Author: Kris

Tara D. loves me. She’s the sweetest! And this has to be one of the most elaborate e-cards I’ve ever seen. Make sure you’ve got your headphones on. 🙂

Who didn’t look at their report card and speculate that their teacher was on drugs? Too bad that this one actually was.
 
(To counter the negative teacher story, I’ll offer up a positive as well. Congratulations to Max on winning “Auburn City School System Teacher of the Year”! See, not all of them trade A’s for prescription painkillers.)

Ooh! The one-sheet poster for Bridget Jones’s Diary is out! I’m getting a very good vibe from this film. I read somewhere that they tested it with an English audience and it scored higher approval ratings than any other film, even Notting Hill. I just re-read the book last weekend in anticipation for the movie. I realized, though, that the two males leads are, like, NEVER in the same scene together. In fact, Mark Darcy (i.e. Colin Firth) is barely in it at all! I wonder if his billing before Hugh Grant reflects an enlargement of the role. I hope so. Mmmm, Darcy-licious.

Be MineHappy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
I know it’s commercial and I know it’s stupid, but this is seriously the first year in forever that I’ve had somebody I even wanted to celebrate it with. So be bitter if you must, but don’t rain on my parade. (And special thanks to my Grandpa, whose yearly Valentine always makes me remember that there’s at least one man I can always count on.)

Since I’m always the last to jump on the Meme Bandwagon, it’s taken me ages to get around to playing Bejeweled. Damn, is it ever addictive! I’ve been playing it for the last hour or so and I can’t even see straight. I’ll update you on my high score tomorrow, once I’ve gotten a little better at it.

Elie Wiesel was apparently involved in the Marc Rich pardon. WHAT? The Nobel Prize winner? This just gets weirder and wierder. I wrote off a lot of people’s complaints about the Rich affair simply because I thought they were just slamming Clinton as usual. It looks like the truth is more complicated than I thought. And it doesn’t look good, Bill.

Modern Humorist sums up all my feelings towards Kate Hudson with this (sadly imaginary yet all too real) quote following her Oscar nomination: “”I just screamed! Then I giggled. Then I flounced about in a quirky, offbeat playful way with a daffy, loopy grin. So did my mom!”

Oscar nominations are up.
 
Immediate thoughts: I’m glad Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon cleaned up, but Wonder Boys got shafted big time. Damn. I love me some Tobey Maguire. I’m suffering from a case of severe Kate Hudson Backlash and I haven’t even seen the damn movie yet. She’s on the cover of every bloody magazine in London! Gladiator has got to be the most overrated film since Titanic. Yes, Russell Crowe was hot. But his swordplay didn’t even come close to Ewan McGregor’s in The Phantom Menace (which shall be my all-time standard for such things). And it even recycled the “revenge-your-dead-soulmate-while-still-hooking-up-with-the-royal-hottie” plotline that I loathed so much from Braveheart! I tried to watch Erin Brockovich on an airplane and it was just too damn boring. Yes, that’s right, I’d rather read the in-flight magazine for the 3rd time than watch plucky lawyer Julia jiggle her breasts for two hours. She can sport all the lower-class SlutWear in the world and carry three brats on each hip, and little ol’ non-celebrity me still ain’t gonna identify with her. Suspension of disbelief only goes so far. And what’s up with Soderbergh‘s double-nod? I guess Hollywood just loves to congratulate the sell-out. (Note to Steve: Re-watch sex lies and videotape, write something along those lines, and give James Spader a call. Please. Love, Kris)
 
Whew! I feel better now that I’ve got that off my chest. Now I’m off to Plastic to reproduce my rant on the inevitable post there. What fun!