And the Oscar goes to....

For as long as I remember I always wanted to be one of those 'happy' pretty people sitting on the floor (as opposed to the upper decks) of the Academy Awards. Knowing I was nominated for best Screen Writer, or Most Original Script or whatever the category. My name was called and I would jump up on the stage in my normal, I'm a bit shy, but let's have fun with it way. I would smile real dorky-like as I grabbed for the golden statue of a man-is he naked? I never really could tell. I would stand in front of the hundreds of well-knowns looking up at this not quite yet 30 year old woman in her off-the-rack just on sale after prom dress (don't get me wrong, it's still a styling piece of fabric drapped over my perfectly toned body with my long flowing hair cascading down the cut out back). I would blurt out a "Thank you to all my friends and family back home" and forget the rest of my speech I literally prepared at the age of 15 (I told you, I've been dreaming this for quite some time). But why do I dream this impossible dream? Is it because I want to be recognized for all the hard work and dedication I put into creating something so why not opt for the most televised and presumably watched award show to receive my recognition? Or is it because when I get on that stage all I really want to do is say "Suck it America!" I guess it depends on what I won for.
I could go on in my critical, cynical way and talk about how the Academy Awards is just another way American's would rather live a life in a fairy tale as opposed to looking at the real picture and see what is going on around them. It's not every day an off the cut, indy film made regarding the irony of man-kind is nominated, yet alone wins such a 'prestigious' award. But I will yield to popular demand and just say, yeah, the Academy Awards is just another reason why I hate America, but let's give up for the men and women who spend their lives making us laugh, cry and do unsensible things when you have nothing better to do on a Saturday night. Though I would rather give it up to people who really deserve it.
Well, here's to the little golden man (naked or not).

Ciao!