It always amuses me to ride the wave of chatter about Oscar nominations. Behind every list of supposed snubs is a flawed premise: these trophies are due to individuals for a job well done. If that were true, there would be sunshine with every snowfall and chocolate would be ruled a food group. The Oscars are not about merit. Nobody got robbed of anything except maybe political clout. They are about campaigns for merit and winners are those who ran the best campaign.
Is there anyone left who hasn't seen Season 3 of Downton Abbey? Illegal downloads, friends who send tapes from Britain-it appears the merry few who gather tonight at my house for my Downton Abbey party may be the only ones left to watch tonight's season opener on PBS!
I'm lousy at making predictions and resolutions. Brutal optimism is usually at fault. It buries my visiting cynic that threatens a takeover now and then. With hope as my modus operandi, I can't possibly be relied on to tell you what will work and won't in 2013: I hope for it all to be good. So much for predictions. Can we change the language to say "What are your hopes for the new year?"