also liked Natalie Portman, and appreciated that she didn't play like she didn't know she was going to win. And she really does look gorgeous pregnant.
-- Charlie Sheen wants a raise to return to Two And A Half Men. FIRE HIM. FOR FUCK'S SAKE, FIRE HIM AND CANCEL THE SHOW. Look, forget that the show is an abomination unto the gods of comedy. I know there are a lot of people working for the show who would lose their jobs, but right now their livelihoods are already in limbo because of this selfish self-centered dipshit. Fire him.
Also, every time he opens his mouth anymore I want to go to Martin Sheen's house and give him a hug and say, "Hey, at least Emilio turned out okay."
-- I posted my last computer assignment to my professor without getting a chance to have someone else check it to make sure it was APA-compliant. Eh, whatever. It's what I get for waiting until the last minute, I suppose.
-- I've been watching Pawn Star reruns all weekend, and now I'm hooked. Damn it. The plus side is, I sort of want to adopt Chumlee.
-- I counted today and of the twenty-one or twenty-two e-books I've got on my phone, nineteen of them are m/m or m/m/m bonded-werewolf erotica novels. That's not counting the three e-books I've got on my netbook and the next book in that series, which I've already pre-ordered and which should appear on my phone sometime near the end of March.
So, yeah. I'm thinking about writing my own. It's my kink, after all. I ... uh, just have to stop watching Pawn Stars reruns first. CHUMLEEEEEEEEEEEE.