I suck at this....
I guess as blogger's go, I kind of suck.
Most bloggers that I read write their material very regularly, appeasing their readers with a daily commentary, maybe a weekly piece or in the very least a bi-weekly number. Add to that that bloggers are famous for referencing other bloggers and constantly promoting each other – which I don't do either, I seem to be exceptional at one thing in the world of blog – I'm a non-conformer with bad manners.
You still reading? Well that's cool, because to the folks that gave up on me – I'm about to give my credit where credit is due to a blogger. Well actually he's not a blogger, he's a writer for Esquire Magazine, or at least he was – no clue if he still is – Scott Raab has written a number of pieces for Esquire over the years and he's really got some great names to open up to him. Over the weekend as I prepared for the Oscars at home (no I don't watch them, I merely prepare for them) I happened upon an interview between Bill Murray and Scott Raab that took place almost 5 years ago. It was a great interview, captivating in fact and in particular, it wasn't a cookie-cutter (See Barbara Walters interviewing anyone for definition of cookie-cutter interviews). Scott Raab released a book a while back and it's a collection of his interview material called Real Hollywood Stories, and the material in there is priceless as well. He's a genius, this guy a really great writer, and just an average guy at that. Here's the Murray interview for you to read
http://www.esquire.com/
Now go away and NEVER say I don't share things in my blog!
Now back to the Oscars….About three hours ago, my wife, lovely, talented and beautiful as she may be, asked me to turn the Oscars on the telly. But it's only 6:00pm, they don't start for another 2 or 3 hours….oh no the pre-show is on now!
So onto the pre-show we go….Wait, which one? There's about 300 of them. There's the Ryan Seacrest one which is really hideous, there's the Ben Mulroney one which is actually worse than the Seacrest one, but only slightly better than the other one, which is hosted by some guy I have never heard about. Then comes the Barbara Walters special, then some more red-carpet garbage then the show comes on. I suppose now that this is how my wife (lovely, talented and beautiful still) feels on the weekend of a big game when the pre-game starts with some wahoo Texan talking about the offensive lineman's hobby of knitting baby booties about 17 hours before the big game! My god we have sunken to new lows when the world watches as some fashionista sits in his or her rented Classy Formal wear crap and criticizes stars who wear outfits that cost more than the Gross National Product of most island nations! Bottom line is: The only people that care about this are….wait I better not go further lest someone reading this be offended! Anyways, let's move on to the Bawbwa Wawa interviews. I stomached the first and watched the second, but couldn't watch the third. Bawbwa is dead isn't she? Someone needs to tell the network. She's in the same category as Larry King, Dan Rather and Dick Clark – Dead with a pulse. She REALLLY wanted Mickey Rourke (complete with his shiny beige sockless loafer look – ewwwwww) to spills his guts on being suicidal – and in a show of who can be more out of quack, Mickey fought back the tears to tell her he wasn't. This type of television drama has been missing from my life for at least a year (since the last BawBwa interviews). Sadly, I felt it necessary to go to my bedroom and watch three episodes of the Simpson's instead of facing the third interview with….o I have no clue, but I'm fairly certain it was schlockly!
The funny thing is that I enjoy interviews, I enjoy Hollywood celebs and sadly I actually DO care who wins these kinds of awards, but realistically I might rather watch a Leaf's game on TV than to be subjected to the tripe that disguises itself as entertainment!
posted by G.M. Shier @ Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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