The dresses weren't even all that this year
11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?
I feel like explaining any inside joke wouldn't really translate to anyone outside the "inside" but here goes. D and I have an imaginary secretary named Ms Bea. When we worked directly together our conversations would usually veer pretty far off the track and we'd joke about needing a stenographer to read us back certain parts so we could keep track. Like, speaking about Sophia Bush one day I misinterpreted what D said as "Simply Bush". Or the line "my friend Brent" as "friend-friend Brenda". I have issues with ear-to-brain interpreting when people talk, basically.
We need a podcast or a Youtube channel or something, is what I'm saying. And what seems to be somewhat of a running theme because more than once I've had someone say that a reality show based around my family or our offices could do well, LOL.
So that was some Oscars show, huh? I got four guesses right in my group and was the only one to predict Emma Stone's win. But coming in around FOUR fucking hours was INSANE. All those vignettes they aired before the bigger categories with clips from previous winners was unnecessary. I know Hollywood likes to jerk off to themselves all the time but COME ON. The Matt Damon/Kimmel bits were funny enough and I didn't even mind when they brought in the bus of tourists because it was a funny, pure bit. The two people at the front of the line were so genuinely expressive and happy to be there that it was an adorable moment.
D was also super pissed/jealous that the lady got Jennifer Aniston's sunglasses because JA is her GIRL.
I wasn't at all impressed with Casey Affleck winning and his weird, mumbly speech about wishing he had something more meaningful to say. Don't need your bullshit, you misogynist piece of shit.
Ah well, all the awards that mean nothing in the long run are done for another year. Woo!
I feel like explaining any inside joke wouldn't really translate to anyone outside the "inside" but here goes. D and I have an imaginary secretary named Ms Bea. When we worked directly together our conversations would usually veer pretty far off the track and we'd joke about needing a stenographer to read us back certain parts so we could keep track. Like, speaking about Sophia Bush one day I misinterpreted what D said as "Simply Bush". Or the line "my friend Brent" as "friend-friend Brenda". I have issues with ear-to-brain interpreting when people talk, basically.
We need a podcast or a Youtube channel or something, is what I'm saying. And what seems to be somewhat of a running theme because more than once I've had someone say that a reality show based around my family or our offices could do well, LOL.
So that was some Oscars show, huh? I got four guesses right in my group and was the only one to predict Emma Stone's win. But coming in around FOUR fucking hours was INSANE. All those vignettes they aired before the bigger categories with clips from previous winners was unnecessary. I know Hollywood likes to jerk off to themselves all the time but COME ON. The Matt Damon/Kimmel bits were funny enough and I didn't even mind when they brought in the bus of tourists because it was a funny, pure bit. The two people at the front of the line were so genuinely expressive and happy to be there that it was an adorable moment.
D was also super pissed/jealous that the lady got Jennifer Aniston's sunglasses because JA is her GIRL.
I wasn't at all impressed with Casey Affleck winning and his weird, mumbly speech about wishing he had something more meaningful to say. Don't need your bullshit, you misogynist piece of shit.
Ah well, all the awards that mean nothing in the long run are done for another year. Woo!