"So, what does 3D mean?"....Really? No. Shut up.

We love the sun, yes yes. Also, Jeff Buckley's vocal chords and birthdays on Fat Tuesday.

So - ten nominations for Best Picture? Why? Scrolling the list, I'm pretty sure I could whittle it down to five. Ten is just so excessive. I have this sinking feeling that Avatar will bring it home. I mean it was ok. But I hate those people who come out of the theatre all wide-eyed and wide-jawed like "OHMYGAWD that was the BEST movie I've ever seen in my ENTIRE LIFE!!!" It was good, but it wasn't that good. Not "Best Picture" good.

Plus, it's difficult for me to ignore the fact that 50 consecutive days of sold-out shows has transformed me into a fire-breathing curmudgeon of death. Honest to God, I am not myself lately, no thanks to Mr. Cameron. So yeah. He's got that against him. Did he not receive enough adulation with Titanic? Down with Avatar and its insanely ludicrous dialogue!

I still have to see The Hurt Locker and An Education to make up my mind about who deserves a win. I was watching Up in the Air again today and God - it still blows me away. A brilliant, smart, effective movie. Def a fave of 2009.

Now I'm going to eat my free ice cream from the Top's Monopoly game.

my computer works again!

If Avatar wins "Best Picture" I will throw up.

There's more to be said on the subject, but I'm just not up to it. Later.

mean people can be funny!

The blatant ill-will and downright snarky cruelty possessed by an overwhelming segment of the American population will never cease to astonish and bewilder my naturally polite and obliging sensibilities. Call me naive, charge me with unfounded optimism or too buoyant a personality - but I truly just can't get my mind around mean people.

Stupid people I can stomach, mostly. Who doesn't get a slight touch of the dum-dums from time to time? But unwarranted rudeness, deliberate nastiness - it just doesn't register.

There are, thankfully, those rare but oh so sublime occasions in which a mean-spirited individual with every intention of breaking someone down, inadvertently makes me giggle. Or laugh uproariously.

A personal favorite is witnessing beastly customers duke it out with EACH OTHER. Nothing satisfies the soul like a pair of ruffled suburbanites physically (and forcefully) shoving each other in impatient frustration. This weekend, though, a certain dissatisfied customer topped them all. Her comment card read:

"Spent $52 on tickets (Glenn Beck/O' Reilly show) and $25 on snacks. Think you guys could spare some soap for people using the bathroom. HOPE YOUR FAMILY GETS SWINE FLU!!!"

ha. ha. ha!

I have about 600 responses that I could slam in this woman's face. But it's not even worth it. It's sad - she will never know how hard she made me laugh. Or the fact that you're supposed to mail comment cards to our corporate office. Or that we shredded that comment card to bits. After we all had a good round of hearty laughter.

Thanks lady!