Do They Have The MTV Voter's Dear Sweet Great Aunts Tied Up Over Vats Of Boiling Acid, Or What?
Why, God, why? The MTV movie awards had two awards that I want to know why PotO didn't win! First. Best kiss? Is the kiss between Christine and Erik not the absolute best kiss ever concieved in the minds of men, or what? I'm going to have to punjab someone. I mean, Gerry and Emmy, AIAOY playing in the background, Patrick Wilson looking on and being all helpless and foppy -
Raoul: Shut UP!
Erik: (Big grin.)
Christine: (Whistles.)
Raoul: Sore subject.
Kat: Getting back to it - I was certain that kiss involved tongue -
Raoul: SHUT UP!
Erik: (Laughs.)
Christine: Kat, quit it, I'm pure. Pure, pure, pure! White and shiny, got it? You can tell because in, like, any conceivable scene I am wearing white. Except for the Masquerade scene, where everyone else wore white, black and gold. I wore pink. This makes sense.
Meg: I told you all she was crazy. I mean, shouldn't we have been clued in when she started going on about angels? I tell you, this girl is smoking something. Please, Chrissy, you should have been clued in that he wasn't your dad when he grabbed you around the waist during Music of the Night.
Raoul: What?
Erik: (Blush.)
Nadir: Not that I don't resent anything, not that I'm not perfectly happy with not being in the musical, and being forgotten by everyone but the phans. Not that I don't mind never getting a Tony or a Globe or an Oscar or -
Kat: OSCARS! Damn Hilary Swank!
Getting back to the subject. Why did PotO not win? Why weren't we even nominated? I consider this a personal affront, and I will be writing to my senators.
Now. What, exactly, was the PotO movie? It was a - come on, work with me, audience response -
All: Musical.
And it should have been nominated for what?
All: Best musical performance.
So why was Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, a movie with two stoned Asian men riding a cheetah nominated before it because of Harold and Kumar's rendition of a Sarah Machlachlan tune?
Nadir: Now she's mad, she's using random italics. Erik does this too.
Erik: I do not!
And guess who won? Napoleon Dynamite. Oh my Phantom.
(Bawls.)
Why I was even watching the MTV Movie Awards is yet to be discovered.
I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,
J.G.
posted by Sigerson @ 11:20 PM
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8 Comments:
Kat: Getting back to it - I was certain that kiss involved tongue -
That's it! You have now completely and permanantly and, er, contractually forfeited your right to say Max and I have dirty minds. I Mean really. That's almost as bad as your EN paring.
Erik: *Growl*
Nadir: ...
Once more and I may be obligated to reprint the Guidebook of Questionalble Helpfulness.
Max: *Squee*
Kat: No! Wait, when did Max start sweeing?
Ben: When did you start squeeing?
Kat: Oh I don't know, I think it was...
Ben: Retorical question.
Erik: Ha! See! He uses random italics too!
Ben: I do not!
Kat: Oh dear...
BTW, I finally finished The Fan Fiction Cafe. I'm hoping to put it on FF.net soon. To quote Pablo Picasso however;
Work is never finished, only abandoned.
And to quote Doctor Who:
First things first, but not necessarily in that order.
And why were you watching te MTV movi awards anyway?
I have no idea why I was watching the MTV movie awards. Why indeed? And I can still say that you two definitely have dirty minds, because frankly, the old convo you had on Max's blog about right wing nut jobs takes the cake on anything I might think up.
And E/N is not a twisted pairing.
All right, maybe a bit.
Christine: He loves me. Me. ME.
Kat: So he loves you, who betrayed him, unmasked him, broke his heart, led him on, toyed with him, and all that, as opposed to Nadir, who saved his life, was his only friend, and played chess with him?
Christine: I don't know how to play chess.
Erik: . . .
For the record, I merely noted the possible conclusion of an obsenity in the term "nut job". As to what that obsenity was Max drew his own conclusions, so it was him with the drity mind.
i get really lost reading this blog as i have never seen the phantom of the opera
Go see it, or nothing I say will ever make sense to you ever again. Promise. Read and review my fan fiction, fools.
I don't have a dirty mind. Mostly.
Also...DON'T give me guilt trip oppertounitys..."you betrayed him, unmasked him, broke his heart, led him on, toyed with him, and all that..."
Only I've no mask
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