I mean, why bury the lead?
I wish I could feel better about said win. Don't get me wrong, I do not feel bad about it, I mean, I'm winner !!!!
This Globes match-up is the most Mike and I have ever differed on our choices. Usually, it comes down to 3-4 categories. This time it was 14 (!), which is also his humour level age......and I'm being generous.
But we (actually, the HFPA) were way off on their selections. Our opinion, obvi. I suppose it could have been us, but.......ehhhhh.....that would admit defeat. So it still came down to the last two categories, which annoyed me.
As Mike and I picked some of the same bigger items, as we neared the end, I figured the worst I could do it tie. ...and I could live with that.
We both decide the hosts left a lot to be desired......though Mike likes Sandra Oh for some reason. I think he thinks she's Lucy Liu.....which of course makes his choices even more odd. But we did chat through the telecast, some about the hosts. (I'm in blue.)
Mike said we should the ones to host it. I think he's right, actually. I mean, we couldn't get any less laughs than Sandberg and Oh giving out flu shots - could we? Apparently, the hosts were already inoculated for 'humour'.
Christian Bale had more humour thanking Satan for the inspiration to play Dick Cheney.
Our back and forth was good, but we've done better. We didn't have great material with which to work, though Mike certainly tried to jab me. And he called me - correctly - on wanting to beg off early and go to bed: "This is the time u start whining". It's true - the man knows me, and he's not even Prince.
But the Golden Globes is just the warm up, though I'm save that judgment after the Oscar nominations are released. We might not have some of these choices.
As for the results, I post them as so Mike does not thinking I'm cheating, though I did audit them twice.
I couldn't bring myself to write 'Mike wins' next to his categories, so I kept it about me - as it should be.
Best Motion Picture – Drama (neither of us)
Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama (neither of us)
Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama (me)
Best Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy (neither of us)
Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy (me!)
Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy (both of us)
Best Actress in a Supporting Role in any Motion Picture (me me me!)
Best Actor in a Supporting Role in any Motion Picture (neither of us)
Best Motion Picture – Animated (not me)
Best Motion Picture – Foreign Language (both of us)
Best Director - Motion Picture (both of us)
Best Screenplay – Motion Picture (neither of us)
Best Original Score – Motion Picture (neither of us)
Best Original Song – Motion Picture (both of us)
Best Television Series – Drama (neither of us)
Best Performance by an Actress in a Television Series – Drama (not me)
Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series – (neither of us)
Best Television Series – Musical or Comedy (neither of us)
Best Performance by an Actress in a Television Series – Musical or Comedy (me me me)
Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series – Musical or Comedy (not me)
Best Television Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television (neither of us)
Best Performance by an Actress in a Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television (neither of us)
Best Performance by an Actor in a Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television (neither of us)
Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role in a Series, Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television (me me me)
Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in a Series, Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television (neither of us)
I will give credit where credit is due: Mike congratulated me and we both went to bed. Well, I did. I'm assuming he did. I didn't gloat - which is a lesson he could learn. But until then, I'll just thank him for participating in the contest he goaded me into asking him to participate in.
I eagerly await my..............ummmm............hey! I don't know what I await, if anything.
If nothing else, my prize could be just be my title image.
Song by: the Who
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So how late am I to the party? Does having a naughty new puppy in the house cut me any slack?
I was shocked -- shocked I tell you -- that Blobby insisted that we play the Golden Globes game. I mean, after all, the aforementioned Blobby went down in flaming defeat at last fall's Emmy Awards competition. And did I ever poke fun at his failure? Even mention his tremendous loss? Make note of my winning scorecard? Damn right I did.
But hey -- the guy thrives on this stuff. So I begrudingly agreed to play the GG. You know, being the kind-hearted chap I am. Let him try and make a comeback.
So I just went through the motions. Barely read the ballot. Never checked my "secret sources". Figured he'd even "forget" the GG were being televised and then make up some excuse later on. "My foot hurt," he'd tell me. Or "I was making tapioca" or some such nonsense.
So was I surprised when Blobby won? Hell no. Truth be told, I couldn't have cared less. I wasn't even watching the show. Was reading Dickens by candlelight.
I'm happy for the guy. I mean, c'mon. He's a good dobbie - nice relationship, great pets, respectable job, could work on the hand-washing issue. But it was Blobby's turn to shine. And I'm glad I handed him this "win". A little boost to his ego. What's the harm?
What's that Blobby? Oh the Oscars are coming up? Double or nothing?
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