After the extraordinary multitude of hideous dresses at the Academy Awards last night, I went to YouTube this evening to search up my favorite Dior fashion show which is fashion-therapeutic for me. Then I looked back at the search box and what I had typed.
For the record, I was trying to say, “dior spring couture 2011.” Still, YouTube didn’t seem to care. It completely ignored that fact that my head is quite possibly screwed on the wrong way and showed me Dior shows, just like I wanted. But I felt a little head-screwed-on-wrong all the same.
I have now defaced a Galliano dress in the name of this blog. You are welcome to thank me, y’all.
Speaking of the head problems? Let’s talk Academy Awards for a moment. Suffice to say, padded shoulder jackets are terrible- looking at you, Glenn Close- and Howard Shore’s soundtrack to Hugo is one of the greatest in recent history. But Billy Crystal is always funny and I got 17 out of 24 of my predictions right, which won me my video rental store’s contest and a boatload of free movies, so all is well in the world.
And now that award season is all finished, I am free to attempt a tan (ha!) and talk about Tim Lincecum’s back (problems) 24 hours a day and seven days a week. In between glaring pointedly at photos of Brian Wilson and simultaneously hoping that he and all the endlessly iffy-somewhat-slightly-injured players are really ready for Opening Day. Spring Training is just the practice run. I am terribly jittery about the real thing.
And that Giants-Rangers match-up on March 23rd? Yeah. I’m jittery about that too. My double/triple/quadruple life can be exhausting, you know. And YouTube always ends up taking the brunt of it. Someday I will put an apple (not Apple-apple, just a plain ol’ red thing, people) on its desk and thank it for its hard work.