Remember how I told you that my acting career died in a broom closet? I lied. I mean, I took literary license. That’s allowed, you know. I pretend to be a writer both at work and here in the ‘sphere; I am allowed to lie. So there.
But even after leaving my dream in tatters with the mops and brooms, I continued to pipe-dream. That’s different than the real thing, and you don’t have to remember lines, or stage directions or what to do with props. It’s actually much easier. You get to keep your privacy, too, which is nice.
Most of my friends are aware of this fantasy of mine, and of my need to, from time to time, stand on a table (instead of a stage) and tell a story. It often involves alcoholic beverages. The table standing, not necessarily the story.
So, as I try to figure out recipients for the awards I’ve received for blogging in the last couple of weeks, I know when I have an opening. So tonight, I’m going to tell you about the night I received my Oscars.
Really. It was an incredibly special night for me. An honor really. Well, actually, two honors. Two Oscars. Two Awards. But I only got to make one speech.
It was 1983, and some really fun people worked in my office that summer, one of whom, Jon, was from the area. Carol, Mike, Jon and I all went to Jon’s house one night. You see, 1983 was still in the Bronze Age, and Jon’s parents were on the cutting age of technology, because they had a VCR. And Risky Business had just come out on video.
In the middle of the movie, we took a beer/bathroom break. And guess what I spotted, casually stuck on the bookshelf in the TV room of Rob’s house.
It turned out that Jon’s father was a filmmaker. Documentary films. And while Rob didn’t know of my dreams, Carol sure did. So my pals presented me with two Oscars for Documentary Filmmaking. Sadly, not one of us had a camera. Probably just as well, because not many stars accept wearing blue jeans.
Receiving Oscar, and his twin, Oscar, was a special honor to me, since I had neither made, nor been in any documentary films, nor even fetched donuts and coffee for the real filmmakers. Regardless, I got to hold Oscar and Oscar, and I got to make a speech accepting my Academy Awards. So I am in an unusual club of people who have never actually acted or contributed in any way, shape or form to a movie, who has been presented an Academy Award.
Yes, I’m that good.
But I am of a generous nature. And while I cannot give each and every one of my blogging buddies an Oscar, I am able to share some awards I have recently received.
But first, I have to figure out who has won what, so as not to be redundant. Redundancy is OK when you’re getting Oscars, but not so much with blog awards. But that’ll come. Soon. Because we bloggers are taking over the world! Oscar and Oscar would be proud.