February 24, 2008 § 3 Comments
1. I was all jazzed up for the return of SNL with Tina Fey as host. I was disappointed. No 30 Rock skit? Why lead with the Bret Michaels skit instead of the There Will Be Blood skit? (Yes, I love any Blood joke.) And that digital short was the biggest flaming pile of poo I’ve ever seen.
2. We watched Michael Clayton and I was very proud at having figured out everything that was going on about an hour in, including the horses. And then that night I had a naughty dream about George Clooney, which was a weird combination of Reservoir Dogs and the standard “I’m running / I’m being chased dream.” Dear Beer, Clooney is fine.
3. I’m watching the Oscars. Really? George Clooney and Jon Stewart getting this much screen time? Is the universe toying with my ovaries? Why doesn’t Matt Damon show up and start playing guitar, too?
Update: When Jon Stewart brought Marketa Irglova back on stage to give her thank you speech, I thought I was going to weep. I feel like I’m going to weep just thinking about it.