academy shorts

I was poised to ponder deep(ish) thoughts about this year's nominations today, but it's just not coming together. I'm distracted by the school bus, carrying away my much-healthier kids, and clean sheets and did I mention the sun is out.

But my Superbowl airs this Sunday and I can't help noting:

• I haven't yet seen three, 3!!, best picture nominations as of Friday morning. Can I cram? And Benjamin Button is 3 hours long...This may prove not to be a magic number.
• I'm still not loving Slumdog Millionaire; I liked it, that's all. I know this is blasphemy. I'm supposed to love it, I know, but it felt 1 part brutal, 2 parts unrealistic fairy tale. This bullet could become it's own post, so I'll stop there.
• I did love Gran Torino. I loved Clint Eastwood. I loved Bee Vang and Ahney Her. This bullet could become it's own post, so I'll stop there.

• I don't care for Barbara Walters, but I'll suffer through her interviews in the name of tradition.
• I'm rooting for Kate. Her performances in The Reader & Revolutionary Road were spellbinding. She is completely crush worthy.

I can't wait for Stephanie's party - be strong oh warrior, against the mighty germs - and the good food and company and our own red carpet.

{silly yelp} {so embarrassing}

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(I just re-read posts from last February. I was whining about coughing and fevers and missing school last year too. This is a pattern I am ready to amend.)