did you notice the Oscars Poll link on the left? (or how about - did you notice I skipped a day or two?... few?... well, one of the skipped dates has an entry already and the others will follow in due time... of course you'll have to click back or you'll miss it, but then, maybe that's for the best... or not, your choice... meanwhile, back at the Oscars)... did you click on it? (the Oscar Polls, though I suppose I could have just as easily been referring to the previous entry which was uploaded just moments before this entry, or a could of hours, perhaps... but we're talking about the Oscars now... not the fish, the movie awards)... do you like movies? (or abstract philosophy?... cuz the previous entry that you might have missed kind of sneaks up on you with that... but then, if you missed it, it couldn't very well sneak up on anybody, could it?... but the Oscars are sneaking up on us, so that's why there's a link over there on the left)...

maybe I should be less subtle... well, thanks to the Defective Yeti you can vote just like the Academy of Arts and Sciences folk on who you think deserves the Oscar this year... if the thing works, I'll receive your votes and then I'll create a page with the results... you can remain completely anonymous (I'm not even sure if I find out who you are even if you ask for a copy of your vote from the script on the generous Yeti's server)... and you don't even need a fish...

the only one of the films up for Best Picture that I've seen is Munich and without spoiling it for anyone who has not seen it, it was not at all what I expected, though still based on true events... based on the titles and how little my receptors have picked up on any of them, it's not a very appealing year for Oscar movies for me...

this was totally unplanned in every way:

except I did center it after the fact...

in fact, for no apparent reason... after all, everybody knows what nobody knows, but nobody knows what everybody knows, even if somebody thinks they do... and how does the man without a nose smell?... a seal walks into a club... but all jokes and rhetorical questions aside, if you want to explore some truly meaningless fun and happen to love number games and statistics and baseball, then fantasy baseball is just your ticket to ride... join the league Smed said yes to as he enthusiastically exclaimed, "Why the hell not?"...

cheerleaders are welcome too, though we'll have to figure out just how to disseminate the information since the server, Yahoo, only allows team managers on the official league site... maybe I'll copy the standings each week and post it in an entry... but that leads to a great idea - full access fantasy sports leagues... with message board and even a chat module open to the general public or at least to invited guests... cuz what's baseball without spectators and fans, after all... and cheerleaders, cheerleaders would be fun...

I am such a visual slut...

but in reality, I am saving myself for mauwiage... you know, like the priest in The Princess Bride said... I virginize myself (it's kind of like de-galvanizing in a way, un-protecting myself, if you know what I mean) every season just in case the right one comes along cuz the old sentimentalist in me wants the last one to be the first because the first is just that special (or should be)... I wrote something much more endearing about it a while back... I'm not quite there at the moment cuz I'm at work and a cynical isolation comes over me here sometimes...

stop, in the name of love...

cuz I believe in yesterday

suddenly, a minute passed... the last minute of a life, somewhere... and elsewhere, the first minute of a life... many times over, the cycle continues, half full we call it living, half empty we call it dying, anyway it just a matter of life and death...

and today is the best we can do...

well it's an Oscar Entry, after all, so it's bound to be have an upbeat musical number... I'll stop short of gawdy choreography since I don't have the computer power for that, so light on the butter, sugar, and laugh as you please and enjoy as much as you canb, but don't be trippin up my mood, jezzy, cuz I'm a feelin rhyme and it's about time...

and over on the corn fed home bred white bread sandwich, blimey but I'm feeling mighty rhymey all the timey... can you feel a chorus from Everything is Rosey coming on?... come on man, get with it, be rhyme!...

meanwhile over in the real world... poor Precious relapsed into strep throat... unfortunately, it's a perfect opportunity for me to tell her I told you so since her lack of healthy diet, exercise, and self-care habits (poor sleep, depending on sugar and caffiene and Ibuprofen and cold medicines, washing dishes, hands, kitchen, sharing drinks around school and so on) and going out to play a few times even though she was staying home from school a whole week last week (and now longer this week), naturally she gets colds a lot and is primed for a relapse... of course being too sick to go to school, clean up behind herself, or do much of anything didn't stop her from going to the movies with friends and showing up for tech after school... did I mention that she took advantage of this time off school (perhaps even stretched it) because she's still working on an assignment that was due last week?...

coincidentally (and it may be as she claims, just a coincidence), this depressed health period started just a day or few after she lost her $300+ iPod at school (and no, she hasn't told her dad yet)... it's infuriating to watch sometimes and she blows me off a bit more lately, testing her wings I suppose, but she's not going to like it if her dear ol' dad finally puts his foot down because while he can be oblivious for a long time and is a major league softy, he explodes (and sometimes overreacts a bit) when he finally can not avoid an unpleasant situation any longer and so Precious better hope her grades don't slip (or she doesn't push her wings too far) or she'll lose a whole lot more than an iPod... like freedom and money and activities and stuff that matters to her most...

some lessons must be learned the hard way though... I can only hope she learns them without too much permanent damage... so far it's portable CD player, digital camera, two cell phones, and an iPod... no wonder she is in no hurry to drive (oooh, that's a wake up call, aye?... I know, I'm mean and cruel, but we'll call it tough love, m'ok?)...

meanwhile, I can only do my best to avoid the strep germs she's spreading all over the place (realistically, I am hoping my body will fight off the case I get rather quickly, since no matter how well I practice infection precautions or even sterile technique, it's pretty much impossible to avoid contact with her stuff as it's everywhere - at least not without moving out until she's no longer contageous)... hopefully the stacked up dirty dishes pots and pans won't topple over (how high can we go?)...

and wait, tomorrow she's conning me into taking her to school to give in the assignment that was due last week... doctor's orders?... simply: do not go to school because you are contageous and your resistence is low... Precious's interpretation?... simply: I want to see my friends and I need to drop off my assignment even though I have a doctor's order excuse not to go to school... oh yeah, the doctor also said keep your distance from everyone so and I can sit the closed environment of a car and not spread my germs at all... no, candoor won't be exposed to strep...

gotta love her... well, don't gotta, but do... hopefully she'll learn to pay more attention to herself and her body and her stuff and rise on the responsibility scale... and like I said, I'll do my best to focus on healthy energy in this body (even though it's in crappy shape again, relative to the condition I am used to being in) and challenge the strep bugs to a duel in the sun...

cuz I can rhyme, dude, can you dig it?...

I can rhyme, I feel rhyme, I be rhyme...

thank you for joining us in our musical comedy lives in black and white here at casa de candoor behind the candoor... your patronage is much appreciated and remember not to hug Precious on your way out this time cuz she's kinda sick and well, contageous... feel free to blow her kisses from a distance as she's a really good catch (snark, snark)...

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