So I've watched The Middle a few times now and I'm kind of torn. It had great moments but I was SO MUCH like Sue as a kid that it's kind of painful to watch. Eden Sher just kills it in every episode I've seen.

Honestly, that was the moment I changed channels. Barney's plays have been about masking insecurities. We've seen that as far back as "Game Night". Latter day HIMYM just pretends he's always been this guy when we know as a character he's capable of more.

I was hoping against hope for the upset. I kind of wish that the Oscars just nominate him every year now. If only to have his disapproving glares fill the time.

To be fair, I'm 80% sure Nicholson shows up drunk to these things. You can't count on his diction.

I like the fact that even though fifteen years separate his wins, he freaked out during his acceptance speeches in the same manner.

Add Ryan Seacrest to this list and it's damned complete.

Not just named after a plant, self-named after a plant.

I anticipate MacFarlane possibly trying too hard. He'll attempt edgy but oddly polite celeb insults and old-timey Kaiser jokes one after the other and loose half the audience at any given time.

Clive Bixby should probably be somewhere on this list. It/he is too much a reoccuring character on Modern Family to ignore.

I thought the same thing.

RENT is the perfect musical for when you're around 14. Young enough to still be idealistic but old enough to apprciate pretty mild rebellion. It looses any appeal once you realize that having money is kind of super important.

chicken sandwich?

re: Joaquin Phoenix: there's an episode of the '80s Alfred Hitchcock Presents where he plays a deaf kid who hires Robert Loggia to kill his father. It's gloriously 80s in style and tone…and it's on youtube in it's entirety.

He would have won as producer on The Departed but the Academy limited the number of listed producers that year.

I was really hoping that Matthew would die off camera. In my mind, he falls of a cliff while hunting. Everyone would sadly retell the events at the beginning of the fourth season and the Dowager Countess would make a comment about how a proper English gentlemen wouldn't have screamed on the way down. 

So this was posted four days ago which means the chances of anyone reading this are slim…but:

If anyone needs me I'll be out on the balcony grabing a breath of fresh. *small sob*

I guess it goes from God, to Jerry, to you, to the cleaners, right Kent?

…and the post ended rather succinctly.

As though I needed another reason to hate William Jennings Bryan.