These guys know good and well they're not going to win anything this year, yet they insist on dragging their sour-looking selves out to every awards presentation, apparently laboring under the belief that we would miss them were they to do otherwise. Wrong. We wouldn't. We're sick of them. Especially her. Memo to Angelina: Next time choose a dress that doesn't seem to accentuate the spindliness of your arms. You look like the old, dead, gnarled tree that used to scare the bejeebers out of me when I was a kid. Why my mother wouldn't just put a curtain up in that window is beyond me.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Just Stay Home
These guys know good and well they're not going to win anything this year, yet they insist on dragging their sour-looking selves out to every awards presentation, apparently laboring under the belief that we would miss them were they to do otherwise. Wrong. We wouldn't. We're sick of them. Especially her. Memo to Angelina: Next time choose a dress that doesn't seem to accentuate the spindliness of your arms. You look like the old, dead, gnarled tree that used to scare the bejeebers out of me when I was a kid. Why my mother wouldn't just put a curtain up in that window is beyond me.
