Michelle Williams showed up at the 2006 Oscars in that stunning yellow Vera Wang dress and I remember thinking—for the first time—that she was no longer just that girl who looks like a duck from Dawson's Creek. With Heath Ledger on her arm and red on her lips, she had arrived.
It seems that Ryan Gosling tends to get overlooked. He's like the Susan Lucci of the entertainment world, only, you know, a heck of a lot better looking. First, he got robbed of the much-deserved People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive title, because, um, Bradley Cooper speaks French? (Robbed, I tell you.) And now, Oscar himself has thrown nary a nod in the direction of the lovely Canadian who can do the lift from Dirty Dancing. It's like he's still getting punished for Breaker High. Newsflash, people, it was the '90s. Who didn't make bad decisions in the '90s?
Last night I dreamed of Trip Fontaine. Again. I have this dream often. There was one time the two of us actually held up a Target to steal diapers and yu-gi-oh cards, and coconut m&ms. Seriously. I can't even make this stuff up, you guys.
Ricky Gervais and his opening line are brilliant. Brilliant. For me, his only fault last night was that there was not enough of him. He can't win with the critics, though, can he? Last year there was so much backlash: Ricky Gervais is too inappriopriate and over the top. This year there's already backlash: Ricky Gervais is too soft; he sold out to the man. (The man here being The Hollywood Foreign Press, obviously.)
As a huge reader (I read 61 books in 2011 and have decided to try to read 62 in 2012) and someone with the ability to walk past a bookstore without dropping at least $200, you would think that the library would be my best friend.
But, if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm sort of an odd duck. I own it, of course, and frequently allow my freak flag to fly.
This isn't the first time I have talked about this. And it surely won't be the last. But it's important enough that it needs to be discussed, especially as we are knee-deep in the winter season.
I really am the leggings police. And I really do have a badge. I wear it with pride, and really and truly wish I could hand out regular citations at the mall, in the carpool line, at the grocery store, at restaurants.
My husband and I have the complete opposite taste in music. He tends to lean towards the classic rock side, and his favourites include Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin and The Black Crowes. I tend to lean towards the indie rock side, and my favourites include The Avett Brothers, Band of Horses and Neutral Milk Hotel. I find his music loud and screamy, and he finds mine slow and tired and far too full of angst.
But you pull out the 80s music and we land on equal footing.
I drink a lot of coffee, so you know you are always safe with gift cards or mugs or tumblers. I like to read, so gifting me with a book-shaped present? DROOL.
I started blogging in 2004. After a colleague was shocked that I didn’t have a blog—free publishing, Ali! FREE!—I fiercely googled what this whole blog deal was all about and within minutes I was on blogger.com setting up a domain name and writing a post about putting something new into the world and quoting Nick Hornby novels.
