I just dislike the American penchant for blubbery quiplessness. They're obliged to Be Real by not having a prepared speech, but now it's just another cliche. Besides after having seen Halle Berry have a freakin' heart attack when she won her Oscar, nobody else is going to compare.
Well, there's "I will wing it and be sappy" and then there's realio trulio emotional WTF. Halle Berry? Sappily winging it, or just kind of -- excessive with the rhetoric, Ms. Vessel. Backflips on the stage? Could be real WTF. I will tend to suggest that those who can't be funny should be brief; but I'm still bitter that Philip Seymour Hoffman did not bark his acceptance speech like a dog, as he'd once promised (in like the third grade) to do.
That dress is so many kinds of wrong, yet all I can look at is her too severe hair color and lip color. And the black belt. And then the all kinds of wrong dress again. Oh, wait. I guess that's the whole picture.
And what was Vanessa Williams thinking?
And what was Vanessa Williams thinking?
"You know what I want for the Globes? A hair monster to shit on my head. Let's do that!"
As Promised, Hugh Laurie's acceptance speech: [link]
That dress is so many kinds of wrong, yet all I can look at is her too severe hair color and lip color. And the black belt. And then the all kinds of wrong dress again. Oh, wait. I guess that's the whole picture.
Yeah, I started to think... maybe you could just take off the black bow... and the sleeve... and the lipstick... but it's really just the whole thing. However, it's the hair that really makes the whole thing look psycho.
Aww, man. Look what they did to my cute Rachel McAdams.
Fuck you, Hollywood!
Rachel! Run back to Canada, quick!
It's 'orrible.
Yeah, the hair is pretty ridiculous too.
I approve of Debet's tag.
Adorable, that Hugh. And I love that he goes back to kiss his wife.
Timelies all!
So, I did 30 minutes on the treadmill yesterday.(Ok, it was at the slowest speed with no incline. It's a start) Are my legs sore this morning? Nope. I do have sore muscles near my underarms from the various attempts to hold on to the rails. Next time I'll just walk with my arms at my side...
