There’s nothin’ like spending $1500 in the space of your lunch hour. But we got our tickets to Oz!

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.

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. 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!

Wow! I just got spam a helpful reminder from Amazon.com. They write:

Your birthday is right around the corner--March 15, to be exact.
What better reason to update your Wish List?

Thanks for the tip, Jeff.

Folks seem to be lovin’ the Wiggum Valentine. I got mentioned on little.yellow.different., Lots of Co., and 13 Days From Monday. Awww, I’m glad you folks liked it!

Oh, what a nice and relaxing weekend. I took advantage of the downtime to scan in photos from the Deviant and Diverse Party we threw back in October. They’re pretty funny.

Sorry for the lack of posts yesterday and today. I just haven’t felt the urge. My karma whoring on Plastic has sucked away any and all desire to visit other websites. (For the record, I’ve posted 14 comments and my karma’s up to 6.) I’ll try and do better.

Roger Ebert’s new partner Richard Roeper dissects the success of Jennifer Lopez. I love it. Here’s a quote: “Jennifer Lopez is an undeniably beautiful woman who has shown promise as an actress in films such as “The Cell” and “Out of Sight,” and she’s a mildly talented singer/dancer of at least “Star Search” semifinalist caliber–but the fact that she has the No. 1 movie and the No. 1 CD in the country is a striking blow for mediocrity.”

AICN has a another great report from the set of Kevin Smith’s latest movie, “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.” (part 1, part 2) You know, Joey Lauren Adams is a nicer person than I give her credit for being. Maybe she isn’t the bastard mutation of Jewel and Renee Zellweger after all.