Britney and the Oscars

Alright! We have it that the writers belonging to Hollywood, ...curmudgeons of the Studio Set, have agreed to lose their Starbucks coffee money to gain some spare change they lose every minute from what gets published on the Internet. Whoo Hoo! We get the Oscars back and a new Wamu Ad Campaign.

Triond, you gracious "Unseens" who have promised compensation IF this gets published are pretty much what writers like myself turn to on occasion when life as a writer just can't get any worse. Not that I'm complaining, ungrateful to Triond folks or jealous of WGA members. Especially those members that have been nominated for an Oscar. I get to write as much as I want, to any end, and for any wishful fantasy price I conjure. But darn it! I do want to win an Oscar.

After all, it was what I came to Los Angeles for eight years ago. It's the life in L.A., living tenously through the likes of Britney Spears, her hellish life with paparazzi hounds, and all the other Stars and Victims of a nation that just can't get enough of someone else's torment that I wonder about more, than how to win the Oscar. In fact, it's all the un'sense' of the Industry that has me scared "witless" to get involved with people that are so glamorous, rich, and darnit, crazier than I have ever been. However, they can afford it. But what "sense" is there in the City of Angels dominated by looks, celebrity, madness and big money? The rest of us who are reasonably logical and living in L.A. can only guess?

Does it ever make sense that Perez Hilton wears pink underpants in public? Or the other Hilton, Paris, (now that's mixing pronouns), who wears my viewing patience thin with TMZ follow-ups of Vegas capers and mediocre sexuality. Ah, well, some men find her attractive, and interesting? I can't imagine having a conversation with those men who do. Some of their pictures show up in Neighborhood Watches as the pedophile next-door. So what do people do to feel safe in Los Angeles and yet be a part of the Entertainment Industry with or without Hiltons?

What do I do for fun instead, and to feel safe? Watch TMZ... and get the lowdown on Lindsay, poor Keith Ledger, sometimes Larry Birkhead and Dannilynn. Such a cute baby. Wait, maybe I saw that story on Entertainment Tonight? What I get from that story, whichever show it was, could be that someday when she grows up, the media will help her to misunderstand most of her mothers' legacy. It is pretty hard to say that Anna Nicole Smith was ever understood. If the woman was mishandled by a ruthless lawyer, and the DNA tested Daddy-for-reals, Larry Birkhead, who may have been lovers with each other, does the baby girl, Dannilyn, get to grow up like the two Prince of Wales boys, William and Harry? Legends of women that never die, controversy that can never get closure, and a constant reminder of having lost a loving mother before she could be a grandmother? Sad and senseless.

But I love Harvey Levin and his TMZ troopers that keep me posted on all of it, the night and day antics of people, some I wouldn't recognize even after seeing them on TMZ. For a Lawyer, Levin is kinda cute. Nice Smile. Love when he does the Judge Marilyn Milian Show Q&A. “What do you think?” He points the mike at some audience member. “Blah, blah, blah.” He looks back directly into the camera. “Back to the courtroom, where Judge Milian rules.” I wonder if anyone else gets a cold rush as a lawyer looks you straight in the lens?

Often times, I feel that I could like most of the court shows, and their reality-based problems but I just don't get it all the time. Law is the most un'sense'sored Entertainment there is, especially on TV. Remember O.J. Ahuh. He's back to un'entertain' us with more criminal antics. Sigh. No one should ever read his book either. That's just bad taste, bad blood, and bad manners with no place for getting past the fact that money is power and the law cannot admit to that. Court shows! We need more of them right? And of course, award shows!

The last award show I watched was the NAACP Awards. Nice ceremony and made sense for me because most of the women on the show have no qualms with displays of curvaceous, splendid figures in tight-fitting gowns that the Oscars tend to glance over and focus in on thinner, more modelesque versions of image-setting beauties. Aretha Franklin makes sense because I am not that much different looking in white. Large girl, short legs, but taller than most Carnies. I also don't smell like cabbage. Aretha might, and maybe "ribs and sauce too. Not sure. I wasn"t there.

Okay, back to what I wanted to address as to the most questionable "sense"ness in Entertainment. Where IS Britney going to be for the Oscars? If her and Adhman show, what is security going to do with all the PAP poised to spoil the most coveted of other Celebrities? Too many of the swill will spoil the winners Red Carpet Walk, no doubt. Now what "sense" is that? Senseless. She may have some, a publicist or two, or the Academy itself, suggest she skip being at the event. But I want to see Britney at the Oscars. It's the one place that every huge celebrity is supposed to be, even if they are more about music than movies. Hey, maybe Brit should make a new movie. What would you think the title should be? Write back! Share!

So that's my review for the weekend before the Oscars. Wish I could be there, ready with a speech to thank all the little people who are Carnies that moved my career forward. For now, thanks Fiond, whom I hope to become their hugest fan( no images of Aretha Franklin in white though), and me, theirs. Love that I can rely on the "net and "unseens' for a nugget, or not. It's like waiting for Britney to maybe show up at a mall I am shopping at. Seeing her in a calvacade of desperate men trying to get the money shot. Wow. Every one in Los Angeles thinks about that. Right? Till next time, a Review on the latest antics of a Celebrity and Hollywood. Maybe Rosie will Trump'et' some ghastly insult at Donald? Can't wait, and I will wait for my "right" time to win an Oscar. Still deciding what I want the award for. It might not be for writing.