Tuesday, January 24, 2006
sick vision and a poll
so what if hell was an endless game of $25,000 pyramid (except it's like, $100 million) and i'm paired with some completely retarded celebrity. and who would be the worst to be paired with? fran drescher? that girl, help me out
Friday, January 20, 2006
What the Berzelius?
Straight from the Yale rumor mill:
Students are concerned that there was perhaps a little more than the usual grain in the alcohol at the Berzelius masquerade ball this past Tuesday night. Apparently, a quite large number of party attendees who swear they did not drink "that much" or "almost never" blackout can't remember a fucking thing and are just a tad freaked out about it. As we know that no students would choose to drink so much on a Tuesday night as to blackout, surely the fault must lie elsewhere, but where?
What to do, who's to blame, and just how intense will the fallout be? Only time will tell friends, only time will tell.
Students are concerned that there was perhaps a little more than the usual grain in the alcohol at the Berzelius masquerade ball this past Tuesday night. Apparently, a quite large number of party attendees who swear they did not drink "that much" or "almost never" blackout can't remember a fucking thing and are just a tad freaked out about it. As we know that no students would choose to drink so much on a Tuesday night as to blackout, surely the fault must lie elsewhere, but where?
What to do, who's to blame, and just how intense will the fallout be? Only time will tell friends, only time will tell.
You can't make this shit up
Really, as a satirist, there is nothing more to make fun of here, it is already something i might read in a Yale-specific issue of The Onion...
The looks on AKS's and Syverud's faces are priceless.
Here are the nut grafs from the text of the article:
" The impeachment charges against YCC President Steven Syverud '06, Vice President Marissa Brittenham '07 and Treasurer Emery Choi '07, which were proposed by Kennedy-Shaffer at an emergency meeting last Sunday, did not appear on last night's agenda."
AND
" Kennedy-Shaffer's "Olive Branch Proposal" -- in which the representative offered to withdraw from this week's election and drop the impeachment charges in exchange for the adoption of the "Equal Access Amendment" -- was not discussed at the meeting."
AND
"I announced that I would sacrifice my political future for the good of my fellow students, knowing that the good shepherd must sometimes give his life for the sheep," said Kennedy-Shaffer
For the full text, click here
The looks on AKS's and Syverud's faces are priceless.
Here are the nut grafs from the text of the article:
" The impeachment charges against YCC President Steven Syverud '06, Vice President Marissa Brittenham '07 and Treasurer Emery Choi '07, which were proposed by Kennedy-Shaffer at an emergency meeting last Sunday, did not appear on last night's agenda."
AND
" Kennedy-Shaffer's "Olive Branch Proposal" -- in which the representative offered to withdraw from this week's election and drop the impeachment charges in exchange for the adoption of the "Equal Access Amendment" -- was not discussed at the meeting."
AND
"I announced that I would sacrifice my political future for the good of my fellow students, knowing that the good shepherd must sometimes give his life for the sheep," said Kennedy-Shaffer
For the full text, click here
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Not surprisingly
You should all know that That Girl's triumphant return led to a spike in Delino readership on Monday.
Monday, January 16, 2006
And All the Globes Were Golden
Good evening everybody, and welcome to tonight’s Delino Deshields liveblog coverage of the Golden Globes. I’ll be your host for the evening, and hope to do my best as a purveyor of fashion critique, awards insight, personal opinion, insider gossip, and all sorts of other trivial and mean fun. Stay tuned for the evening—people get drunk at the Golden Globes, and I’ll be getting drunk watching them—so tonight should be a good time for all.
A few highlights of the pre-show before we begin:
7:16—Chris Rock says of his school days, “I just went to an all-white school where I got called nigger a lot.” Tall, blond Nancy O’Dell becomes visibly uncomfortable, NBC executives begin calculating the evening’s FCC fines and hoping some stars will save the controversy for the primetime telecast.
7:27—Knowing more, and probably still not many, people will be watching their network tonight than have in the past six months, NBC airs what will be the first of many desperate promotions of its “new” Thursday night all “comedy” lineup.
7:31—Nicolette Sheridan and recently reunited beau Michael Bolton arrive together. I know they used to date because I read about it and saw old pictures in US Weekly, but honestly, I think they last dated before I was born.
7:32—Shaun Robertson asks Hilary Swank how she’s holding up without Chad Lowe. Hilary tries to act like she even notices he’s gone.
7:34—Mariah Carey is a huge bitch, and by huge bitch I don’t mean that she is particularly demanding or entitled or mean, just that she is gi-normous.
7:40—Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker, are both nominated tonight, interviewed as a couple. Nancy O’Dell asks if there was any competition the weekend both their movies opened, they say no, but Sarah dominates the conversation. I’m trying here, but who am I kidding? I love them with my whole heart. Sarah looks wonderful and their joke about leaving James Wilkie five dollars for food actually made me laugh. I hate myself.
7:47—Jamie Foxx can’t stop talking about himself.
7:51—Nancy O’Dell asks the cast of Will and Grace if they think they paved the way for Brokeback Mountain. While Eric McCormack takes the right approach and responds with a joke, Debra Messing, in a major blunder, tries to answer the question seriously.
And now, without further adieu, onto the show…
8:01—My roomate sees Jeremy Piven and sings this song: "Oo Oo Oo, Jeremy Piven, I love you so much, You're my boyfriend."
8:04—Opening credits song, and adaptation of the Pussycat Dolls's "Don't Cha" with celeb-themed lyrics. I don't wish my job was shit like that, I don't wish my job was shit like that...but it probably will be, so whatevs.
8:06—Queen Latifah welcomes everyone, and lets them know her movie opened strong this weekend. Nice.
8:08—Natalie Portman and Adrien Brody present Best Supprting Actor (she looks good, he doesn't, I mean he does, but he could look better), and give really strange desriptions of each nominee's role, including Will Ferrel's "eminent Nazi" in the Producers.
8:11—George Clooney Wins! is hot, thanks Jack Abramoff and reminds everyone that his name includes the phrase jack-off. Sick.
8:12—They're moving fast. Fuck my two-fingered typing. Rachel Weisz wins for Constant Gardener, boosts that movie's Oscar chances, looks amazing, and mentions how well the producer handled "bringing a bunch of rich white people" into Kenya. It's shaping up to be a politics heavy night, and they haven't even started drinking yet.
8:18—Jessica Alba is the most beautiful woman alive. Luke Wilson has alcohol bloat, but so do I, so who cares?
8:19—Paul Newman beats Jeremy Piven in the Supporting Actor free for all. Old man's not even there.
8:21—Teri Hatcher continues the randy middle-aged slut routine with New Superman Brandon Routh. Sandra Oh wins for Grey's Anatomy, laughs hysterically and says "Oh Jesus." Says she feels like something set her on fire, probably all the coke she did in the limo on the way here. Ellen Pompeo claps, is anorexic.
8:28—Drew Barrymore needs a bra, badly. My back hurts just looking at her, my eyes a little too.
8:29—My nemesis returns. DIE EMMY ROSSUM! DIE YOU DUMB SELF-SATISFIED CUNT! I'd just like to remind you all that she has not even been in a movie since Phantom of the Talent, I mean, Opera.
8:31—My drink is very strong, and I wince a little taking a sip.
8:32—Best Actress-TV Drama goes to, not a surprise, Geena Davis. Shemanskies everywhere rejoice. She is a member of Mensa, and earns points for making up some touching story about little girls wanting to be president and admitting she made it up. Closeup on Exec Prod Steven Bochco while yawning.
8:35—My man Ian McShane dutifully presents the Best Actor in a TV Drama category, knows he is a better actor than all of them. Intonates this awareness as he says Hugh Laurie's name. Hugh Laurie does a funny bit, whatever, I'm biased, fuck him. Tells his children to go to bed, like that's never been done before.
8:43—Melanie Griffith's face melts a little as she introduces tonight's Miss Golden Globe, her daughter.
8:45—Everyone remembers why they never wanted to see The Producers.
8:46—Queen Latifah and Matt Dillon are silent just a little too long. Matty D is definitely shitfaced. Strange, happy announcer voice describes Miniseries nominees. Something called Viva Blackpool is nominated. I've never seen it, but I want to now.
8:48—Empire Falls wins. Oh, stories of Maine. Oh, multi-generational drama. Oh, Woodward and Newman. Oh, I do not care.
8:50—William Petersen, presenting with Pamela Anderson, makes a "Beauty and the Geek" joke. She gives him a polite laugh. Immediately upon leaving stage, William Petersen shoots himself in the head.
8:51—Steve Carell wins Best Actor in a TV Comedy. I have watched 40 Year Old Virgin 4 times in the last 3 days. I love him. He also gives by far the funniest speech of the night. I love him a lot. Seriously. I really do.
8:58—Tim Robbins is on stage, but will he talk politics?
8:59—NO! NO! Tim Robbins does not talk politics. Incredible people. INCREDIBLE.
8:59—Jamie Foxx presents Best Actress in a Musical/Comedy, tries his hardest to make it about him.
9:00—Reese Witherspoon wins. She is beautiful in the movie (with brown hair, natch) and beautiful here. I love her too. My roommate exclaims, "I want to be married and famous and beautiful!" As do I, roomie, as do I.
9:02—Chris Rock reminds everyone that they "only have to be nice to black people for two more hours!" Thank God.
9:03—Mary-Louise Parker vs. those Desperate Housewives Bitches
9:04—NANCY BOTWIN WINS! NANCY BOTWINS! Weeds is the best show and she is my favorite person in the entire world, for serious yo. MLP tells everyone on the show she wants to makeout with them. I do too. Where is Romany Malco?
9:10—Emma Thompson gives her Austen seal of approval to Pride and Prejudice while at the same time showing that she is cooler and smarter and funnier than Keira Knightley will ever be.
9:12—Kate Beckinsale and Eric Bana present Actor in a Miniseries. Apparently Eric Bana got his his Australian start in comedy (thank you pre-show trivia), but they both seem pretty humorless to me.
9:14—Jonathan Rhys-Meyers wins for Elvis, which is really a way of honoring/promoting Match Point, so there's a little glimpse of inner Hollywood logic for you.
9:17—S. Epatha Merkerson wins for Best Actress in a Miniseries for Lackawanna Blues, but Mira Sorvino wins for most awkward clip moment of the night with her work recounting a painful childhood rape in Human Trafficing.
9:26—Colin Firth introduces Match Point. When he says Scarlett Johannsen's name, she laughs in a way that makes it clear she has a big crush on him. So do I. The difference is that she will probably fuck him later tonight. Bitch.
9:28—Virginia Madsen and Harrison Ford present Best Screenplay. Virginia has a drink in her hand onstage. Mad props Virginia.
9:29—Brokeback wins for Best Screenplay. Diana Ossana gives a nice speech. But Larry McMurty thanks his typewriter, and that's the sort of crazy talk I find appealing when it comes from late middle-aged male writers. If you want to know the way to my heart, just thank your writing implement.
9:35—More NBC stars! This time its Josh Duhamel and Jill Hennessey. I know what shows there on, but I'm a freak, and I'm sure you normal people don't (it's Las Vegas and Crossing Jordan, respectively)
9:36—Desperate Housewives beats far more deserving Entourage and Weeds for Best TV Comedy. Fuck the year of the Networks, Fuck it right in the Ear!
9:38—Penelope Cruz's accent is too thick to be understood by English speaking people.
9:39—Matthew McConaughey and Sarah Jessica Parker, American icons, present Best Foreign Film to Paradise Now, the terrorist movie. Yay Terrorists! Woo-hoo!
9:45—Catherine Deneuve is, and always will be, hot shit. She gives heavily accented props to A History of Violence, one of my favorite movies of the year.
9:47—Original Score, more like Original Bore! I told you I would be drinking.
9:49—Mariah Carey presents best Original Song, and the winner is...Honey! No, it's not, that's just her best song, although Dreamlover's pretty sick too. In real life, the Brokeback song wins. Gustavo Santolalla (love his name, and love his music—I really do listen to his album when I do homework) thanks Fuckus Features, and I laugh.
9:56—Gwyneth is pregnant, and apparently crazy. She keeps calling Demille winner Sir Anthony Hopkins Antony, but I really thought his name was Anthony. Maybe when you get knighted your name is romanized to the furthest possible extent. Or maybe Gwyneth's just a pretentious crazy person these days. I just don't know. Whichever it is, Sir Antony/Anthony has had some bad work done.
10:11—Mandy Moore introduces the Squid and the Whale, moving just an inch closer to that indie cred she has always wanted.
10:13—Clint Eastwood presents best director to...
10:14—Ang Lee for Brokeback Mountain. The Hollywood Foreign Press can't get by on two high altitude fucks a year, it needs more. The HFPA wants its Brokeback all night long.
10:15—I agree with Ang Lee that this has been a good year for American movies, my roommate doesn't. We throw down.
10:17—John Travolta wants to "acknowledge all the men in the acting categories." I think Johnny T likes to go to Brokeback Mountain a few times a year too, if you know what I mean.
10:19—Usually brooding Joaquin Phoenix makes a joke about winning in the Musical/Comedy category. He is very good looking and has sought treatment for alcoholism. In my apartment, that makes hims just about the hottest thing around.
10:25—Renee Zellweger, who will, what's that everybody, that's right, DIE ALONE, presents Best Comedy/Musical to...
WALK THE LINE!
10:34—The cast of WIll and Grace makes the last appearance together. Hollywood rejoices.
10:35—Best TV Drama goes to...
10:36—LOST! Not a surprise at all, but I have to admit, I like this show, when I watch it I mean, which has really only been three episodes, but those were pretty good. So, if the show which will not be named but it is far more fucking deserving is not even nominated, I suppose it's okay if the cocksuckers from Lost win. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
10:41—LEO! LE-O! LEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO! Oh, I guess he's also presenting an award, for Best Actress.
10:42—Felicity Huffman wins for Transamerica. I met her at an art opening this summer (big ups Titus Welliver!) and she's really nice and cool and funny and good with her kids, and I'm a family oriented girl who likes that sort of thing, so I love her. She also gave eloquent recognition of people who risk ostracism to be who they are that I'm too drunk to explain right now, and I've heard she is amazing in Transamerica, so congratulations Felicity Huffman!
10:48—Hilary Swank presents Best Actor in a Drama. Her waist is tiny, her mouth, not so much.
10:49—And the winner is...
10:50—PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN. Heath was robbed! Robbed I tell you! As Tess says, "Philip Seymour Hoffman just acted weird, it wasn't like a real performance." And as we all know from his recent marriage, Heath is all heterosexual Australian man, so playing gay was a real stretch. But seriousyon, I saw both these movies, and while Hoffman was good, Heath was better, and I attribute this to a case of the HFPA feeling the need to spread the art house love. We'll see how it goes come Oscar time, but this will definitely be the race to watch.
10:55—Denzel (I used to give his son back massages in 8th grade, fo reals) presents for Best Motion Picture-Drama. And the winner is...
BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN! YAY! I cried during this movie and my mom made fun of me for it, but I'll claim that's just because her generation is less accepting than mine. This movie was amazing, and I dare you to find a more touching embrace of a button down shirt in all of film history.
Well, that's it people. It's been good for me. I hope it's been good for you too. Who knows, if you're lucky, I may be back for the Oscars.
A few highlights of the pre-show before we begin:
7:16—Chris Rock says of his school days, “I just went to an all-white school where I got called nigger a lot.” Tall, blond Nancy O’Dell becomes visibly uncomfortable, NBC executives begin calculating the evening’s FCC fines and hoping some stars will save the controversy for the primetime telecast.
7:27—Knowing more, and probably still not many, people will be watching their network tonight than have in the past six months, NBC airs what will be the first of many desperate promotions of its “new” Thursday night all “comedy” lineup.
7:31—Nicolette Sheridan and recently reunited beau Michael Bolton arrive together. I know they used to date because I read about it and saw old pictures in US Weekly, but honestly, I think they last dated before I was born.
7:32—Shaun Robertson asks Hilary Swank how she’s holding up without Chad Lowe. Hilary tries to act like she even notices he’s gone.
7:34—Mariah Carey is a huge bitch, and by huge bitch I don’t mean that she is particularly demanding or entitled or mean, just that she is gi-normous.
7:40—Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker, are both nominated tonight, interviewed as a couple. Nancy O’Dell asks if there was any competition the weekend both their movies opened, they say no, but Sarah dominates the conversation. I’m trying here, but who am I kidding? I love them with my whole heart. Sarah looks wonderful and their joke about leaving James Wilkie five dollars for food actually made me laugh. I hate myself.
7:47—Jamie Foxx can’t stop talking about himself.
7:51—Nancy O’Dell asks the cast of Will and Grace if they think they paved the way for Brokeback Mountain. While Eric McCormack takes the right approach and responds with a joke, Debra Messing, in a major blunder, tries to answer the question seriously.
And now, without further adieu, onto the show…
8:01—My roomate sees Jeremy Piven and sings this song: "Oo Oo Oo, Jeremy Piven, I love you so much, You're my boyfriend."
8:04—Opening credits song, and adaptation of the Pussycat Dolls's "Don't Cha" with celeb-themed lyrics. I don't wish my job was shit like that, I don't wish my job was shit like that...but it probably will be, so whatevs.
8:06—Queen Latifah welcomes everyone, and lets them know her movie opened strong this weekend. Nice.
8:08—Natalie Portman and Adrien Brody present Best Supprting Actor (she looks good, he doesn't, I mean he does, but he could look better), and give really strange desriptions of each nominee's role, including Will Ferrel's "eminent Nazi" in the Producers.
8:11—George Clooney Wins! is hot, thanks Jack Abramoff and reminds everyone that his name includes the phrase jack-off. Sick.
8:12—They're moving fast. Fuck my two-fingered typing. Rachel Weisz wins for Constant Gardener, boosts that movie's Oscar chances, looks amazing, and mentions how well the producer handled "bringing a bunch of rich white people" into Kenya. It's shaping up to be a politics heavy night, and they haven't even started drinking yet.
8:18—Jessica Alba is the most beautiful woman alive. Luke Wilson has alcohol bloat, but so do I, so who cares?
8:19—Paul Newman beats Jeremy Piven in the Supporting Actor free for all. Old man's not even there.
8:21—Teri Hatcher continues the randy middle-aged slut routine with New Superman Brandon Routh. Sandra Oh wins for Grey's Anatomy, laughs hysterically and says "Oh Jesus." Says she feels like something set her on fire, probably all the coke she did in the limo on the way here. Ellen Pompeo claps, is anorexic.
8:28—Drew Barrymore needs a bra, badly. My back hurts just looking at her, my eyes a little too.
8:29—My nemesis returns. DIE EMMY ROSSUM! DIE YOU DUMB SELF-SATISFIED CUNT! I'd just like to remind you all that she has not even been in a movie since Phantom of the Talent, I mean, Opera.
8:31—My drink is very strong, and I wince a little taking a sip.
8:32—Best Actress-TV Drama goes to, not a surprise, Geena Davis. Shemanskies everywhere rejoice. She is a member of Mensa, and earns points for making up some touching story about little girls wanting to be president and admitting she made it up. Closeup on Exec Prod Steven Bochco while yawning.
8:35—My man Ian McShane dutifully presents the Best Actor in a TV Drama category, knows he is a better actor than all of them. Intonates this awareness as he says Hugh Laurie's name. Hugh Laurie does a funny bit, whatever, I'm biased, fuck him. Tells his children to go to bed, like that's never been done before.
8:43—Melanie Griffith's face melts a little as she introduces tonight's Miss Golden Globe, her daughter.
8:45—Everyone remembers why they never wanted to see The Producers.
8:46—Queen Latifah and Matt Dillon are silent just a little too long. Matty D is definitely shitfaced. Strange, happy announcer voice describes Miniseries nominees. Something called Viva Blackpool is nominated. I've never seen it, but I want to now.
8:48—Empire Falls wins. Oh, stories of Maine. Oh, multi-generational drama. Oh, Woodward and Newman. Oh, I do not care.
8:50—William Petersen, presenting with Pamela Anderson, makes a "Beauty and the Geek" joke. She gives him a polite laugh. Immediately upon leaving stage, William Petersen shoots himself in the head.
8:51—Steve Carell wins Best Actor in a TV Comedy. I have watched 40 Year Old Virgin 4 times in the last 3 days. I love him. He also gives by far the funniest speech of the night. I love him a lot. Seriously. I really do.
8:58—Tim Robbins is on stage, but will he talk politics?
8:59—NO! NO! Tim Robbins does not talk politics. Incredible people. INCREDIBLE.
8:59—Jamie Foxx presents Best Actress in a Musical/Comedy, tries his hardest to make it about him.
9:00—Reese Witherspoon wins. She is beautiful in the movie (with brown hair, natch) and beautiful here. I love her too. My roommate exclaims, "I want to be married and famous and beautiful!" As do I, roomie, as do I.
9:02—Chris Rock reminds everyone that they "only have to be nice to black people for two more hours!" Thank God.
9:03—Mary-Louise Parker vs. those Desperate Housewives Bitches
9:04—NANCY BOTWIN WINS! NANCY BOTWINS! Weeds is the best show and she is my favorite person in the entire world, for serious yo. MLP tells everyone on the show she wants to makeout with them. I do too. Where is Romany Malco?
9:10—Emma Thompson gives her Austen seal of approval to Pride and Prejudice while at the same time showing that she is cooler and smarter and funnier than Keira Knightley will ever be.
9:12—Kate Beckinsale and Eric Bana present Actor in a Miniseries. Apparently Eric Bana got his his Australian start in comedy (thank you pre-show trivia), but they both seem pretty humorless to me.
9:14—Jonathan Rhys-Meyers wins for Elvis, which is really a way of honoring/promoting Match Point, so there's a little glimpse of inner Hollywood logic for you.
9:17—S. Epatha Merkerson wins for Best Actress in a Miniseries for Lackawanna Blues, but Mira Sorvino wins for most awkward clip moment of the night with her work recounting a painful childhood rape in Human Trafficing.
9:26—Colin Firth introduces Match Point. When he says Scarlett Johannsen's name, she laughs in a way that makes it clear she has a big crush on him. So do I. The difference is that she will probably fuck him later tonight. Bitch.
9:28—Virginia Madsen and Harrison Ford present Best Screenplay. Virginia has a drink in her hand onstage. Mad props Virginia.
9:29—Brokeback wins for Best Screenplay. Diana Ossana gives a nice speech. But Larry McMurty thanks his typewriter, and that's the sort of crazy talk I find appealing when it comes from late middle-aged male writers. If you want to know the way to my heart, just thank your writing implement.
9:35—More NBC stars! This time its Josh Duhamel and Jill Hennessey. I know what shows there on, but I'm a freak, and I'm sure you normal people don't (it's Las Vegas and Crossing Jordan, respectively)
9:36—Desperate Housewives beats far more deserving Entourage and Weeds for Best TV Comedy. Fuck the year of the Networks, Fuck it right in the Ear!
9:38—Penelope Cruz's accent is too thick to be understood by English speaking people.
9:39—Matthew McConaughey and Sarah Jessica Parker, American icons, present Best Foreign Film to Paradise Now, the terrorist movie. Yay Terrorists! Woo-hoo!
9:45—Catherine Deneuve is, and always will be, hot shit. She gives heavily accented props to A History of Violence, one of my favorite movies of the year.
9:47—Original Score, more like Original Bore! I told you I would be drinking.
9:49—Mariah Carey presents best Original Song, and the winner is...Honey! No, it's not, that's just her best song, although Dreamlover's pretty sick too. In real life, the Brokeback song wins. Gustavo Santolalla (love his name, and love his music—I really do listen to his album when I do homework) thanks Fuckus Features, and I laugh.
9:56—Gwyneth is pregnant, and apparently crazy. She keeps calling Demille winner Sir Anthony Hopkins Antony, but I really thought his name was Anthony. Maybe when you get knighted your name is romanized to the furthest possible extent. Or maybe Gwyneth's just a pretentious crazy person these days. I just don't know. Whichever it is, Sir Antony/Anthony has had some bad work done.
10:11—Mandy Moore introduces the Squid and the Whale, moving just an inch closer to that indie cred she has always wanted.
10:13—Clint Eastwood presents best director to...
10:14—Ang Lee for Brokeback Mountain. The Hollywood Foreign Press can't get by on two high altitude fucks a year, it needs more. The HFPA wants its Brokeback all night long.
10:15—I agree with Ang Lee that this has been a good year for American movies, my roommate doesn't. We throw down.
10:17—John Travolta wants to "acknowledge all the men in the acting categories." I think Johnny T likes to go to Brokeback Mountain a few times a year too, if you know what I mean.
10:19—Usually brooding Joaquin Phoenix makes a joke about winning in the Musical/Comedy category. He is very good looking and has sought treatment for alcoholism. In my apartment, that makes hims just about the hottest thing around.
10:25—Renee Zellweger, who will, what's that everybody, that's right, DIE ALONE, presents Best Comedy/Musical to...
WALK THE LINE!
10:34—The cast of WIll and Grace makes the last appearance together. Hollywood rejoices.
10:35—Best TV Drama goes to...
10:36—LOST! Not a surprise at all, but I have to admit, I like this show, when I watch it I mean, which has really only been three episodes, but those were pretty good. So, if the show which will not be named but it is far more fucking deserving is not even nominated, I suppose it's okay if the cocksuckers from Lost win. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
10:41—LEO! LE-O! LEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO! Oh, I guess he's also presenting an award, for Best Actress.
10:42—Felicity Huffman wins for Transamerica. I met her at an art opening this summer (big ups Titus Welliver!) and she's really nice and cool and funny and good with her kids, and I'm a family oriented girl who likes that sort of thing, so I love her. She also gave eloquent recognition of people who risk ostracism to be who they are that I'm too drunk to explain right now, and I've heard she is amazing in Transamerica, so congratulations Felicity Huffman!
10:48—Hilary Swank presents Best Actor in a Drama. Her waist is tiny, her mouth, not so much.
10:49—And the winner is...
10:50—PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN. Heath was robbed! Robbed I tell you! As Tess says, "Philip Seymour Hoffman just acted weird, it wasn't like a real performance." And as we all know from his recent marriage, Heath is all heterosexual Australian man, so playing gay was a real stretch. But seriousyon, I saw both these movies, and while Hoffman was good, Heath was better, and I attribute this to a case of the HFPA feeling the need to spread the art house love. We'll see how it goes come Oscar time, but this will definitely be the race to watch.
10:55—Denzel (I used to give his son back massages in 8th grade, fo reals) presents for Best Motion Picture-Drama. And the winner is...
BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN! YAY! I cried during this movie and my mom made fun of me for it, but I'll claim that's just because her generation is less accepting than mine. This movie was amazing, and I dare you to find a more touching embrace of a button down shirt in all of film history.
Well, that's it people. It's been good for me. I hope it's been good for you too. Who knows, if you're lucky, I may be back for the Oscars.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
idiot price is right bidder
i swear i saw a woman bid $1150 following a bid of $1200, so that she could only win if the price fell between $1150-$1199. then, the same woman later bid $999 following a bid of $1000. the thing of it was she must have really known that item because she hit it right on the nose and won! everyone was going nuts, and-- no, of course she didn't hit it. she was a fucking moron.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
60 Second Conspiracy Theory #1
In all the hullabaloo about these recent Iraqi elections, we've failed to keep our eye on the ball about why the U.S. got into the war in the first place. There's of course the farcical Bush rhetoric about "spreading freedom and democracy," and then there's the equally zany "Cheney-Halliburton -blood for oil" theory. But, fair reader, I posit another paradigm altogether in a new segment I like to call 60 Second Conspiracy Theory. And... GO:
In the 1990s Jerry Haleva played Saddam Hussein in hit movies like Hot Shots! and The Big Lebowski, but during the early 2000's, with Hussein out of the news, Haleva was being relegated to obscure TV movies and films. Haleva, eager to regain some attention, used his extensive connections to AIPAC (American-Israel PAC, a favorite of President Bush) to get Bush's ear, and made a deal with Bush whereby Bush would drum up interest in Hussein by entering into war with Iraq- in exchange for a donation from Haleva. Sure enough, soon after Operation Iraqi Freedom began in March 2003 and Haleva got the attention he sought, Haleva made the promised donation to Bush (see the bottom of the page) And THAT's how it really went down!
In the 1990s Jerry Haleva played Saddam Hussein in hit movies like Hot Shots! and The Big Lebowski, but during the early 2000's, with Hussein out of the news, Haleva was being relegated to obscure TV movies and films. Haleva, eager to regain some attention, used his extensive connections to AIPAC (American-Israel PAC, a favorite of President Bush) to get Bush's ear, and made a deal with Bush whereby Bush would drum up interest in Hussein by entering into war with Iraq- in exchange for a donation from Haleva. Sure enough, soon after Operation Iraqi Freedom began in March 2003 and Haleva got the attention he sought, Haleva made the promised donation to Bush (see the bottom of the page) And THAT's how it really went down!
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
2006 Wrap-up
Oh what a year it's been. We here at Delino decided that now was a good time to take a look back at the Best- and Worst - of 2006.
Best natural disaster: Hurricanes? That was SO 2005. The HOT natural disaster of 2006 was Wildfires!
Worst Corporate Merger: This award has to go to Bank of America and MBNA. Seriously, who hooked these two up? Must have been the guy that introduced O.J. to Nicole!
Worst Overplayed Story: Some American kid went to Iraq, blah blah blah. Did I have to hear about it every day of the year?
Worst Dressed: President Bush took the cake in this category. Vertical stripes on the shirt and diagonal stripes on the tie? At least ol' Georgie will have no trouble mediating disputes in the CLASHmir region!
Best Album: The Strokes' First Impressions of Earth. This album was OK.
Best natural disaster: Hurricanes? That was SO 2005. The HOT natural disaster of 2006 was Wildfires!
Worst Corporate Merger: This award has to go to Bank of America and MBNA. Seriously, who hooked these two up? Must have been the guy that introduced O.J. to Nicole!
Worst Overplayed Story: Some American kid went to Iraq, blah blah blah. Did I have to hear about it every day of the year?
Worst Dressed: President Bush took the cake in this category. Vertical stripes on the shirt and diagonal stripes on the tie? At least ol' Georgie will have no trouble mediating disputes in the CLASHmir region!
Best Album: The Strokes' First Impressions of Earth. This album was OK.
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