As I stare at the blinking cursor struggling to come up with a factoid at this late hour, I think to myself, “What could I possibly say to to entertain my readers more?” I am waiting, watching that cursor appear and disappear pensively as if it holds the key to unlocking the factoid inside of me. From black to white it turns, and I’m sure by now, you are thinking, “Quit buying time and give me the darn factoid!” Well, fine! Here it is, you voices resonating in my head.
I make my own “Academy Awards” each year; that is, I nominate and award who I think should be receiving the Oscar. Sorry, “Slumdog Millionaire,” all your Oscars went to “The Dark Knight.” And Helen Mirren, hand back that statue; it’s going to Kate Winslet for “Little Children.”
I used to make this list at the end of the year, but now I start in May. I already have the majority of the big categories filled with the exception of Best Supporting Actress and Best Adapted Screenplay, in case you were wondering, which obviously you were if you have trekked through the entire factoid to get to this last extraneous bit of information that I could let run on for forever, but I have chosen to give you a break and end the sentence now.
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