Love Left A Window In The Skies

This isn't a post about love. The title is misleading.

But then again, my titles never fit, so what cha gonna do?

Anyway, I've been sick. I think it's the cold from Hell's crotch, this sickness, as it's not going away and it just makes me want to sleep. I just slept two hours between that first sentence and the second one, that is how bad it is. I lost my voice, or rather, I wish I did, for at this moment it sounds like a young boy whose voice is cracking or a soon-to-be retired phone sex operator. Either way, it's not sexy so much as ridiculously annoying. I spoke up in class today and my professor bulked. As if he was thinking 'Good Lord, what the Hell was that?' He didn't even know where my voice was coming from, and he looked terrified for a moment. '...Beelzebub?'

The weather has been shitty lately, but then, it's Newfoundland, surprise surprise. It's rained, it's snowed, Saturday was frigging freezing. My Goodness, makes me glad I'm a shut-in, it does!

I've been rewatching Oz the last few weeks. I forgot how much love Beecher/Keller was. Ooh, to see Toby yelling 'I'm nobodies bitch!' is so romantic. Why can't real relationships be like that? Actually, come to think, my first relationship here ended like that...Hm. Anyway, I'm mid way through season four and have decided I'd love to own these babies. I have all the House seasons so far, all of A Bit of Fry and Laurie, half of Blackadder and half of Dexter, and I think I can happily add all of Oz to that. I need to make a run to Hmv this weekend anyway to pick up The Merchant of Venice, so I might eye the prices on Oz seasons. Surely to God they cannot be more than twenty dollars each. Who the hell watches Oz anymore? Me. Exactly.

Moving on; The Oscars. First of all, Jon Stewart was a lovely host. He had his awkward moments, he had his flops, but he let that woman who co-wrote the song that one best original song come out on his time to give her thank you. Forget anything else he did that night, that was an amazing gesture and kudos to him. The only problem people could find in his hosting is that he sees the awards for what they are and points out their flaws-however, this quality also allowed him to put things aside for a moment to let her come out and say her piece. And that just ain't something I can criticise a man for.

Second of all, thank all that is holy and high that Ellen Page did not win the Oscar. I think the Oscar should go to someone who pushed themselves, stretched themselves, transformed themselves to something that was all on it's own. Hence my anger about Reese Witherspoon being given the oscar for being June Carter Cash. I rant about this all the time; She is the little girl from Tenessee who played...the little girl from tenessee. She's been playing that role all her life. Likewise, Ellen Page has only played teenage girls so far, she has only played sarcastic teenage girls, she has only played sarcastic teenage girls who are witty. Marion Cottilard (sp does not matter. Thank you.) was AMAZING in La Vie en Rose. She was just spectacular as Edith Piaf-yes, Marion is a french woman, but Edith was a far leap from who Marion is, and she was so different in that film, so close to Edith, it was shocking. Like when Philip Seymour Hoffman played Capote, she WAS Edith and my mind exploded (and not for the basic 'I'm watching a French movie' reason).

Third? The best screenplay went to Juno. Whatever, fine, okay, not surprising. Harrison Ford was presenter, right? So, the girl (ex stripper, but you could NEVER tell.) goes up, Harrison offers a hug and she shuns. Excuse me? Pardon me? You hug indy when he offers. Weird thing to get my goat, you know, but still. Lady shunned Harrison. I get she was surprised, shocked, shaking but she like pushed against him to get to that mike. Holy Hella What?

Oh. And I love Javier. Lovelovelove.

Sigh. I have a paper due in two days, so I should get to working on that.

Until I yet again think I need to rant about celebrities and my love for prison porn, lovelies!