Saturday, February 28, 2009

My Oscars Date.

You might say there are plenty of great men I could take to the Oscars as my date. They're more or less the same.

Oh, are they?

I say no. For years, when I have fantasized about being nominated for an Oscar for my crackerjack screenwriting skillz, I've always known who my Oscar date will be.

Jason Schwartzman is the kind of non-threatening awesome guy who would be a great date.

Here's why:

1) He knows the biz and could make me feel at ease around, say, Bill Murray or Angelica Houston.

2) He's a screenwriter and would be just jealous enough of me to keep the power balanced on the date.

3) The two of us would look hilarious walking down the red carpet; me in my 4-inch heels and him, three apples high.

4) His hair looks so glossy and soft, I can't wait to run my fingers through it when we're fumbling at the Vanity Fair Party.

5) He's a Coppola, so it's like dating royalty.

6) He's a musician and I could introduce him to the Canadian indie scene.

7) He's so flipping handsome, but in an unassuming way. Except in this photo, where he's smokin' hot and looks like my T.

8) Finally, and most importantly, he must be a funny guy. His timing as an actor is genious. I just can't see that not translating to his real life.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Baby Steps.

I'm pleased to announce that I'm getting paid at work now. It's half of what I asked for, and it's only 15 to 20 hours a week, but it's a hell of a lot better than working for free. The co-owners of the place made a point of telling me that I'm not getting paid what I'm worth, which was nice to hear (and oh so true.) I think it's worth sticking it out there, because renewable energy systems are more and more mainstream and demystified.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Post-Oscar Post-Mortem.

Usually, I post before the Oscars with my predictions.

Here's the thing: my computer, while kindly gifted to me by my brother-in-law, is too old to find the wireless internet in my house, so I had to buy this USB-port modem thingie. It worked well enough. It was not aesthetically pleasing.

Well, while downloading a new Zac Efron wallpaper last weekend, I caught it on a bit of furniture and snapped the bugger off. Soldering fell out of the little casing. It was over.

So, I find myself having to beg, borrow, or steal an internet connection. I'm now on B's compy on his last night in town.

As for the Oscars, it was the best one I'd ever seen. Huge Assman did an amazing job hosting, and I was tickled by the format changes.

Here's what I jotted in my notebook on Friday, hoping to get a computer to post my Oscar predictions. This was one of the few years where I chose the winner!

Here's my list (note the tie):

1) Slumdog Millionaire
2) Milk
2) The Reader
4) Frost/Nixon
5) Weekend at Bernie's
6) The Curious Case of Benjamin Button


1) A colourful fairytale with a happy ending. And choreographed dancing. A cute boy.
2) A brilliantly performed biopic of a truly inspiring lead character. It is also a great ensemble.
2) I can't decide if this is better than Milk. I go back and forth. The Reader was a visually beautiful, complicated, multi-levelled story of lust, denial, and reading.
4) Don't get me wrong. This is not the fourth-best film. The top four are so great. It is a great suspenseful film, and I love plays to film. This was a carefully-directed character study. Fantastic.
5) Weekend at Bernie's is about two men who molest and carry around a corpse for a weekend. It is awesome.
6) A cloying tale of a tragic man who is born a tiny arthritic prune and lives a full life despite it. He should have been tied in a bag and thrown over a bridge. And that's all I have to say about that.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

What A Day.

9 years ago today, I was working at Hoyt's Cinema in the collossal mall called Bluewater. It was the opening weekend for Toy Story 2 so I was running around, cleaning up swimming pools worth of spilled popcorn, emptying garbage bins, and making an hourly gross of lattes in the cafe (I could make a foam you could stand a spoon up in). I was dead tired, but happy to be making my ₤5 an hour.

Oh, to be employed again...

Today, I spent the morning with B, my oldest friend. Then, I went to volunteer in the afternoon, and then had a meal and dance party with T.

I can't think of a better way to spend a day. What a way to start a decade!