Hello friends on the World Wide Web That Al Gore Graciously Gave Us. I hope your day is going just peachy. I am currently on my couch, enjoying the first couple hours of my weekend. With that said, there's always more things to say here.
As you'll see in tomorrow's Weekend, there's a whole lot of stuff going on in the next few days. First of all, two films with clear Oscar buzz finally open here in the city. Those two movies are "Milk" and "Slumdog Millionaire." So that's something to do, of course.
And as many long-time readers know, I'm the only under-30 male on the planet, I presume, that still loves "Survivor." This is the best weekend to be a fan since a new episode is on tonight, and then the three-hour finale comes Sunday. Good times. This hasn't been the best of seasons, but I've seen worse, too.
What else is going on? Well, the Golden Globe nominees were announced. I'm going to refrain from commenting right now because I haven't had enough to go through them, and I really haven't seen enough of the movies yet. The next two months of my life is spent seeing a ton of movies, including the aforementioned couple sometime this weekend. Although I will say that I have this feeling "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" is not going to be as good as the buzz, yet it's the exact kind of film those kooky foreigners who vote for the Globes love. Oh, and why is Heath Ledger a supporting actor? Are we actually going to call Christian Bale the lead in "The Dark Knight"? Come on, now. Really?
As you can see above, this month's issue of GQ finds Jennifer Aniston naked on the cover. Now, I'm not complaining. It's nice to look at. But I do want to mention she's also on the cover of this week's EW, and in that story she complains about the paparazzi, all the while sitting in some posh restaurant in Los Angeles. If you really just want to make movies and live a private life, don't live in L.A., pose naked on magazine covers and visit very public places. OK?
This story about Macauley Culkin's sister dying is kind of weird. Odd stuff.
In my favorite story of the last couple days, a Chilean cardinal thinks Madonna "rouses impure thoughts." OK, buddy. I mean, isn't this dude like 10 years too late? I remember having impure thoughts about Madge when I was like 14 or something, but 15 years later, in 2008, really? Isn't she just some woman who had a whole lot of plastic surgery and looks kind of odd now?
Connecticut made the national news because of Joanne Woodward. Good stuff, and this sounds like a good event.
One of my favorite songwriters, Carl Newman, announced his upcoming tour. Alas, I will have to drive out of state to hear the good stuff. Newman is the mastermind behind one of my favorite bands, The New Pornographers. The new record, "Get Guilty," is just waiting for me to listen to it, something I will do right when I'm done with this entry.
Oh, and lastly, Rolling Stone announced its 50 best records of 2008. Now, when you're choosing 50 albums, of course some of are going to be deserving and all. But some of these? Let's just say the "music" magazine that has recently put Obama, Britney and, next, Brad Pitt on its cover loses a little more cred each year. Yep. The Jonas Brothers, huh? I am seriously laughing.
As you'll see in tomorrow's Weekend, there's a whole lot of stuff going on in the next few days. First of all, two films with clear Oscar buzz finally open here in the city. Those two movies are "Milk" and "Slumdog Millionaire." So that's something to do, of course.
And as many long-time readers know, I'm the only under-30 male on the planet, I presume, that still loves "Survivor." This is the best weekend to be a fan since a new episode is on tonight, and then the three-hour finale comes Sunday. Good times. This hasn't been the best of seasons, but I've seen worse, too.
What else is going on? Well, the Golden Globe nominees were announced. I'm going to refrain from commenting right now because I haven't had enough to go through them, and I really haven't seen enough of the movies yet. The next two months of my life is spent seeing a ton of movies, including the aforementioned couple sometime this weekend. Although I will say that I have this feeling "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" is not going to be as good as the buzz, yet it's the exact kind of film those kooky foreigners who vote for the Globes love. Oh, and why is Heath Ledger a supporting actor? Are we actually going to call Christian Bale the lead in "The Dark Knight"? Come on, now. Really?
As you can see above, this month's issue of GQ finds Jennifer Aniston naked on the cover. Now, I'm not complaining. It's nice to look at. But I do want to mention she's also on the cover of this week's EW, and in that story she complains about the paparazzi, all the while sitting in some posh restaurant in Los Angeles. If you really just want to make movies and live a private life, don't live in L.A., pose naked on magazine covers and visit very public places. OK?
This story about Macauley Culkin's sister dying is kind of weird. Odd stuff.
In my favorite story of the last couple days, a Chilean cardinal thinks Madonna "rouses impure thoughts." OK, buddy. I mean, isn't this dude like 10 years too late? I remember having impure thoughts about Madge when I was like 14 or something, but 15 years later, in 2008, really? Isn't she just some woman who had a whole lot of plastic surgery and looks kind of odd now?
Connecticut made the national news because of Joanne Woodward. Good stuff, and this sounds like a good event.
One of my favorite songwriters, Carl Newman, announced his upcoming tour. Alas, I will have to drive out of state to hear the good stuff. Newman is the mastermind behind one of my favorite bands, The New Pornographers. The new record, "Get Guilty," is just waiting for me to listen to it, something I will do right when I'm done with this entry.
Oh, and lastly, Rolling Stone announced its 50 best records of 2008. Now, when you're choosing 50 albums, of course some of are going to be deserving and all. But some of these? Let's just say the "music" magazine that has recently put Obama, Britney and, next, Brad Pitt on its cover loses a little more cred each year. Yep. The Jonas Brothers, huh? I am seriously laughing.
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