Pep Talk Prep Time

This year, I'm gonna be ready.

I've made this promise to myself, and now I've made it to all 3 of you that actually read this rag. This year, I swear, I'll be ready.

I've prepared enough mental exercises to get me through the boredom, and packed my pockets with tissues to absorb the inevitable tears of frustration. I've got a stress-ball in hand so I can work through the rage. There's a super-sized bucket at my feet in case the nausea gets the best of me. 

Christmas is almost upon us (only 10 shopping days left, kids), but instead I'm thinking of....

....(wait for it).....


The 83rd Annual Academy Awards! Woo! And yes, both the ceremony and the movies themselves do have the potential to inspire boredom, frustration, rage, and nausea all at once. But that's what's fun about the whole thing, right? Right? ... ... Sigh. And so, because last year was SO much fun (annoying? ridiculous? hirsute?) I simply must do the whole thing again.

This year, I'm committed to being more POSITIVE about what I do like. Already I can tell this is going to be manageable, because Ron Howard probably won't be nominated for anything this time around. I've even designed a nifty new blog to go with my new outlook. See?

Ok, maybe the new design is a bad example of my new-found positivity, but its going to be there. I promise. I also promise to do more PROOFREADING before posting (read: drink less wine while posting). Any brave souls who'd like to try proofing the posts before they go live, speak now.

So, that's my proof-positive (!!) promise to you, my little masochists (which you must be if you're reading this). Ease up on the cynicism and less typos. In return, I ask only that you tell me when I'm full of shit. I think this is fair, oui?

Oui.

Though, that positivity thing looks a like a tall order after taking a glance at this year's Golden Globe nominees. Goddamn it.

Eli