
My Pug Oscar
June 9, 2006
My dog loves drinking coffee and being awesome, and not in that order. True story, and not many people know this. His name is Oscar because I was nominated for an Oscar for some work I did on a documentary about the plight of migrant workers in post-agrarian societies. Swear to God, true story. Yep. Actually, that's not true at all, it's because the missus & I met while watching the Oscars over at a mutual friend's house. It was the year Titanic won every award, and the only thing of interest to me during the show was seeing Elliott Smith sing Miss Misery (from Good Will Hunting) to 1 Billion people. I thought I'd never seen a musician I loved look so out of place until a year later, when Aimee Mann was on stage singing Save Me (from Magnolia). Aimee Mann is so notoriously stage awkward that in the past she's brought professional comedians on tour with her to handle her between song banter. Of course, Elliott Smith was so emotionally crippled that he eventually killed himself with a steak knife, so maybe he holds the title in that contest.
Dude, You and the missus watched the Oscars at my house. I’m not a mutual friend. I’m your family. Family and friend are mutually exclusive terms.
It’s too complicated to explain the intricate web of relationships to the vast jonsonblog audience…
As opposed to explaining to your readers how there is a statistical symmetry between winners of contests and victims of bear rape . . .