Happy Tuesday, fair readers!
Did you see the musical number at the end of
How I Met Your Mother last night? $10 to anyone who can tell me why the hell it was written in a key that was clearly uncomfortable for all involved. There is a moment when NPH is standing on cab and his voice actually enters the "dog only" range. Check it out
here if that appeals to you for some reason.
"Words can only hurt you if you try to read them. Don't play their game."
In other news of mediocrity, the
Writers Guild of America released its nominations for their 2009 honors yesterday. For the first time ever, I have see or intentionally skipped nearly all of the flicks on the list. And this is not because I saw everything this year. I'm a mainstream critic (as you know by now) because it's just way easier than art house shit. I went to art school, I have no desire to dip back into that land of theory and fruitless effort. Anyway, I know all the nominees this year because the Guild has apparently grown tired of working at watching too. How cool is that?
