March 8, 2014
Look, I’m just hopeless. That’s all there is to it. If I REALLY wanted to win my work’s Oscar pool, I’d simply check out the Vegas odds, maybe look at the other awards show winners (not JUST the Globes) and cross-reference with prior years. It might not get me to 100%, but I’d do a whole helluva lot better than I’m doing now.
Or, Hell, if I just took emotion and personal preference out of the whole thing …
This year, I won 12 of 24, which ordinarily would be pathetic in its own right, but is ESPECIALLY pathetic considering what should have been blatantly obvious. Give the Oscar to Gravity for everything except the acting catagories & Best Picture. Go with the overwhelming favorites in the Acting catagories & Best Picture, and BAM, I’m already at 12 with all the other picks left to go.
February 22, 2014
Sometimes I wonder if I’m meant to ever be with someone.
You’ll have to forgive me, because I just woke up and I’m trying to work through some shit. It’ll be okay, I promise.
I’ve been thinking about myself, who I am as a person. Growing up, I very much had a “Me vs. The World” type of attitude. High school wasn’t very pleasant, I wasn’t very well-liked, though it wasn’t a source of constant misery and pain either. This isn’t one of those things in the movies where I got picked on on a daily basis. Rather, it’s one of those things where I was invisible on a daily basis. And that’s the way I liked it. I had a small core group of friends, and we’d socialize whenever we could.
I also didn’t entirely get along with my family growing up either, which certainly contributed to this Me vs. The World outlook on life. Again, we’re not talking about something where I was abused or had some tragic upbringing. I just couldn’t relate to my parents (they were the “cool kids” growing up, so to speak), and my little brother was more annoying pain in the ass than anything else.
I would spend a lot of time alone in my room. My sanctuary. I’d have my music on loud to drown out everyone else, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
February 17, 2014
It’s difficult for me to measure 2013 overall in its quality of movies. I don’t think it was any worse or any better than 2012, and certainly not as bad as 2011. But, here’s the thing: while I found myself WANTING to go to the movies more often, 2013 was one of the lowest-attended years for me since I started going to movies.
And yet, oddly enough, as of this past weekend, I have managed to see ALL nine of the Best Picture Nominees. Which is why this is coming to you so late (the nominees were announced back in mid-January). I made it my mission this year; and unlike years past, most – if not all – of the movies were still in theaters well into February.
But, before I get to the awards, let’s take a look back at the OTHER movies of 2013, to get the overall outlook.
January 18, 2014
Oscar nominees were announced this week and I still owe you a Brouhaha. The awards are announced on March 2nd, so I’ve still got a bit of time. I’d like to see more than a third of the Best Picture nominees before I get to it.
In the meantime, this is it. This weekend, we’ve got the AFC & NFC Championship games. It’s obscene that we’ve got to wait until Sunday to find out our fate. On the one hand, I’m too excited and I want to know RIGHT NOW. But, on the other hand, I’m terrified of what I might find; putting it off for as long as possible means our season is still alive. Two days from right now, it could be all over. And, if it is … I don’t even want to think about it.
So, to take my mind off things, while still keeping in the spirit of the times, I’ve been watching a bunch of football movies. Today, we ran through three: The Waterboy, Little Giants, and Any Given Sunday. I’ve also got a line on a bunch more: Remember The Titans, The (original) Longest Yard, The Replacements, Varsity Blues, and We Are Marshall (not to mention Necessary Roughness, which weirdly is probably my favorite for reasons I won’t be getting into right now).
These football movies, they’re not the greatest movies. But, kill me, I like ‘em (yes, even The Replacements). For the most part, they came out right in the prime of my formative years when it comes to pop culture. That 1989-2000 range. That’s my JAM. But, this isn’t about all that. This is about just one: Any Given Sunday. And Oliver Stone.
January 15, 2014
Jesus! My resolution is falling apart! It’s been a week since I wrote last!
So, on Friday, I had a bug up my ass that sent me hurtling to Tacoma. I had a podcast I wanted to get out, and I had a weekend of football games I wanted to watch with the fam.
Took Jake & Lee Ann home after work on Friday, went to dinner at this Mexican restaurant on 38th Street in Tacoma, and had the biggest burrito I’ve ever had in my life. Seriously, it was like a Taco Del Mar burrito and a half, all rolled up into one mega-long, gut-busting burrito! After that, I dropped them off at their car and headed to The Hammer’s.
Captain & Coke was the drink of choice this weekend. Did some drinking, did some podcastin’, played some pool, did some more drinkin’, did some more podcastin’, went to bed.
Football on Saturday. Day drinking. Jake & Lee Ann came over and we hung out. Played some more pool after the game ended. Drank some more, then sobered up.
Sunday was another football day. Less stressful, since the Seahawks game was the afternoon before. Went home after dinner.
Worked Monday. Skipped the gym, for the fourth day in a row.
Worked Tuesday. Went back to the gym. Went to Trivia at the Lookout in Capitol Hill. The categories were bullshit. We got our asses rammed.
Worked today. Will go home, have more gym, and that will be that.
January 9, 2014
I’m trying to get in a Simpsons episode before I go to bed, and it’s already getting to be past my bedtime, so here we go.
Work was work. Iced coffee, marshmallow dream bar, banana, PB&J. Had my three spicy wieners for dinner. Did 45 minutes on the bike.
The rest of my night was updating my podcast website, WEAKSTREAM. I’m going to warn you, if you choose to seek it out, our podcasts are frequently inappropriate, and are probably only funny if you know me and my family, and even then you probably won’t think they’re funny. But, we have a good time doing them, and I just like having them around as a document of the Good Times. I hope to do many more, so I can look back on them fondly later in life.
The plan for tomorrow is to go to Fred Meyer after work and spend the rest of my $13 on that gift card. Need spicy sausage and bell peppers for a big pasta, buns for the rest of my hot dogs, ham for sandwiches for lunch at work, and maybe a can of corn to go with my Rice A Roni in the cupboard. I don’t know how much this will cost, so I’m bringing a roll of quarters to cover my bases. These truly are the lean times.
January 8, 2014
I have a gym in my building. It’s a small little fucker, with a stationary bike, a treadmill that makes a lot of noise, and an elliptical machine that makes even MORE noise. There’s also some dumbells, a pull-up/dip machine, and one of those balls you sit on and do ab work with. The room itself is no bigger than my living room. If I was poor and in constant debt, it would have been perfect.
I have a gym just around the corner from my building. It’s the Seattle Pro Club. It’s pretty big, got lots of aerobic machines, lots of free weights and weight machines, a sauna, a physical therapy room, a number of personal trainers … it’s a gym. You should know what a gym looks like.
It’s early January right now. It’s cold, and today it was raining and miserable. The sun sets at an ungodly hour, my Seasonal Affective Disorder is at an all-time high, I’m back to being an unhealthy level of overweight because I spent the last year and a half fucking around and not taking shit seriously (so, regardless of what time of year it is, my overall mood and mental outlook isn’t particularly sunny). And, I’m just this month getting back into a regular exercise routine. So, I’m not at that point where going to the gym every day is not only fun, but you feel shitty by NOT going. Which means, I have to FORCE myself to go. This is easy when Pete is there and we’re lifting weights and shooting the shit before I head off to do my cardio. It’s not quite so easy when he has to work late and I’m left to my own devices.
January 7, 2014
For a change of pace, I jerked off in the afternoon today.
Work was a little better. Got a good idea for another fictional podcast that I wrote out.
I had a marshmallow dream bar and an iced tea at Starbucks for breakfast. Homemade ham sandwiches (ham on bread, that’s it; and that’s the way I likes it) and a banana for lunch. Baked chicken and veggies for dinner. Rice A Roni for a post-work out snack. The amount of food in my apartment is still relatively high, but my choices are dwindling.
January 6, 2014
My quest to not spend any money for the next two weeks continues. It helps that I have about a million free Starbucks gift cards from work over the years, in case I need a snack or something. By the end of this thing, I might be eating there exclusively.
Getting through work was pretty tough today. My concentration is fully interrupted by the upcoming Seahawks playoff game against the Saints on Saturday. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to make it until then. And, shit, if we make it to the Super Bowl? Forget about it. I might as well fire myself right now and get it over with.
At the gym today, we re-introduced legs. Very briefly, and with very low weight. The goal is to be able to walk tomorrow. We’ve also upped our ab workouts, which I really like. I’d do abs every day if Pete was up for it.
The college national championship game is on right now. I might watch that. Or maybe some old Simpsons episodes. Or maybe a movie. Getting a little late for a movie, but who knows?
January 5, 2014
So, my iPod survived. Thanks for the concern.
Friday: shit, I don’t know what happened. I worked, I came home, I went to the gym, I came home, and I went to bed pretty early. I also watched Hell Baby. Pretty damn funny (nude scene nude scene nude scene).
I slept damn near 13 hours that night. By design. I first woke up at 5:30am or so, and started waking up every hour or so thereafter. But, I got the rest I was looking for, and that’s all that matters. Then, I watched the Husky basketball team play Arizona and hang tough for most of the game before losing. Then, I went to the gym.