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The time has come for me to do some catching up on what I've been watching and reading lately. I watched the Golden Globes announcement this morning and I am tickled fuchsia by the nominations of Amber Tamblyn and Evan Rachel Wood. Joan of Arcadia has suckage written all over it, but the thing is, it totally does not suck. It is wonderful. And Amber Tamblyn is a huge part of that. She makes this psychotically saccharine premise totally believable. The moment at the end of the last episode when she surprised herself by letting a tear slip down her cheek and then quickly wiped it away was reason enough to nominate her. Love. Love her. And Evan Rachel Wood! I don't think Thirteen ever opened here, but I loved her so much as Jessie on Once and Again that I am thrilled that she is getting this huge recognition. I truly feel that the cockles of my heart have been warmed by the Golden Globes. Perhaps it's time for me to step away from the cookies as they are rotting my brain. I just realized that I walked through the parking lot, through the lobby, and had full conversations in the elevator with my pants unzipped. Woo! I have no idea when I'm going to see Return of the King. I woke my little brother up yesterday to demand that he see it with me on Saturday afternoon, but he croaked, "I want to re-watch the first two movies first!" I shrieked, "Are you insane? That will take you days! They are one million hours long!" He whined that he would feel lost without seeing them first, and I rolled my eyes at a boy who makes perfect grades without ever cracking a book and taught himself the guitar in fifteen minutes in manner of a small young prodigy who now has public gigs twice weekly, and assured him that he would remember the basic gist of the plot. He finally agreed but I can't trust his commitment as he was half asleep, so I will call and harass him again today. I've put Life of Pi aside again, but this time it's for good reason. Maryelizabeth sent me The Brothers K for Christmas and I'm reading it with every spare moment I have. It's so good that I am falling asleep at night with it on my face because I can't watch TV or do anything else at night except for read it. I've already laughed out loud and burst into tears and clutched my chest in suspense and I'm not even close to halfway through it yet. I love it already. It's just so good. There's an expression that the narrator uses to describe when a character is truly disgusted. He says, "So and so about barfed." I've begun to incorporate this expression into my daily talk. For instance, when I got assigned to write another speech, I about barfed. Or when I beheld the moldy coffee cup beside the office bathroom sink as I brushed my teeth yesterday before my dentist appointment, I about barfed. Or when I heard the celebrity presenters mispronounce so many names on the Golden Globe announcements this morning, I about barfed. Try it! You'll like it. I am at the point where I feel like my TiVo and I are finally becoming one. It took me a while to get here, but it's happening. I've set it up to record so many things in the next week or two that it borders on the absurd. The Kennedy Center Honors because I am in love with Diane Sawyer and Mike Nichols is getting honored and I want to see the reels of Angels in America even though I haven't seen it yet. (Speaking of, Kymm? Also, Emma Thompson was not nominated along with Mary Louise Parker and Meryl Streep, and this saddens me, because I love her.) Okay, I want to talk more about the Golden Globes. How is it that Bend It Like Beckham and Finding Nemo and Love Actually, cute though they are, are even vaguely worthy of being in the same category of Lost in Translation? And good for Scarlett Johansson for being nominated twice. (Now go rent Manny and Lo!) I really need to go work on my speech now, but suffice it to say that I loved the Queer Eye holiday special and music video special. I keep waiting for myself to become disenchanted by this show, but it still hasn't happened. There have been episodes that made me go "eh," but overall, I still really love it. And I don't care if that means I'm a sheep. About this time in ...
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