Ladies and Gentlemen, the full list of Oscar Nominees. Read it. Learn it. Live it.
Best Motion Picture of the Year
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Frost/Nixon
Milk
The Reader
Slumdog Millionaire
Achievement in Directing
David Fincher, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Ron Howard, Frost/Nixon
Gus Van Sant, Milk
Stephen Daldry, The Reader
Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire
Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role
Richard Jenkins, The Visitor
Frank Langella, Frost/Nixon
Sean Penn, Milk
Brad Pitt, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Mickey Rourke, The Wrestler
Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role
Josh Brolin, Milk
Robert Downey Jr., Tropic Thunder
Philip Seymour Hoffman, Doubt
Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight
Michael Shannon, Revolutionary Road
Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role
Anne Hathaway, Rachel Getting Married
Angelina Jolie, Changeling
Melissa Leo, Frozen River
Kate Winslet. The Reader
Meryl Streep, Doubt
Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role
Amy Adams, Doubt
Penélope Cruz, Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Viola Davis, Doubt
Taraji P. Henson, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Marisa Tomei, The Wrestler
Best Animated Feature Film of the Year
Bolt
Kung Fu Panda
Wall-E
Original Screenplay
Dustin Lance Black, Milk
Courtney Hunt, Frozen River
Mike Leigh, Happy-Go-Lucky
Martin McDonagh, In Bruges
Andrew Stanton and Jim Reardon, WALL-E
Adapted Screenplay
Eric Roth and Robin Swicord, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
John Patrick Shanley, Doubt
Peter Morgan, Frost/Nixon
David Hare, The Reader
Simon Beaufoy, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Foreign Language Film of the Year
The Baader Meinhof Complex (Germany)
The Class (France)
Departures (Japan)
Revanche (Austria)
Waltz With Bashir (Israel)
Original Score
Alexandre Desplat, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
James Newton Howard, Defiance
Danny Elfman, Milk
A.R. Rahman, Slumdog Millionaire
Thomas Newman, WALL-E
Original Song
"Down to Earth," Peter Gabriel and Thomas Newman; WALL-E
"Jai Ho," A.R. Rahman and Gulzar; Slumdog Millionaire
"O Saya," A.R. Rahman and Maya Arulpragasam; Slumdog Millionaire
Achievement in Art Direction
Changeling
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Dark Knight
The Duchess
Revolutionary Road
Achievement in Cinematography
Changeling
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Dark Knight
The Reader
Slumdog Millionaire
Achievement in Costume Design
Australia
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Duchess
Milk
Revolutionary Road
Best Documentary Feature
The Betrayal (Nerakhoon)
Encounters at the End of the World
The Garden
Man on Wire
Trouble the Water
Best Documentary Short Subject
The Conscience of Nhem En
The Final Inch
Smile Pinki
The Witness—From the Balcony of Room 306
Achievement in Film Editing
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Dark Knight
Frost/Nixon
Milk
Slumdog Millionaire
Achievement in Makeup
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Dark Knight
Frost/Nixon
Milk
Slumdog Millionaire
Best Animated Short Film
La Maison en Petits Cubes
Lavatory—Lovestory
Oktapodi
Presto
This Way Up
Best Live Action Short Film
Auf der Strecke (On the Line)
Manon on the Asphalt
New Boy
The Pig
Spielzeugland (Toyland)
Achievement in Sound Editing
The Dark Knight
Iron Man
Slumdog Millionaire
WALL-E
Wanted
Achievement in Sound Mixing
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Dark Knight
Slumdog Millionaire
WALL-E
Wanted
Achievement in Visual Effects
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Dark Knight
Iron Man
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Dog Bless You
I miss dogs. Dogs are funnier by trade. Even the jokes about dogs are funnier. We have three cats and they're cool. They're cool because they act like dogs. I don't tell them this because I don't want to hurt their little non-dog feelings. I do love them. I do. They are good inside friends. But they are not dogs.
I grew up with a dog who was the same age as me. His name was Ben and he was a beagle/basset. I really really hated him when we first got him. He scared the living shit out of me, to be accurate. I was six and I was teeny for my age. Skinny, short, slow kids make for awesome dog toys if you're wondering what to get your furry best friend this Christmas.
For the first two weeks of "adjustment" as Mom called it, I spent my time on the back of the couch with the coffee table pulled flush against the seat part so that it made it harder for Ben to scale to doggy victory. Every time I left the safety of the couch, he would chase me down and wrap his two front legs around mine and trip me. I'd lay there in a heap while he jumped around like a loon. I figured if I didn't move too obviously, he'd get bored and become distracted by something shiny or loud. No luck. He'd sit there while I cowered and listened to Mom say "Oh you don't have to be scared. He's just playing with you. He's not used to little girls." I may not have had to be scared, but I volunteered for it. His teeth were big and my hands were soft, yet crunchy and fun to chew if he were inclined to do so. After a while the jumping would stop and he'd lie down next to me. I liked him then. He was my level and I could look him in the eye.
We made peace on Halloween after weeks of trippage and couch anxiety. I don't know if it was my Lemon Meringue costume that made him see me as a force to be reckoned with, or if he just found more pleasure from my pets and lovins than from my fear and crying spells. I know I did. We lived in harmonious peace and mutual adoration until May 20, 1992 when he committed suicide. Yes, he killed himself. He laid down behind the truck so that a driver couldn't see him and then waited for someone to back over him. It was quick and he was 15, and while sad, it was how he wanted it. We had to respect his wishes.
I live next to a very busy main drag and still believe car + animals = suck. With that in mind, the kitties are inside only and we compensate with many many toys. J fashioned a virtual box city for Flikka out of different boxes we've collected from mailed packages and Costco visits. We have a fishing pole with a sock on the end of a shoelace that makes The Reverend literally jump for joy. We also have several toys in shapes that mostly please them, like a small cloth sandwich and a little burger. Madge only requires a secluded closet where no one will bother her. Especially if the someones aren't legally allowed to vote yet. She's very patriotic. And hates kids. One exception to that rule is The Pixie. Madge would allow K to throw her from the balcony if she wanted to. Madge worships her. She was so distraught when we took her back to Canada that she didn't come out of her closet for three days except to use the facilities. We brought her room service to see her through the ordeal. They are righteous familiars, the kitties.
But I still miss dogs.
I grew up with a dog who was the same age as me. His name was Ben and he was a beagle/basset. I really really hated him when we first got him. He scared the living shit out of me, to be accurate. I was six and I was teeny for my age. Skinny, short, slow kids make for awesome dog toys if you're wondering what to get your furry best friend this Christmas.
For the first two weeks of "adjustment" as Mom called it, I spent my time on the back of the couch with the coffee table pulled flush against the seat part so that it made it harder for Ben to scale to doggy victory. Every time I left the safety of the couch, he would chase me down and wrap his two front legs around mine and trip me. I'd lay there in a heap while he jumped around like a loon. I figured if I didn't move too obviously, he'd get bored and become distracted by something shiny or loud. No luck. He'd sit there while I cowered and listened to Mom say "Oh you don't have to be scared. He's just playing with you. He's not used to little girls." I may not have had to be scared, but I volunteered for it. His teeth were big and my hands were soft, yet crunchy and fun to chew if he were inclined to do so. After a while the jumping would stop and he'd lie down next to me. I liked him then. He was my level and I could look him in the eye.
We made peace on Halloween after weeks of trippage and couch anxiety. I don't know if it was my Lemon Meringue costume that made him see me as a force to be reckoned with, or if he just found more pleasure from my pets and lovins than from my fear and crying spells. I know I did. We lived in harmonious peace and mutual adoration until May 20, 1992 when he committed suicide. Yes, he killed himself. He laid down behind the truck so that a driver couldn't see him and then waited for someone to back over him. It was quick and he was 15, and while sad, it was how he wanted it. We had to respect his wishes.
I live next to a very busy main drag and still believe car + animals = suck. With that in mind, the kitties are inside only and we compensate with many many toys. J fashioned a virtual box city for Flikka out of different boxes we've collected from mailed packages and Costco visits. We have a fishing pole with a sock on the end of a shoelace that makes The Reverend literally jump for joy. We also have several toys in shapes that mostly please them, like a small cloth sandwich and a little burger. Madge only requires a secluded closet where no one will bother her. Especially if the someones aren't legally allowed to vote yet. She's very patriotic. And hates kids. One exception to that rule is The Pixie. Madge would allow K to throw her from the balcony if she wanted to. Madge worships her. She was so distraught when we took her back to Canada that she didn't come out of her closet for three days except to use the facilities. We brought her room service to see her through the ordeal. They are righteous familiars, the kitties.
But I still miss dogs.
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