Jodie Foster at a premiere in Germany, 2007. (Photo: Wikipedia)
JODIE COMES OUT. AGAIN.
I don’t watch the Golden Globes. I also don’t watch the Oscars, the SAGs, the Grammys, the VMAs, the CMAs, the Emmys, or, for that matter, any of the other manufactured news events where celebrities from the entertainment industry gather in a big room to gush all over each other on the back for a couple of hours.
Add the fact that so many people do watch them–gobble them up, in fact, as though they’re truly examples of prime television–to the list of things I fundamentally don’t understand. At any rate, I did catch a few of the highlights the next morning, the most notable of which being Jodie Foster’s stirring speech after accepting the Cecille B. DeMille Award. Continue reading →
I thought everyone might be interested to know, in brief, that I’ve been laughing non-stop for the past ten minutes. At what?, you ask. Well, this afternoon, I came screeching to the revelation that I have, in fact, and without realizing it, been both saying and singing it wrong for my entire life. What’s even more humorous to me, moreso than my illogical error, is my consistent failure to notice that illogicality.
What on Earth am I talking about?, you ask. Well, the song “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” that’s what. See, today I realized that when singing that time-honored Christmas hymn, one does not say, “On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me…” Rather, one says, “On the first day of Christmas, my true love sentto me” (or gave). I realized that upon discovering, quite randomly, that the former makes absolutely no sense whatsoever and I’m truly at a loss as to how that never occurred to me.