Who says Hollywood’s dishonest?

You may have noticed that there were Academy Awards this weekend. Hopefully you weren’t too disappointed by the results.

(Sorry, Clooney fans. He can’t win for the same role every year.)

(Oh, and to people who just discovered science fiction through Avatar and can’t believe it only won special effects awards: get used to it.)

But, now that we’re in the aftermath, we can reflect on Hollywood’s choices.  And when Sandra Bullock says she “didn’t aspire” to win the Oscar for Best Actress–or ever win an Oscar at all–we mean it from the bottom of our hearts when we say, “Yeah, we could tell.”

Won’t someone think of the comatose?

In case you hadn’t figured out that a naked calendar isn’t the panacea for all funding woes (especially in the case of Spanish moms), here’s a story that should wreck every single one of your “Calendar Girls” dreams: A naked charity calendar intended to raise cash for the North West Air Ambulance of Wigan, England has been banned from ambulance stations (link may not be safe for work) across the region. Apparently some people think that ambulance workers posing nude comprises their integrity and dignity. Now how are they going to revive the people that fall into a diabetic shock?

Once again, thanks a lot Helen Mirren, you big Oscar winning jerk.

Great Ledger’s ghost!*

The ghost of Heath Ledger still refuses to move on.

While alive, he lingered around, making us watch horrible movies like 10 Things I Hate About You with our girlfriends (or A Knight’s Tale with our boyfriends).

In death, he haunted the Internet through creepy necrophiliac fans. Then he nightstalked his ex-girlfriend. (Sorry, Heath. If marriage ends at death, then dating ends at the pill coma.)

Now, he’s angling for a Best Supporting Actor Academy Award for his performance as ICP in The Dark Knight. Look, it’s bad enough that Hollywood is dangling his reanimated corpse in front of us this summer, but rewarding zombie labor? They’re stealing our jobs (and accolades)!

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