My Day: 15 August 2011

Cleaning day -- the place actually looks pretty presentable when it's vacuumed and spiffed up. Almost ready to put it on the market.
Monday is Major TV Night around here -- new episodes of Eureka and Warehouse 13; then a Castle episode we hadn't seen. Glued to the tube all evening.
Almost all my fingernails seem to be peeling -- M thinks it might be a lack of Biotin in my diet. So that's one more supplement to take (oh, goodie!).

032410: Random Musings

Checked my email on my Pre last night before I went to bed, and noticed a message from GoodReads saying I'd won a book in the First Reads program. So I signed in this morning and found that, lo and behold, I had. I'm supposed to be getting Live to Tell, by Lisa Gardner – I've seen her on TRU-TV. Very good! I won one of the First Reads giveaways once before, about a year ago; but the book never arrived. So now if the book actually shows up this time, I'll be really happy.

A bit of sad news today: Robert Culp died this morning after falling and hitting his head, while he was out walking near his home in the Hollywood hills. He was 79. He was always one of my favorites – even before he starred with Bill Cosby in "I Spy" on TV in the '60s. Of course, he'd been around for years before that, and I especially liked him in the "Demon With a Glass Hand" episode of "Outer Limits." But "I Spy" was great, too. I always loved the off-hand humor tossed around between the Cosby-Culp characters, and the exotic locales. And I especially loved the way they dressed – all those tennis shirts and white sneakers gave it a very spiffy, mid-1960s American look that was extremely appealing and cool. Beach Boy chic. And Culp was, of course, very good-looking no matter what he was wearing – that was certainly another attraction. If I wasn't so determined to fight nostalgia whenever it rears its ugly head, I might say it's just about time to see if "I Spy" is available on DVD.

Watching Hollywood Watching Itself

We watched the Academy Awards last night. A mistake, and I knew it would be, but there wasn't much of interest on any of the other channels, and I probably won't feel like taking on a movie until I get my new eyeglasses next weekend. So, the Oscars it was. And, as awards shows go, it wasn't really bad. Nobody misbehaved or broke down uncontrollably or made crude remarks (well, if you don't count all that nonsense Sandra Bullock came up with about Meryl Streep). In fact, it was so smooth it was downright boring. There were no gate crashers (at least they didn't show up on stage), no streakers, no protesters. Nothing really to set it apart. In fact, even the "tribute to the dead" part wasn't really as wrenching as usual – it went by so fast, it seemed like there must have been only three or four industry-types who died last year.

I could have done without all that silly preamble stuff – actors telling us about what they think of other actors before the awards were actually announced. Who cares who loves who? Just get on with opening the envelopes, please!

I didn't like the interpretive dance production in the middle of the show, either. What was that all about anyway? It seemed to go on for hours, and I never really understood exactly what they were supposed to be interpreting.

And I didn't care much for all the beautiful teenaged presenters, either. I guess that makes me a curmudgeon, huh? Or just a mean old broad, but that's OK. I know the networks have to try to appeal to the "younger audience" (or think they do) – but it would be nice if the kids could at least look a little more engaged, and a little less bored when they're on stage. Sullen is sullen, no matter whether it's done by an adolescent vampire-movie star or the local McDonald's cashier. And it ain't pretty, folks.

I don't usually watch the show, these days. There was a time when I wouldn't have missed it for anything, but I'm really not that much of a movie fanatic anymore. M and I hardly ever go out to movies (although we did make it out over the weekend – more on that later); and although we do see quite a few movies on DVD (thanks to Comcast and Netflix), our tastes are extremely esoteric and selective. Long gone are the days when we saw every film that comes out during the year, domestic and foreign. So it's not at all uncommon for me to have seen not a one of the nominated films or performances. In fact, of the films mentioned in any of the categories this year, I've seen exactly two – Star Trek and Crazy Heart. I was glad Jeff Bridges won for Best Actor – he was truly magnificent as Bad Blake in Crazy Heart; but not having seen any of the other performances, I really didn't have any other candidates to root for.

It was not the greatest show the Academy has put on. Steve and Alec were OK hosts, but they seemed really reigned in all night, and all but disappeared halfway through. Not exactly two wild and crazy guys. I'm hoping for a return of Billy or Whoopi or Ellen or even Jon next year. Not that I'm promising to be watching next year. About midway through the show, M switched over to the Celtics/Wizards basketball game, and after that we watched the Oscars in bits, here and there. Which didn't seem to detract too much. The game was much more exciting, and everyone involved looked like they really wanted to be there.