It is that time of year again when I help you dig out the those last winning points in your Oscar pool. The ever so tricky categories of Best Live Action and Animated Short can easily break any non-sanctioned company morale booster. In a quality statuette keno, these two categories should be weighted.
There is one thing I do have to admit. In the three years that I have been reviewing these, I have gone a humdrum 3 for 6 (but in baseball that is a .500 average). In my own defense, I was tripped up by a Disney vs. Pixar face off last year. They split the vote and gave the Oscar to the Japanese flick, which I didn't care for so much. So, if I don't feel trustworthy to you , you should go check out the two programs at the Nuart or, if in Santa Ana, at the Southcoast Village 3.
For the first time in a while there is not a soley American film in any of the categories. However, subtitle haters take note, most of them are in English; even the ones from France.
Remember that show about Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and their Mom?
"Let's Get Laid," a webseries launching February 17, is not your standard pre-menopausual sex comedy. The series centers around Melissa and Jenn , two entertainment assistants, who are klutzing their way through the Los Angeles dating scene; the land of ridiculously high expectations. Unlike their New York matriarch counterparts, the duo is broke (one still lives with her folks) and are looking for Mr. Right Now rather than Mr. Right.
Right Wing Rallies Around Nut Who Crashes Plane Into a Building
Written by Crackpot
Joseph Andrew Stack, the nutjob who crashed the plane into the Austin IRS buidling already has a commemorative Facebook page. He released a suicide note detailing a rant of teabagging/Beck opinions. Because of the nature of this page, Facebook must have to take it down. The average poster seems to have extreme right wing view and see him as a fallen hero.
The page itself has some very frightening (Unedited) posts on it:
Despite the temptation to make a dish with a huge wow factor, you’re generally best to stick to what you know. Your beautiful self and the romantic atmosphere will impress him whether you serve oysters or spaghetti bolognaise, so don’t cause yourself too much stress – anything you’ll both enjoy is perfect!
Wrong.Wrong. Wrong.
Oysters are WAY too easy to fuck up. Don’t serve them unless you are trained professional or want something unexpected in your lap. Go with shrimp. Spaghetti Bolognaise… my ass. Doesn’t matter what you call it, it says something “Chef Boyardee” about you.
From: EHOW . This one’s awesome, if your man is a lipstick lesbian
When Casey Johnson's autopsy came out, there was a subtext that was ignored. The Doctor's office blew it off as diabetic ketaocidosis. This means her blood sugars got too high, she went into a diabetic coma and died. Here's the problem, it is highly unlikely that a lifelong diabetic would die this way. To clear up a misconception, you can't just eat a piece of cake and check out. This took work.
With the election of Scott Brown and the failure of Air America the progressive movement is dead. It's on all the news channels... even MSNBC!
Air America went under for the same reason why Martha Oakley's campaign failed. They were arrogant. They assumed folks would want to hear the truth. With Fox News polling as the most trusted news source in America, people want to hear what they want to hear.
Editor’s Note: I am always open to submissions. Ten years ago, I got this piece from a young Ted Haggard and I didn’t return his emails because, quite frankly, he creeped me out. I totally forgot about it. However, I stumbled across this piece while cleaning out my inbox. Since he’s famous, and I am not, I decided to finally run it.
Last year, I was committed to Homosexual Rehab by my Father Pastor Bil and my mother, Mary Jessica . It all stems from an incident at someplace called “Trunks” (Jimmy call me, you will be thrilled with my progress…you were right about everything that night! Big hug!). But, frankly, my mother found underpants that didn’t have my name stitched it in the next day.
Thank goodness they did this for me. Homosexual Rehab Camp was FABULOUS.
We’ve all had “The Crappy Gig.” In fact, many of us now long for those minimum wage jobs we had as a teenager. At the time, us Burger Flippin’, Lazy Bookstoreclerkin’, Kite Store Gurus were empowered. For the first time in our lives we were making our own cash.
Yet, at same time, these are considered the crappiest gigs of all. But how crappy were they really?
Not sure how I feel about this. Inititally it comes off a little too self serving for the actors. I have always had a problem with actors trying to portray the beats. They tend to portray legends rather than real people.
Congratulations Conan! You are now among the 10% of us Americans on unemployment. Like me, you are in Los Angeles, a mighty #4 in the nation behind Detroit, Miami, and our odd cousin to the south, Riverside. Befriend me on Linked In (I'll give you a reccomendation) and here are some tips to make your unemployment more un-unpleasant.
As one of the unemployed, I champion your nightly vitriolic rant against "the man." I would have loved to rake my former idiot boss over the coals to millions of folks. That's awesome. The 35 million of us without jobs all stand up and cheer. You are entitled to bitch this week. Your letter on Tuesday was the most perfectly crafted "shit sandwich" I have ever read. That's a good thing.
BITCH SLAP, brought to you by Herucles and Xena vets Eric Gruendemann and Rick Jacobson, is a helluva low-budget ride. This boobs a-blazing nihilistic action-comedy embraces the genius of Russ Meyer then takes it into the 21st century with hysterically cheap green screen effects and razor tongued dialogue that would make Quentin Tarrantino blush. It also boasts costumes a certain editor-in-chief would covet. It's in theaters and on VOD.
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Rain Concert 
It is that time of year again when I help you dig out the those last winning points in your Oscar pool. The ever so tricky categories of Best Live Action and Animated Short can easily break any non-sanctioned company morale booster. In a quality statuette keno, these two categories should be weighted. 
When it comes to romance, there is a lot of crappy advice on these internets. While researching a romantic dinner recipe, I came across the following.
When Casey Johnson's autopsy came out, there was a subtext that was ignored. The Doctor's office blew it off as diabetic ketaocidosis. This means her blood sugars got too high, she went into a diabetic coma and died. Here's the problem, it is highly unlikely that a lifelong diabetic would die this way. To clear up a misconception, you can't just eat a piece of cake and check out. This took work.
DEAR GOD! Has anyone else heard? 
Editor’s Note: I am always open to submissions. Ten years ago, I got this piece from a 
We’ve all had “The Crappy Gig.” In fact, many of us now long for those minimum wage jobs we had as a teenager. At the time, us Burger Flippin’, Lazy Bookstoreclerkin’, Kite Store Gurus were empowered. For the first time in our lives we were making our own cash.
Congratulations Conan! You are now among the 10% of us Americans on unemployment. Like me, you are in Los Angeles, a mighty #4 in the nation behind Detroit, Miami, and our odd cousin to the south, Riverside. 
BITCH SLAP, brought to you by Herucles and Xena vets Eric Gruendemann and Rick Jacobson, is a helluva low-budget ride. This boobs a-blazing nihilistic action-comedy embraces the genius of Russ Meyer then takes it into the 21st century with hysterically cheap green screen effects and razor tongued dialogue that would make Quentin Tarrantino blush. It also boasts costumes a certain 
