Jami and Oscar

For many years, I watched the Oscars in breathless wonder. I saw as many of the nominated movies and performances as I could (considering that for most of that time I had no premium channels and a small entertainment budget). I had my picks, I knew who was presenting and I cared about what people wore. Oscars meant dignity and grace, style and recognition, and most of all - winning. It's the glory. In my younger days, I'd thought of being a TV and then eventually movie director. I have pretty good visual sense for things and I love bossing people around. I'd totally be a kick-butt movie director, no doubt. But I left my TV dreams for my love of radio and I left radio for need of money. And then of course, I left the workforce all together for Mommying. But I digress. What I wanted, more than anything, was an Oscar. I still do, really. I want an Oscar (and I want a Stanley Cup ring). I don't want someone to give me theirs or to get one at some sad auction for a celeb gone wrong. I want to win one (that goes for Stanley, too) and I don't even care what for. But, as Eddie would say I really, really do want it. I do. However, and I can't pinpoint where this happened, I got sick of the Oscar ceremony. Maybe it was a few of the crappy hosts. Maybe it was the celebrities starting to dress like lunatics instead of glamorous (and yes, several still do go for the glam). I know that part of it is that many of the movies being nominate I just despised. That started with Titanic. What a piece of 垃圾(luh suh) that was. This year I haven't seen a single nominated best picture, though I do want to see Juno. So I didn't watch the Oscars. I watched the hilarious Death at a Funeral instead, with some of the Evil Fudge That is Still Beating Me. We had a great time.