
Like every year, we watched a couple of Oscar movies, but none of them knocked our socks off or left us wishing for more; the opposite.

Like every year, we watched a couple of Oscar movies, but none of them knocked our socks off or left us wishing for more; the opposite.

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“If one more person shows me their prisoner number, I will punch a holocaust survivor.” I didn’t mean it, not even close, but hoped that somehow it would explain how helpless I felt. The situation was too much for me to handle. The sins of our fathers had been transferred to me, and I felt treated unfairly. It made me angry and so sad.

When I saw Julie Andrews on screen, walking the streets hungry, in the search for work, I smiled. The smile I get when I remember someone I like very much. Victor and Victoria came on late at night and I spent an hour sitting in the dark living room watching a film again, which I have seen numerous times already.

Out of boredom, waiting for glue to dry so I could stain a repaired tray, I turned on the TV to watch part of the Oscar spectacle around 9:30 pm Sunday night. I haven’t watched the Hollywood spectacle for years and I quickly regret my decision to tune in.

“… And suddenly the theater prince threw his golden cardboard crown to the floor with momentum, he rolled up his sleeves, and shouted to the audience in a powerful voice:
Let’s go! Now in real life!“
Well, it wasn’t quite like that, but a little bit! Especially inside, in the heart of the man without a crown.

Saturday movie night is still exciting for me, just the way it has been 40 years ago. Times sure have changed. Now we stream a movie right into our living room without leaving our home. If we can’t find something interesting, then we splurge a little and order a PPV.

The coming Sunday, just like every year, golden Oscars will be handed over to the creme de la creme. Hollywood will celebrate Hollywood, and only the best and worthy will win -so they say.

A middle-aged woman is taken to the hospital. While on the operating table she has a near death experience. During that experience she sees God and asks if this is it. God says no and explains that she has another 30 years to live.
Upon her recovery she decides to just stay in the hospital and have a face lift, liposuction, breast augmentation, tummy tuck, etc. She even has someone come in and change her hair color. She figures since she’s got another 30 years she might as well make the most of it.
She walks out of the hospital after the last operation and is killed by an ambulance speeding by. She arrives in front of God and complains, “I thought you said I had another 30 years.”
God replies, “I didn’t recognize you.”