I have about a half hour commute in the morning (well, in the evening, too ,I guess), which means I heard the Oscar roundup (the Academy Awards, not the guy with the fancy legs) three times (after having been inundated with it by looking at the Internets before even leaving the house). Twice on the “news” and once in a feature story that had to have lasted about 7 minutes. Besides finding out that Jennifer Lawrence tripped on her dress and that Ben Afleck hadn’t even been nominated for Best Director on Argo (oh, the outrage!), I also learned that the NPR “Entertainment Blogger” is apparently a humorless twit who didn’t like Seth MacFarlane one little bit – calling him both awkward and boring.
I didn’t watch, so perhaps he was. But I did read one of his jokes that I thought was pretty funny. After mentioning the Raymond Massey and Daniel Day Lewis depictions of Abraham Lincoln, MacFarlane said something to the effect of “but the one actor who really got inside Linclon’s head was John Wilkes Booth. OK, so maybe I’m crass and juvenile, but I laughed out loud at that one (as Seth said – “what, 150 years and it’s still too soon?”).
Speaking of Lincoln and Hollywood, Raymond Massey is a Canuck and Lewis is a Brit. Are there no Americans who can play Abe Lincoln? Or at least somebody from a country that doesn’t have a Queen?
Of course, the other “big” news from yesterday was that Jimmie Johnson won the Daytona 500. Apparently everybody kept their vehicles out of the stands, which I guess is a good thing, but you have to admit the only actually interesting part of watching a bunch of people drive around in circles is when there happens to be a fiery crash (extra points when flaming vehicle parts fly up into the crowd).
I really don’t know much about NASCAR, so I looked up the Daytona International Speedway (what exactly makes it “international” I don’t know). It’s a 2.5 mile track, so – if I’ve got the math right – that’s 200 laps. Around and around and around.
Well, to each his or her own. There are folks who are mighty passionate about their NASCAR (I guess that would be auto eroticism). It’s a good excuse to drink beer, I suppose. But I can sit out by the road and drink beer while the cars go by if I get a hankering for some exhaust fumes.
Oh well, back to work today. It kinda sucks, but it’s the only way to get to Friday.