It is hard out here
It is hard out here for a pimp, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers
Get it?
“Brokeback Mountain” has done a relatively low $45 million at the box office. But because of the Oscar publicity, when the DVD comes out and it goes to cable experts say “Brokeback Mountain” will get a huge push from the back end.
“Crash” won best picture at the Academy Awards; “Crash” is about racism in Los Angeles, it is not about Bode Miller’s Olympics.
How gay are they?
Because of “Brokeback Mountain” and “Capote” and “TransAmerica” this Academy Awards has been dubbed the gay Oscars; in fact, these Oscars were any gayer they’d be called “The Tonys.”
A friend of mine really wanted the gay cowboy movie to win best picture; at least I hope that’s what he meant when he said he was really pushing hard for “Brokeback Mountain.”
The best picture went to “Crash” but insiders say “Brokeback Mountain” almost came from behind to win.
Roger that
Congressman and former fighter ace Randy “Duke” Cunningham was sentenced to eight years in prison for accepting bribes. It’s sad, Cunningham’s call sign in prison will change from “Duke” to “Duchess.”
Two time winner
“It’s Hard Out Here For a Pimp” won the Oscar for best original song. “It’s Hard Out Here For a Pimp” also won the award for the song President Bush will never, ever, understand.
Good host
Jon Stewart did a good job hosting the Oscars but the too-cool Hollywood hot shot crowd was tough. Dick Cheney laughed harder at Stewart’s Dick Cheney joke.
Jon Stewart did a good job hosting the Oscars but the too-cool Hollywood crowd was tough. The last time I saw that many shots of frozen smiles, David Letterman was introducing Oprah to Uma.
At the Oscars, did you see the shots of Jaoquin Phoenix in the audience? He couldn’t have looked more uncomfortable if he was sitting in a proctologist’s waiting room.
Not his year
It was sad, at the Oscars, Bode Miller was nominated for best underachiever but, sadly, he was going too fast on the red carpet, missed going through the metal detector and was disqualified.
Oh goody
The Oscar presenter Goody bag was worth over $100,000. Thank goodness, I couldn’t sleep because I was worried that Jack Nicholson went home empty-handed.
And Hollywood actually wonders why the rest of the world thinks they are out of touch; “Excuse me, Mr. Steven Spielberg, before you climb into your Hummer limousine to go home to your palatial beach estate, don’t forget your $100,000 Oscar Goody bag.”
The Oscars didn’t all go smoothly. Sadly, after his best supporting actor acceptance speech, George Clooney had to be treated for a sore shoulder, he strained it patting himself on the back for Hollywood’s politics.
How did the $100,000 Oscar goody bag get its start? Did some guy actually say; “It is just not enough that these rich beautiful pampered movie stars get endless awards, we need to do more. I know, a sack full of a hundred grand worth of free crap, yeah, that should do it.”
Since you asked Sunday morning Coff-ay style:
Good Google a Moogle I feel good, hah, like I knew that I would, child. After a lovely Mexican repast at En Fuego in Del Mar followed by a gorgeous Sunset Saturday night with Virg and Miss thing, I got up at the unheard of 5:00 am on Sunday and prepared for a 30 mile bike ride with my Ironman buddy, Dave.
My goodness it was cold and it just got colder as a front was heading in. At 6:05 am, we rode hard for two hours including maintaining 12 mph up a steep and long hill. 30+ on the same section coming down. Gassed. And my feet were frozen blocks of ice and my fingertips were screaming. God bless the hot shower, the fleece top, jeans and Ugg boots and piping hot French roast coff-ay. With a dash of cinnamon. (No, I am not gay, not that there is a single thing wrong with it)
But the best part is being completely worked out by 8:00 on Sunday. Big day ahead of watching golf and couch surfing. Making a grilled pineapple and Canadian bacon pizza for the Oscars. (We were going to do the traditional Chinese food, but we had that Friday night) First grill the Canuck bacon and the pineapple, then grill the dough on the upside, add sauce, cheese and toppings and shut off the middle grill and bake it right on the grill adding some soaked hickory chips on the fire.
When is HBO’s “Deadwood” coming back? It is probably not good that I admit this, but there is one scene I envy when the sinister bar owner and town manipulator and aptly-named Al Swearengen mutters under his breath; “I need to f*ck something.” And then he yells to the hardened but-heart-of-gold pretty hooker, Trixie, “Trixie, come up here, and bring a bottle.”
Just once I’d like to yell that and not have someone laugh.
Is that asking so much?
Get it?
“Brokeback Mountain” has done a relatively low $45 million at the box office. But because of the Oscar publicity, when the DVD comes out and it goes to cable experts say “Brokeback Mountain” will get a huge push from the back end.
“Crash” won best picture at the Academy Awards; “Crash” is about racism in Los Angeles, it is not about Bode Miller’s Olympics.
How gay are they?
Because of “Brokeback Mountain” and “Capote” and “TransAmerica” this Academy Awards has been dubbed the gay Oscars; in fact, these Oscars were any gayer they’d be called “The Tonys.”
A friend of mine really wanted the gay cowboy movie to win best picture; at least I hope that’s what he meant when he said he was really pushing hard for “Brokeback Mountain.”
The best picture went to “Crash” but insiders say “Brokeback Mountain” almost came from behind to win.
Roger that
Congressman and former fighter ace Randy “Duke” Cunningham was sentenced to eight years in prison for accepting bribes. It’s sad, Cunningham’s call sign in prison will change from “Duke” to “Duchess.”
Two time winner
“It’s Hard Out Here For a Pimp” won the Oscar for best original song. “It’s Hard Out Here For a Pimp” also won the award for the song President Bush will never, ever, understand.
Good host
Jon Stewart did a good job hosting the Oscars but the too-cool Hollywood hot shot crowd was tough. Dick Cheney laughed harder at Stewart’s Dick Cheney joke.
Jon Stewart did a good job hosting the Oscars but the too-cool Hollywood crowd was tough. The last time I saw that many shots of frozen smiles, David Letterman was introducing Oprah to Uma.
At the Oscars, did you see the shots of Jaoquin Phoenix in the audience? He couldn’t have looked more uncomfortable if he was sitting in a proctologist’s waiting room.
Not his year
It was sad, at the Oscars, Bode Miller was nominated for best underachiever but, sadly, he was going too fast on the red carpet, missed going through the metal detector and was disqualified.
Oh goody
The Oscar presenter Goody bag was worth over $100,000. Thank goodness, I couldn’t sleep because I was worried that Jack Nicholson went home empty-handed.
And Hollywood actually wonders why the rest of the world thinks they are out of touch; “Excuse me, Mr. Steven Spielberg, before you climb into your Hummer limousine to go home to your palatial beach estate, don’t forget your $100,000 Oscar Goody bag.”
The Oscars didn’t all go smoothly. Sadly, after his best supporting actor acceptance speech, George Clooney had to be treated for a sore shoulder, he strained it patting himself on the back for Hollywood’s politics.
How did the $100,000 Oscar goody bag get its start? Did some guy actually say; “It is just not enough that these rich beautiful pampered movie stars get endless awards, we need to do more. I know, a sack full of a hundred grand worth of free crap, yeah, that should do it.”
Since you asked Sunday morning Coff-ay style:
Good Google a Moogle I feel good, hah, like I knew that I would, child. After a lovely Mexican repast at En Fuego in Del Mar followed by a gorgeous Sunset Saturday night with Virg and Miss thing, I got up at the unheard of 5:00 am on Sunday and prepared for a 30 mile bike ride with my Ironman buddy, Dave.
My goodness it was cold and it just got colder as a front was heading in. At 6:05 am, we rode hard for two hours including maintaining 12 mph up a steep and long hill. 30+ on the same section coming down. Gassed. And my feet were frozen blocks of ice and my fingertips were screaming. God bless the hot shower, the fleece top, jeans and Ugg boots and piping hot French roast coff-ay. With a dash of cinnamon. (No, I am not gay, not that there is a single thing wrong with it)
But the best part is being completely worked out by 8:00 on Sunday. Big day ahead of watching golf and couch surfing. Making a grilled pineapple and Canadian bacon pizza for the Oscars. (We were going to do the traditional Chinese food, but we had that Friday night) First grill the Canuck bacon and the pineapple, then grill the dough on the upside, add sauce, cheese and toppings and shut off the middle grill and bake it right on the grill adding some soaked hickory chips on the fire.
When is HBO’s “Deadwood” coming back? It is probably not good that I admit this, but there is one scene I envy when the sinister bar owner and town manipulator and aptly-named Al Swearengen mutters under his breath; “I need to f*ck something.” And then he yells to the hardened but-heart-of-gold pretty hooker, Trixie, “Trixie, come up here, and bring a bottle.”
Just once I’d like to yell that and not have someone laugh.
Is that asking so much?
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