I can only hope that one day when I win an Oscar, whatever comes out of my mouth is poignant, bleep-less and spoken without a piece of paper that looks like a CVS receipt. God, who doesn't want a little more Olivia Coleman in their life? The first hostless Oscars in 30 years - which... Continue Reading →
Tic-Toc
It's almost 2017. Another ball will drop, champagne sales will skyrocket, and then gyms will be at maximum capacity. Have fun waiting for your typically available treadmill. This will be the last post of the year and as I look back, I'm a bit thrown by it all. A lot has happened. I think it... Continue Reading →