You best believe it, I ain't never givin' up
So I was gonna post this big long recap/list o'crap from when I rewatched the Lost Pilot this afternoon -- yeah, I'm starting the rewatch I was talking about. I can do it - I've got two months, right? Right? -- but I decided not to. Yes, I am taking notes, because my geekery knows no bounds, but transcribing them to an LJ post? That takes too long. And I have to be up in six hours.
But hey - did we remember that Boone was a lifeguard? Weird...
Looking at the Golden Globe/SAG nominations... I'm going to have to go see Precious, aren't I? Dammit. I really, really didn't want to see that, because it looks beyond depressing, but ... all in the name of art and crap, right?
Someday -- someday, mind you -- Oscar-nominated films will not be horribly depressing. It's a goal I strive for. Last year's mix was great - yeah, Revolutionary Road kinda hit me in the gut, but the five Best Picture nominees at least had some redeeming qualities.
*sigh* Damn you, Oprah Winfrey.
But hey - did we remember that Boone was a lifeguard? Weird...
Looking at the Golden Globe/SAG nominations... I'm going to have to go see Precious, aren't I? Dammit. I really, really didn't want to see that, because it looks beyond depressing, but ... all in the name of art and crap, right?
Someday -- someday, mind you -- Oscar-nominated films will not be horribly depressing. It's a goal I strive for. Last year's mix was great - yeah, Revolutionary Road kinda hit me in the gut, but the five Best Picture nominees at least had some redeeming qualities.
*sigh* Damn you, Oprah Winfrey.