For a variety of reasons, we don't have a live tree this year, but neither did we want to succumb to the temptation to go artificial. So Katie and I made our own. In terms of the sort of things we typically get up to here at the Monkey house, with one being a Norman Rockwell painting of sanity and ten being absolute metaphysical absurditude, this rates about a 4.
Hope you and yours are enjoying a pleasant holiday season.
Named for Katie-Bar-The-Door, the Katies are "alternate Oscars"—who should have been nominated, who should have won—but really they're just an excuse to write a history of the movies from the Silent Era to the present day.
To see a list of nominees and winners by decade, as well as links to my essays about them, click the highlighted links:
Look at me—Joe College, with a touch of arthritis. Are my eyes really brown? Uh, no, they're green. Would we have the nerve to dive into the icy water and save a person from drowning? That's a key question. I, of course, can't swim, so I never have to face it. Say, haven't you anything better to do than to keep popping in here early every morning and asking a lot of fool questions?