I take lots of meds. One, Prazosin, has as one of its side effects "vivid dreams." I have to get myself off this medicine. The dreams are getting to be too much.
This site is currently being peer-reviewed. So I thought maybe I should kiss up to the reviewer in this space. Of course, I don't know who the reviewer is, or what kinds of things they would like, or what would impress them in anyway. So I get paranoid: what will they think? I re-read the most recent blogs to see how I come across:
complaint about "God Bless America"
excerpt from the lyrics to "Disco Lady"
brief mention of Milton Berle's dick
endless drivel while watching the Oscars
It's official: I feel sorry for whoever has to review this site.
Major League Baseball has announced that "God Bless America" will continue to be sung during the seventh-inning stretch of all games until further notice.
I'm subscribed to an internet radio thingie, Radio MX. You can semi-program it in various ways; one of these is to pick an "era." So I told it to play only songs from 1976. I got stuff like "Still the One," "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover," "Get Up and Boogie," "Times of Your Life" (thank god there's a reject button), "A Little Bit More," "Boogie Fever," "If You Leave Me Now," "Love Is Alive," "You Sexy Thing," and best of all, "Disco Lady," which is so inspiring I've decided it's time once again to quote some lyrics:
Shake it up, shake it down
Move it in, move it round
Move it in, move it out
Move in and about
Hey sexy lady
Said I like the way you move your thang
Lord have mercy girl
You dance so fine, and you're right on time.
Girl you ought to be on T.V. on Soul Train.
A moment of silence in tribute to the passing away of a Hollywood legend. Yes, it's true: Milton Berle's penis is dead.
A word or two on Training Day, Denzel, and the Oscar. The movie was good for its kind, much better than director Antoine Fuqua's earlier Replacement Killers. Didn't always make sense, ending was stupid, but there was also much to like. And yes, Denzel was terrific, but he's terrific a lot. He's now been nominated for five Oscars and won twice. For all I know, he deserved the most recent one; the only other nominee I saw was Russell Crowe, and I'd choose Denzel's job over Crowe's. But in 1993 the Best Actor Oscar went to Al Pacino for a hammy performance in Scent of a Woman, while Denzel had to settle for a nomination for his work in Malcolm X. So, somebody explain to me how Denzel in Training Day is an Oscar-deserving performance, but Denzel as Malcolm is not.
So, to summarize for those who don't want to read the whole thing:
The Good: Uma Thurman's cleavage. Whoopi, Sidney, Halle, Denzel: 'bout damn time. Randy Newman. Clip from Mean Streets.
The Bad: 9/11 (tm), Beautiful Mind, Barbra Streisand.
The Ugly: Beautiful Mind won four Oscars. Black Hawk Down won two Oscars. Midnight Run never won any Oscars. Not even for best screenplay, for immortal dialogue like when Dennis Farina sez "Is this moron number one? Put moron number two on the phone." There's no justice in the world.
Hey, they finished off with one last cheap appeal to the memory of 9/11 (tm)!
Ron Howard's best picture ... call it Beautiful Mind if you want, although I'd vote for Splash ... is worse than Peter Jackson's worst movie, which, ironically, is Lord of the Rings. Oh well.
He better thank Andy and Aunt Bee ...