I spent the past weekend on a bit of a roller coaster. Saturday started with a fun trip to the Staples Center in LA, but was marred when the boyfriend’s car started lurching and bleeding transmission fluid. (Not to mention the Bruins lost in a shootout). If you ever have the chance to drive from LA to San Diego with three people crammed into the cab of a tow truck, then your life has taken an unpleasant turn.
Then came Sunday. I brought a turkey to Red’s house and our friends brought sides and everything was delicious, but by the time the turkey was ready in the 2nd quarter of the playoff game between the Chargers and Jets, it was becoming clear that all was not well in Qualcomm Stadium. The Bolts ended up losing after the kicker missed THREE field goals (As Garney said: “You’ve gotta be Kaeding me!”), and some uncharacteristically boneheaded penalties. (Honestly, who kicks a penalty flag)?
Then, to cap it all off, we watched a Golden Globes telecast that ended with James Cameron speaking Na’vi.
The Globes had their moments (Yay Mad Men, Michael C. Hall, Christoph Waltz, Chloe Sevigny and Alec Baldwin. On behalf of Red, Yay Glee) but come on: Avatar deserves every technical award they make, but “Best Picture” should take into account things like acting, writing, and stealing plots wholesale from a 15-year-old Disney movie. Obviously it doesn’t matter - all awards shows are PR exercises – but that doesn’t mean I can’t be annoyed.

