With the one year boycott done, Wetwired returns to blogging the Academy Awards. Y’all know the drill by now, starting below:

Pregame: We went from a 60-year-old(!) The Dude, to Gabourey Sidobe (I think that’s her name, NEVER expected her to talk like a Valley Girl), to the wolf kid from the Twilight movies, to Meryl Streep. Hey, Kathy Ireland! (Used to have the biggest crush for her, folks. Still looks damn hot for mid-forties.)

Final notes: Hunh.

Overall an incredible night for The Hurt Locker, and James Cameron comes off as the big loser tonight. Of course, he’s crying on a bed made of hundred dollar bills tonight. So, he’s got that going for him.

Then again, maybe if he hadn’t been a ginormous prick the last time he won maybe he’d have had a better chance. So, there’s that too.

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Pylorns knows that one of my favorite all-time comedy bits is a parody song called “Title Of The Song” by Da Vinci’s Notebook. The song can be heard below:

In the spirit of this brilliant piece (and yes, I’m dead serious saying that), Cracked.com came up with the following. We’ll have the return of the live Oscar blogging this year after last year’s boycott (DARK KNIGHT!!!), and to start off the weekend right we present this tribute to Academy Award winning movies everywhere.

Presented Without Further Comment.

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Long ago, Py and I resolved to keep our real names and such separate from this site. The reasoning can be found on our “About” page, but I’m going to discuss something involving my real identity on the net.

See, I have a Facebook account. I’ve had it for a while now, and I’ve gotten back in touch with people I hadn’t seen in years. It’s been kinda nice, and those of us on Wetwired do keep up with each other outside of this little shindig there as well.

Except… well, except for one thing.

I’ve found that I have to maintain rules for Facebook to avoid stupid problems popping up. One of them is that I have to know who you are- meaning we have to have grown up together, have had conversations or have some sort of direct correlation to each other. It’s a fairly simple idea, and it saves me loads of hassle.

Except for one person.

See, there’s this one woman on Facebook that I accepted because everything about her says I’ve known her at some point, gone to school with her, grown up alongside her, have dozens of mutual friends and acquaintances, and in general have gone through life on at least some early parallel paths… and I have no idea who she is.

Seriously. No fuckin’ clue.

The name isn’t familiar to me. Her face is not one that comes to me clearly. I can’t place her voice. Her life is one I have no clue about, save for the fact that she clearly has some sort of tie to me- hell, she even found me on Facebook.

I ignored the initial friend request, not knowing who she was. When the second one came in, I decided to accept it- and she seems certainly nice enough. I mean, nothing odd or out of the ordinary about her save for a slightly unusual first name.

But yeah, no fuckin’ clue who she is.

I recognize that this is clearly a minor thing, given that earlier today some florist tried to friend me on there (instant ignore, by the way). It just amuses the hell out of me every time I see an update from her and clearly don’t know who the hell she is. I mean, she seems interesting and all. Certainly has her life in order, things are going well for her.

I just wish I knew who the hell she was.

Out.

Believe it or not, watching Groundhog Day this morning was not brought along by an urge to be cliche’.

Actually, in this case it was because I was listening to my recommendation to you for this morning. Obviously, given it’s the rodent’s big day a lot of peeps are going to be watching the Bill Murray classic (one of my favorite movies, to boot) and will be amused once more by Needle Nose himself, Ned Ryerson. Ned is portrayed by Stephen Tobolowsky, a character actor who (it turns out) can tell a hell of a story. The movie Stephen Tobolowsky’s Birthday Party is a fascinating example of a man at ease, telling stories about his life (all true) and entertaining his friends.

It turns out that Stephen now puts out a podcast in conjunction with SlashFilm. The Tobolowsky Files is an entertaining, often amusing podcast that has come out on a regular basis. I’m getting caught up on the podcast and so far, it’s damned good. Take a listen if you can.

Oh, and watch the damned movie today. I mean,  come on.

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That’s right, in stores now.  Pepsi throwback.  No more high-fructose corn syrup – which is why I love it.  But they are also now marketing it using the older logos and branding.  They brought it back a 2nd time because of so many people blogging or tweeting about it.  I for one am glad they brought it back but the interesting thing is they are only doing it until February 22nd.

I’m hoping that they are just testing the waters to determine if they should bring a product back to market fully again by doing this.  I think enough people are concerned about high fructose corn syrup that many are thinking about it.

Due to all the Throwback tweets, Facebook fan pages, videos, blog posts, pics & pleas, Pepsi Throwback is back for a limited time only! From December 28, 2009 to February 22, 2010, Pepsi and Mountain Dew Throwback will be available again with the same formula and real sugar, but this time with an even more rad vintage look!

I guess they got someone who is still stuck in the 80’s to write the copy for this..

Anyway they are also bringing back mountain dew original recipe but I can’t stand the stuff.  But anyone interested you should be able to find this in many major metropolitan areas that get pepsi distribution.

As I sit here, it’s about 7:30 at night here in Baton Rouge.

I got here about a week and a half ago, before the ungodly snow that hit The OKC last week. It’s a relaxing trip so far, save for the fact that it’s bloody cold out here.

See, I’m typing this from my sister’s home right outside, where I’m overseeing a barbecue pit grilling shrimp. My brother-in-law decided he wanted to try something special while I’m here.

Meanwhile, I spent a great week with the old man, enjoying the time away from everything. Christmas even turned out okay, even though I’d been up for over two days by the time it was all set and done.

I saw an awesome movie today (The Blind Side- seriously, go check it out. Great movie) and I’ll likely see another one tomorrow while I’m shopping for gifts. Thanks to our schedules on the big day, my family does Christmas at a later date- and as someone who gets to take advantage of the post day shopping deals,, I ain’t complaining.

Oh, and I get to hang out this week again with a couple of our writers located here in LA.

So, all in all it’s a good time. I can’t complain, and for once I ain’t even going to try.

Enjoy this time of year, folks. Best advice I can give you.

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Merry Christmas to all from the wetwired family!  We hope you and yours find your own special happiness today and are able to spend time with family.  And if you happen to be in front of a TV – TBS has 24 hours of A Christmas Story….speaking of if you want to get me anything – full sized leg lamp would work.

http://video.foxnews.com/12569117/medical-breakthrough

They’ve found a way now to make a hand that has fingers and a thumb that grasp.  We’re this much closer to Luke Skywalkers hand we saw in Star Wars.  You can tell that they still have some work to do but they are much closer now.

Earlier tonight, I was at a party with over a dozen of my friends here in Austin. I had driven down during the day specifically for this party and the chance to see people I won’t get to see around the rest of the holidays. As I looked around the room, I realized two things.

Number One, I realized that I truly enjoyed the time I spent with them- these folks are like my second family, and I love seeing them and being able to spend time with them even if only for a few hours.

The second thing I realized was that I was the only single male adult in the room- scratch that. I was the only single adult in the room. There were maybe 30 people there, all of whom I’d known for years, and I was the only one there without a fiancee, spouse or even a date.

That was a somewhat sobering thought, and while I was tired from being up for almost a day by the time we left I can’t lie and say that the realization didn’t affect my mood if even a little. I’d always been the tag-along guy, but this was different.

This was me at 31, a man who’d now had a few relationships under his belt and was looking around seeing his friends with their loved ones, children… and envying them.

When we got back to Pylorns’ place after the party, I went to bed and woke up a few hours later. The first thought when I woke up was about being alone.

I’ve been alone for years- and don’t get me wrong, I’m not deluding myself as to the reasons why. I’m well aware of my fears about rejection, but those fears are being overridden now by the knowledge that I am alone but don’t want to be anymore. This past year, I had my most serious relationship in a long time and ended it because of serious issues over distance and the reality of our situation. Now I’m at the point where I want to be with someone again, and those fears about being told “no” are once again being overridden by the larger voice in my head saying “so what if she says no.”

Another aspect of the situation that gums things up a bit is my living situation. I live in The OKC now, but have never hidden my strong desire to return to Austin ASAP. Part of the reason I’ve held off on dating anyone in OKC is the fact that I don’t plan on living there forever- but should that affect my willingness to find someone there? I don’t think so, not anymore.

On the plus side, there are women that I’m interested in seeing socially there- and other places, too. Hell, if I was willing to be in a relationship with a woman halfway around the world (twice now actually, once I think about it) then surely I can find someone in my own area code at least.

So, I guess in the end here what I’m saying is that it’s time for me to sack up here a bit. If I don’t want to be alone, then damnit- I need to do something about it.

So, I will.

…

Wow… kind of a big thing I just did there. I think I committed myself to finding someone to commit to.

Heh. I’m good with that.

Out.

Okay, so I should preface this by saying that Perez Hilton is kinda notorious for being  a douchey l’il bitch.

So, that being said, here’s the background on this one. Perez was booked on KTLA out of Los Angeles a couple of days ago to promote his book. He showed up an hour and a half early, got pissy when they didn’t bump back the people who were there on time (Snoop Dogg and a children’s choir- which incidently, is maybe the only time I would ever use those two phrases in a single sentence), and left them hanging. Later, he bitched about they way they treated him and demanded an apology.

Thus, the following- Submitted Without Further Comment.

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December 7, 1941.

So I turned in the man card this afternoon to watch Julie/Julia Project movie with the little lady.  I agreed to watch this movie for a couple reasons.  One, it has Amy Adams in it.  Smoking hot.  Two it’s about a blogger who blogs and makes oodles of money (the movie is the book she wrote after she blogged. Here is the original blog btw.)  Three its about cooking and food.

It wasn’t bad, but it was definitely a chick flick.  On the bright side you get to see Amy Adams in some revealing poses.

Anyway, it makes me think that wetwired has been around for 10 years and we have yet to really do a damn thing with this site.  Many blogs have risen and fallen since we launched back in 1999/2000.  Most of it has been that this site is a hobby site and we lost direction many years ago and have been floundering ever since.  Things are going to change for us.  Whether its a new blog or a new direction for this site, who is to say at this point.  But we’re going to change.

This is just awesome. Two traditions in one, folks.

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Happened right in front of us.