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April 9, 2012

It is widely held that today, April 9th, is in fact, a Monday.

Go ahead and fact check me. You’ll see that I’m not lying.

And yes, everybody says some old axiom about Mondays being the worst day of the week. Everybody wakes up and feels extra groggy, maybe they forget the sugar in their coffee in the morning, and lose one of the files from last week. Mondays are designed to make everybody feel like they are just one step behind normality, and normality had chili for dinner last night…

But the old axiom didn’t hold true for me today. Today I put a Monday on the defensive.

How?

I wore a pink shirt.

As a man, most people usually assume that men who wear pink shirts are either gay, fashionable, or wearing a formerly white shirt that’s been washed with the wrong color. But for me, I simply just like pink. Red is too strong, and pink is pleasant. Makes people around you think of you differently.

Had I been wearing a grey shirt today, I’m sure my joke at the check-out line at Win-Dixie would have been considered extreamly awkward. Actually, it was probably weird anyway because now there was some guy making comments about customers driving off after they placed their groceries on the check-out counter.

Wow…

My seemingly solid Monday just turned into a very strange one…

D.A.

 

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Terrible Tuesday

February 28, 2012

So…

I’ve been avoiding this.

The Oscars were awarded Sunday night. I made a few predictions in this post a few weeks ago. I made a few claims about my prowess to pick the winners. Well. I certainly did pick some very highly contested categories.

I checked my picks…

Annnnnnnnnd….I didn’t do so hot. So let’s go ahead and get this out of the way.

Let’s go ahead and look at what I got wrong.

Best Picture: I said Hugo. The real winner: The Artist. 

Best Actor: I said George Clooney. The real winner: Jean Dujardin

Best Actress: I said Viola Davis. The real winner: Meryl Streep

Best Supporting Actress: I said Bérénice Bejo. The real winner: Octavia Spencer

Best Director: I said Martin Scorsese. The real winner: Michel Hazanavicius

Best Writing for Adapted Screenplay: I said Moneyball. The real winner: The Descendants.

Best Writing for Original Screenplay: I said Bridesmaids. The real winner: Midnight in Paris

Best Score (music): I said John Williams. The real winner: Ludovic Bource

Best Foreign Film: I said In Darkness. The real winner: A Separation

Best Visual Effects: I said Rise of the Planet of the Apes. The real winner: Hugo

Now let’s look at what I got right…(By the way, i’m sure almost everybody expected these categories as a given.)

Best Editing: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.

Best Supporting ActorChristopher Plummer.

Best Animated Film: Rango.

Best Cinematography: Hugo.

Wow….

A real poor showing on my part.

And The Artist? Who even knew?

And how can you possibly snub John “The Big Man” Williams, especially when he was nominated for two awards in the same category for two different movies? And Meryl Streep? Oh come on! I know this is only her  third Oscar, but she’s been nominated 17 times… We all know she’s good. So good that she doesn’t really need an award to prove something.

Better luck next year I suppose?

D.A.

I Know.

July 10, 2011

I know. I know.

Bad things happen.

I’m late with a story, (as usual).

I haven’t posted in a few days, (as usual).

This is a, sort of, appology, (as usual).

But today is the day.

A short story will be posted by 9 p.m. tonight. (not as usual)

That’s right. I even gave a time!

So that means it’s official!

It will happen!

Tonight!

Story!

You!

Read!

Happytime!

Yes!

Now I must go back to typing more of said story into the computer.

Oh, said story will be called Moving Ahead.

It will be about movingahead.

D.A.