For Your Consideration

Awards. There's the well known and the not so well known. In the former category we have the Oscars, the Emmys and the Grammies and their Canadian counterparts the Genies, the Geminis and the Junos, respectively. Just lately Nickelback took home wins in several Juno music categories. Yes I know, the state of affairs in Canadian music makes you want to go out and shoot yourself. I'll keep my nickel, thank you very much so I won't have to ask for it back. But I digress.

Awards. In many cases nominees for major awards make their case for winning an award. This was hilariously demonstrated by Christopher Guest and his ensemble cast in his latest film, For Your Consideration...

Then there are the lesser known awards, awards for which if any campaign is launched it might be to make a case for not winning, such as the Darwin Award...

And one of my favourites, the Not My Job Award...

There's the You're A Horse's Ass Award... and I'm sure we can all think of candidates for this one.

Or for this one...

But there's an even lesser known award out there of which I'm sure many of you weren't aware. It's called the Zucchini Award. And guess what? I won it! Gaze upon the glory it represents. Pretty cool, eh? What did I win it for? Did I invent a cure for cancer? (I wish.) Did I soliloquize smoothly in a cinematic bit part? Did I get it for spelling soliloquize correctly? No, no, no, none of that. This was far more important. I won a caption contest!!! Crotchety Old Man Yells At Cars bestowed this edible honour upon me for captioning this picture...

And the caption? Well I really put my thinking cap on for this one. Are you ready?

Next on Access Hollywood: Sad, sad, very sad. As the stars gather for the Howdy Doody reunion we learn the years have not been kind to Clarabell.

I dare not imagine what the hell this picture really portrays. For now we'll go with Clarabell, who by the way for all you trivia twits out there was first played by Bob Keeshan. Bob went on to become Captain Kangaroo!

You can read Crochety's caption post here. While you're at it wish him a happy fifth anniversay in the blogosphere.

And who knows, if I win any more awards my head might start to swell. Then it could be a case of today the zucchini, tomorrow the biggest pain in the ass award.

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! ...

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

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I Am Charlie, I'm A Bore

Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Mel Gibson, Tom Cruise, Colin Farrel...you know the list, it goes on and on. The list of Hollywood hick-ups who not content to meltdown behind closed doors have to drag each and every detail out into the light of day and share it with all of us. Well, add Charlie Sheen to that luckless and lascivious list of losers. In the past few days he's been on every major media soapbox complaining abut how he's been treated and how he's misunderstood. Last night he spent an hour on ABC's 20/20 "in his own words". Charlie, you should have stuck to the script. "I have a highly evolved brain". You know I never did like that song by Helen Reddy in the 70s "I Am Woman". But I have to say the melody really leant itself well to a parody of Hollywood's latest flame-out, Charlie Sheen. Although I never thought I'd hear myself say this, my sincerest apologies to Helen Reddy. And now if you're ready (a little play on wor...

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