It’s like they didn’t even WATCH it.

There is a post coming, I swear! Insert excuses about work, and today, a sore throat, right…here.

I am still EXTREMELY ANGRY (insofar as I can muster up any Oscar-related emotions) about Children of Men not winning anything, but I think I can write through the pain. Also Ro and I had a little The Prestige/The Illusionist comedy routine going. By comedy routine I refer to someone’s inability to remember which movie was which and which one we had actually seen.

Very Funny, Anthea

That’s right – that’s what your snarky comment gets you: your name in the title.

I’m not sure how to improve my lack of posting. Part of the problem, as always, is that my job is so freaking boring that it actually makes me boring, and then I have nothing to talk about. I need to read more, generally – the news, books, the Internet – as that often provides good fodder.

I wrote this a few days ago at work while waiting for a document to load. I find myself very distracted at how messy I think my desk is. I know it’s not, really, but there is just so much STUFF on it. But I don’t know where else I would put said stuff. Right now, in addition to the various pieces of paper I need out, I have a box of tissues, three sets of Post-Its (one super stick lined, one regular, and one small block), a foam ball, a paperclip jar, pen holder FULL of pens, at least 4 pens out of the holder and just lying around, a stapler, a magnetic dartboard, chocolate-covered coffee beans, tiny box made of Post-Its, staple remover, Post-It holder tray with no notes in it, a paper tray full of paper and notebooks, and some tape flags. I suppose I could move some of the crap to the shelf behind me. Also it is dusty. And I have random Post-Its stuck around with notes on them.

You don’t even want to know what’s in my top drawer.

I also have some numbers for you:

10/2006 – the expiration date on the cashews in my desk that I ate the week before last because I was starving.

2 – the number of hours per day I am not cold (40 total minutes on the T, 10 minutes in the shower, and a little more than an hour when the sun is beating directly into my office). The number goes up if I get to the gym (adding a solid 1.5-2 hours of additional warmth) and drops on a cloudy day. My office is cold, the apartment is cold, and god knows it is cold outside.

22 – number of times I swear, either out loud or in my head, per workday. At least once per hour at work, and the commute in makes me pretty angry.

17 – number of trips to the bathroom per workday. I drink a LOT of water at work, two of these 1.5 liter bottles a day. Since the bathroom is about as far away from my office as one can get on this floor, I estimate I lose about an hour of work each day from having to pee.

47 – binders on my shelf. A few are duplicative though.

The Oscars are Sunday, and I am sure I will have some words about that. Every year, Ro and two of our college roommates do a little Oscar pool; if you win, you get bragging rights. If you lose, as I do EVERY YEAR, you get made fun of. Ro even did a little tally of our 4 years thus far. As I said, I lose every year. I’m not in last overall, however (for total points) because PG didn’t play one year, and thus got zero for that year.

I am ahead of her by one point.

Shut up.

Ro has the stats on hand, perhaps she can add more (there is some entertaining stuff about who wins what every year). The most fun are the random categories like Best Documentary Short, the things you vote on based on title alone, usually, or what country they are from, because you have no idea what this thing is. The entertainment comes when they get to that category and show the little clips of the movies, and you realize that you voted for what amounts to an animated crayon drawing your little cousin made. By you, I mean Ro.

And then, to everyone’s suprise, that piece of crap wins. See what I’m up against? I can’t compete with that.

This entry is getting long, but I’ll write more about my failings as an Oscar pool voter after the awards.