Oscar Moments

If you didn't see this last night on the Oscars, you should watch it now. After Jack and Will's first Academy Awards duet from a few years back, I didn't think I'd see the pair on stage together again, so this was a pleasant surprise. And they gave them even more air time this time around!

A Comedian at the Oscars

Also, this was kind of cool and weird.

My So-Called Photographic Memory

As I mentioned in the previous post, I rented the first three episodes of "My So-Called Life" from the library yesterday. It's been a while since I've seen it, and I don't know if I ever really saw the entire season, but as soon as I watched the first 15 minutes of the pilot, all the characters and memorable moments of the show came flooding back to me. Each time Graham or Patty said something, I could have sworn that I'd seen them in many things since their days on the show. Same goes for Rickie and little Brian Krakow. Tormented by the "what have I seen them in lately?" feeling, I perused the My So-Called Life section of IMDB, only to find that, aside from Claire Danes and Jared Leto, none of them have been in anything significant, or at least nothing that would have left an impression. A few episodes of CSI, a made-for-TV-movie here or there, but overall, a big list of side jobs. Disappointing as it may be, I guess it just makes me all the more excited to sit down and relive the life and times of Angela Chase. At least this time, I'm old enough to understand it.

Bring It On

I found out yesterday that we will be in Disney World at the same time as the national high school cheerleading championships and that we are taking the same flight home as the Canon Mac squad. Disney might be the happiest place on earth, but I don't know if it has the power to drown out hordes of perky (in the annoying kind of way) teenage girls. I'm not looking forward to the experience, but there is one good thing that will come out if it. If we're on the plane with the cheerleaders on the way home, that means less open seats that could go to a potential terrorist. See? I'm always looking on the bright side.

And just to throw in a very applicable quote from "My So-Called Life" that I rented from the library yesterday, "Can't people just cheer on their own?"

Old People Say the Darndest Things

I think I'm going to start producing a new television show called "Old People Say the Darndest Things." Obviously, it will be the same type of show as Bill Cosby's creation that bore close to the same name, but with one key difference. As you might have guessed, the people saying the darndest things will not be kids, but old people (or grandparents, if the networks think "old people" might be offensive.) The host wouldn't quite ask pointed questions as much as he would gently guide the old people in their storytelling. My grandma would be the first guest, as she has perfected the art of saying the darndest things (most of the time without even knowing it). Here are a few examples:

*"Is Christopher turning Jewish? I remember the Jewish family I used to work for. There were five children. I'll always remember their names. There was Sidney, Harvey, Harry...and I don't remember the rest."

*Grandma: Caity, you have a good singing voice.

Me: No, Grandma, I really don't.

Grandma: Sure, you do. You're just being down on yourself. I bet Jonathan has a good voice, too. It probably runs in the family. You probably all have good voices....well, except Christopher.

*"I'm on lots of medications." She begins to list them...
"And I take cubadin. That's rat poison!"

As you can see, if you can get them going, you never know what's going to come out of their mouths next. Since there is no shame in the television world of completely ripping off other networks' programming concepts (think of the boom of home-makeover shows after Trading Spaces emerged), I really think this show could work...or at least last longer than ABC's "Daybreak," right?

It's Electric

For the past few weeks, I've been getting constantly shocked by static electricity just about every time I touch something in our house. The other day, I was laying on the couch watching television, and when I got up and went to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and noticed that I looked like a physics student who had just tried out the Van de Graaf generator. My hair was sticking up all over the place...by its own free will. I thought the cause of all of this electricity might be the slippers that I'm alway shuffling around the house in, but I've now discovered that even when wearing regular shoes or just socks, I get shocked all the same. Yesterday when I hit the light switch, a blue spark actually shot out and caught my clothes on fire. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it was definitely the worst jolt yet. I've been tolerating all this minor electrocution as much as possible, but today, I got shocked by the last thing I thought would ever be capable of shocking me...a pie. Guy and I baked a pie for Valentine's dessert, and it was sitting on the stove to cool. When I gently touched the top to see if it was ready for devouring, I heard the familiar "pop" sound and felt that unforgettable zap shoot through my hand. Who would have thought a scrumptious pastry could wreak such havoc? Needless to say, I was truly shocked...in all senses of the word.