… as soon as I teleport myself to the alternate universe in which I mailed the goddamn entry on Wednesday instead of Thursday!
The Setup
The local daily fishwrap has a contest each year to give away movie passes to those who prognosticate the winners of six Academy Awards (best picture, best director, best actor and actress, and best supporting actor and actress). First prize is 52 weekly passes for two, second prize is 26, third prize is 13.
The Tale
On the day the nominees were announced, I picked winners in 7 categories (the six above plus cinematography, a personal fave category). No shit. My pics? Chicago, Polanski, Brody, Kidman, Cooper, Moore, and Far from Heaven. Of the six that counted, I got five right!
The Twist
Normally, I wouldn’t be thinking much of this. In past years, you’ve been able to submit as many entries as you could get your hands on (original form required), so it was not at all uncommon for this contest to be won by someone who shotgunned it and managed to get all 6 right. But this year, you could only submit one per person. So, when I mail my form in on Thursday for it’s Friday deadline, I’m thinking … maybe I have a chance.
The Heartbreak
Evidently, I needed to be a little quicker on the draw getting my entry in the mail. The sad part is, if I had gotten my entry in to them in time, there would have been 3 winners and 3 prizes. I’d have been guaranteed some of them sweet movie passes.
This is the sound of Knead kicking his own ass around the room: bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud, bump-OW!-thud.
