Who Cares What I'm Reading? It's Oscar Night Predictions!
Quote de jour
"Everyone thinks I'm a raving nymphomaniac, that I have an insatiable sexual appetite, when the truth is I'd rather read a book."
~Madonna
I'll make this nice and snappy, I've got to practice my Oscar speech. "And the winner is..." Yup, that is me with a real Oscar, he just ain't mine. And yes, they really are heavy. They weigh the same as one of my cats. My Crystal ball is foggy but I did consult the tarot for who will win "Best Picture" I really want Slumdog to win, but Benjamin Button got a better card, the Sun versus eight of cups. Hmm, I hope I'm wrong. I predict at least a couple unexpected wins in categories of best supporting actress and actor. Slumdog is a shoe-in for cinematography and director. Ditto Waltz with Bashir for Best Foreign language. I viewed "Man on a Wire" last night. This riveting , glued to your seat, jaw scraping film is my pick for Best Documentary (feature length). If it doesn't win, I'll eat my cards.

I had fun with the juxtaposition of the words and images of certain magazines.



I'm behind in my reading, so only one new book, a fictional account of Jack London's last months titled: Jack London in Paradise by Paul Malmont.
"Everyone thinks I'm a raving nymphomaniac, that I have an insatiable sexual appetite, when the truth is I'd rather read a book."
~Madonna
I'll make this nice and snappy, I've got to practice my Oscar speech. "And the winner is..." Yup, that is me with a real Oscar, he just ain't mine. And yes, they really are heavy. They weigh the same as one of my cats. My Crystal ball is foggy but I did consult the tarot for who will win "Best Picture" I really want Slumdog to win, but Benjamin Button got a better card, the Sun versus eight of cups. Hmm, I hope I'm wrong. I predict at least a couple unexpected wins in categories of best supporting actress and actor. Slumdog is a shoe-in for cinematography and director. Ditto Waltz with Bashir for Best Foreign language. I viewed "Man on a Wire" last night. This riveting , glued to your seat, jaw scraping film is my pick for Best Documentary (feature length). If it doesn't win, I'll eat my cards.
I had fun with the juxtaposition of the words and images of certain magazines.
I'm behind in my reading, so only one new book, a fictional account of Jack London's last months titled: Jack London in Paradise by Paul Malmont.




Wow, you are holding an Oscar. I, like the millions of plebes in this world, have never seen one in the flesh, much lest touched and caressed and held Oscar.
I will have to get that Jack London book.
Am not going to watch all that much of the Oscars. Too tired. I get hooked.
Prolly the fashion walk. With daughter. They go to SCAD next weekend.
Finished watching Pulp fiction second time this weekend.
Your mags look great.
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Bon chance with SCAD.
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