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First, here is an incredible doggy video that you should watch.  That is my dear friend Callie. I have seen her successfully perform the nose trick, so don’t judge her for being distracted by the bright lights of impending TV stardom.

Also, I have a very sincere movie recommendation for you.  It is “Marley & Me,” which I knew I would see as soon as I saw that billboard advertisement of the puppy tied up with a big red bow, but I’ll admit that I did not expect to actually enjoy it beyond the gratuitous cute-puppy antics it promised to offer.

How pleasantly surprised was I when I discovered on the bus ride to Boston that this movie is, in fact, a wondrous cinematic achievement of humorous and tragic proportions!  I do not like it when people laugh out loud at movies or otherwise make unnecessary noises (my incessant questioning of “What just happened?” and “What is going to happen?” aside), but I will admit to having laughed out loud at many a chase-Marley-he’s-getting-away! or look-at-what-Marley’s-eating-now! scene.  Laughed Out Loud!

But the true glory of this movie is in its succeeding in taking over the No. 1 spot from longtime champion “Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey” (which took over the spot from “The Fox & the Hound”) as Most Tearjerking Movie About a Dog.

My shoulders heaved. My throat closed up. My chest ached.  I blew my nose through three tissues.  That was One Good Cry, folks, not seen since “Wall*E”!  (And I love a good cry at the movies, particularly in public spaces, such as a crowded bus or, memorably, a Chilean movie theater displaying a subtitled “Armageddon.”)

I can’t find it online, so I will paraphrase my favorite moment here, which I think will eventually go down in the annals of cinematic history as one of the greatest movie speeches ever.

So Marley’s old and sick, and the vet tells Owen Wilson (the “me” from the movie’s title) that 90% of dogs don’t make it. OW says, “Where did you get that number?” and the vet is confused. So OW explains thusly:

“I ask because I bet that number is from a study of normal dogs, and Marley is not a normal dog.  She is special.”

Actually, there was more, but I can’t remember it, so I’ll have to try to hunt down that speech on the Internets.  But you get the gist.  It was a good one, based on what I heard through my racking sobs.

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I kicked some major butt on Sunday night. You can check my predictions and see for yourself.  Chris didn’t stand a chance!

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And the winner is (I think)…

Best Picture: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Director: Danny Boyle
Best Actor: Sean Penn
Best Actress: Kate Winslet
Best Supporting Actor: Heath Ledger
Best Supporting Actress: Penelope Cruz
Animated Feature: Wall*E
Screenplay: Milk
Adapted Screenplay: Slumdog Millionaire
Art Direction: Benjamin Button
Cinematography: Slumdog
Costume Design: The Duchess
Documentary Feature: Man on Wire
Documentary Short: The Witness
Film Editing: Slumdog Millionaire
Foreign Language: Waltz With Bashir
Makeup: Benjamin Button
Score: Slumdog Millionaire
Song: Jai Ho
Animated Short: Presto
Live Action Short: Toyland
Sound Editing: Dark Knight
Sound Mixing: Dark Knight
Visual Effects: Benjamin Button

May the best movie-watcher win!

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Happy birthday, Dad.

Sorry I’m a few weeks late for your actual birthday, Dad, but I think this is one gift you’ll actually appreciate.

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The day began with, for once, Chris wanting to sleep and stay in bed longer than I did! That was incredible, and I certainly wanted to encourage the behavior, so I indulged him by watching some Howard On Demand. We had bagels (but no egg and bacon because, of course, we’re watching what we eat, though that didn’t stop me from adding an apple turnover to my order at the last minute) and then hopped in a car (because my ears were cold) to my place.

After an episode of “The L Word” (more on that later) and the latest “Real World: Brooklyn” (the most unrealistic aspect of this season is that for some ridiculous reason the roommates go to a gym in upper Manhattan even though they live in Red Hook), Chris was sufficiently antsy and headed off to the Brooklyn Museum (which I’ve never visited, in spite of its being two blocks from my new apartment and eight from my old), leaving me to clean my kitchen (it smelled a little), tidy the living room, prepare my laundry (I couldn’t find enough quarters to actually do it) and strip my bed (still need to put the new sheets on).

Now we’re making dinner. Chris is working on pork chops, and I made broccoli with garlic, red pepper flakes, onion and green pepper (cleaning out the fridge) and orzo with my first homemade pesto (note to self: don’t double the cheese in the recipe no matter how good an idea it seems like at the time). We’re watching bootlegged copies of “Doubt” and “Revolutionary Road” tonight in preparation for our Annual Oscar Battle.

I’m going to cream him this year. My best advantage, aside from my typical reliance on “Entertainment Weekly”‘s picks, is that I’m trying to read the based-on books as well as watch all the movies this year.

This blog post is a bit too much like a diary entry, I suppose. My many readers are lucky that my life is so interesting.

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