You may be familiar with the old adage "curiosity killed the cat." Of course you may not be. If you are not, hello, welcome. This is what we call "earth." We live here.

I've spent the last few days being preposterously sick and under self-imposed house arrest, which in the hands of a more capable man, could have spent learning French, developing a cure for childhood obesity, or rolling massive spliffs and melting into a wall.

Hillary, venez mettre ce contondant dans le vagin!

Instead of doing all these excellently useful things, I've watched way too many quasi-futuristic action-thrillers, downloaded and listened to Ender's Game on audiobook. Let's break this down, shall we? If you said "No, we shan't," then fuck off. This is my blog.

1) Quasi-Futuristic Action-Thrillers:
Here's the list...
The Island
The 6th Day
Minority Report
I, Robot
The Running Man
Robocop
The entirety of the show "Firefly"

2) Ender's Game:
The epitome of sci-fi geekery. Reading Ender's Game is like a right of passage for nerds. I read it as part of required summer reading for seventh grade, because honestly there's enough pre-pubescent angst in it to make any rising middle schooler feel potent. The audiobook features a cast of a handful of voice actors, a few of which are exceptionally annoying but some of which have just...epic voices.

So there's that. But let's get back to the subject at hand, fucking ridiculous cats. We've already covered how I feel about cats and cat ownership - kind of unbelievable that I own one. Also kind of annoying from a cat's perspective to know that he is considered "owned." Frederick Douglass would be pretty pissed off about this whole article, I imagine.

Do you own a cat? Yes? Then you may stop reading. You already know this. Do you not own a cat? Welcome. This is my life.

Nothing is sacred to a cat. Every last atom that makes up the fabric of your world is privy to the imagination and wonderment of your feline friend/enemy. A dangling shoelace, a wiggling toe, a flaccid penis, all these things are as interesting a plaything for a cat as any commercially available toy could ever be. Much like with children or puppies, you learn to "cat-proof" your home. If you ever want your fingernail clippers to be seen again, you find a tight cubby for them to be placed in lest they be molested by your cat. I have learned these lessons. Everything I own finds its way into a drawer or other cat-proof locale to prevent the loss of my multitude of exceptionally valuable small items (read: testicles). Even then, there are few places that are ultimately inaccessible to your cat.

Velocicattor

You see, I've come to find that this sonuvabitch is pretty intelligent. He knows how to shut a door with his head, preventing a canine companion from joining me in the bathroom, for example. He's learned when the best times to capitalize on his curiosity are. For example, this evening I opened the above cabinet to fetch a few slices of bread. I turned my back as I prepared to slather some crunchy peanut butter (I used to be a creamy guy, but I figure if I'm already chewing, why not chew with purpose?) onto the recently acquired bread. Without thinking, I closed the cabinet door and went about making my deliciously simple treat. It wasn't until I got to a particularly annoying segment of Ender's Game that it occurred to me that there was another, more foreign sound making up the cacophony of my evening.

There was a persistent mewing, a thrashing and crashing that sounded like Helen Keller trying to bathe a drunk. As I hesitantly approached the source of the noise, I found a young catling struggling to open a box of Cheez-Its perched on his chest.

Actually, screw off. Nyquil rocks. You suck. Actually you rock. Tell other people that they suck on my behalf. Unless they read me, too. Then tell them you're sorry for saying they suck and kiss their baby. If they don't have a baby, impregnate them or give them the privilege of carrying their spawn within you. Then, when the child is born, kiss it. Now we're even. You're welcome.

Within 36 hours you shall find that I have posted part two of my ever popular "Things I've Learned From Unemployment" series. And by popular I mean...you've read it. And I've read it.

So stop thinking. Seriously. No, seriously. Fuck! What? Stop it! You're going to....oh! And there it is. You put your eye out.

Hi everyone,

It's me. I'm here after having a few Jack 'n Cokes and the only thing on TV it seems is the AKC championship. So far it's some dude from Entertainment Tonight...Bob something? And some girl who really shouldn't be wearing a sleeveless dress.

Anyway, I figured this would be exceptionally boring, so for your benefit I'm going to be getting incredibly drunk during the course of the program.

Edit: 8:03 PM / Four Shots - There's some dude that looks like The Rajin' Cajun James Carville saying something about sallow cheeks.

First event is beginning and it's the Toy category! Get out your leotards and strike a pose, 'cause the gay is getting gayer!

Bob-Something said something lame about being a chauvinist because the male dog was wearing a bow. Way to go. Papillon means butterfly. You know what else means butterfly, Bob? Butterfly does.

The Chinese Crested is up. What a fucking ugly dog. Toy Poodle also ugly. What's sad is that the commentators really are proud that they've followed this competition for "years." And the worst thing is they aren't even as drunk as I am.

Edit: 8:08 PM / Five Shots - Bob is going chauvinist again! Ooooh this is so naughty. I'm surprised this isn't rated M for "Making me want to get drunker." Wait, wait...looking at a Maltese and it has THREE bows in its hair, and Bob doesn't say a thing?

The walk-people or whatever you call them are wearing Nazi-like sleeve bands. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Oh who am I kidding, where's Hitler when you need him?

Apparently there are "Junior Handlers" which is code for "slightly less sad than the regular kind." Ooooh a bull dyke! The human kind, not the dog kind.

Edit: 8:15 PM / Five and a Half Shots - This Afrin commercial is racist. Now there's a Tide commercial with some punkass bitch in a yellow shirt. She sucks. Jen with the green shirt in the Comcast commercial sounds extremely annoying - the commercial clearly says she takes an hour to tell a five minute story. I know people like that. And I kill them. Word? Word. RONI DEUTCH SAVED ME $35,000 ON A TAX BAILOUT! THEN SHE ATE OUT MY MOM! AHHHH!

THese are all commericals. I'm going to stop editing here so you can see a nautral digression.

Edit: 8:18 PM / Five and a Half Shots - James Carville lookalike just said something about short tits, I think. Bob Dickface is making everyone run around in dainty little circles and shit is getting real. I fully expect Ethan Hawke to show up somewhere and make a pensive, thinly mustachioed face.

Some chick with unfortunate breasts and far-apart eyes is saying something about Eukaneuba or Blue Danueba or whatever. Oh! Oh! Percy get your ass over here! We're about to start the Non-Sporting Dogs Event Section!! I'm SOOOO EXCITED.

Geico is involved in this shit somehow. Michelle Billings is a judge. Whoever that is. She looks like the Cryptkeeper. Y'know, from the Krypt

We just got an explanation of the word "withers" which is one of my favorite words in the English language. Seriously, say the sentence "This bitch is 26 inches at the withers" and tell me you didn't giggle. Just a little.

Barlkey has an owner with tig 'ol bitties. And bitch needs some de-frizz shampoo. Fuckin' A.

Edit: 8:24 AM / Six Shots - I was watching paint dry on the wall so I missed the last part, but the audience went "OHHH!" like the last dog got called to the principal's office. Hahahahah the dude said "She's a beautiful bitch and a bit of a brat, but she's a great dog." THIS is why I watch dog shows people.

Lhasa Apso is up with some chick that looks like my high school English teacher. Except with less formaldehyde.

This Bob guy is killing me, he's like the Uncle figure I wrote about a while back, the guy from the World Series of Poker.

HOLY CANKLES!!! Jolene Parreira the owner of some small bitch (ha! I can say this and mean it) has ankles like oak trees.

Okay, y'know what? The more I think about it, the more I realize that nobody wins. It's over. The internet is filled to the brim with porn and I'm watching a dog show? With commercials for lawyers wearing cowboy hats? Whatever.

I'm done with this, stop thinking, bitches. Especially at your withers.

Well it's been just over two months of unemployment, folks. If you missed how it happened...then I'm sorry, but I'm done talking about it. At least for now. I may feel the need in the foreseeable future. It's certainly been quite a journey; one filled with beards, Zack Galafinakis comparisons, confused intoxication and a few other things as well. I sit now on the cusp of some very serious job hunting, including a prospect that incredibly combines my love for all things dubbed "new media," the psychology of advertising, the advertising of advertising and the...THE INTERNET. I know what you're thinking, "He must be on another bender." And don't get me wrong, if I could be, I would be. Unfortunately the cash crunch prohibits even alcohol consumption. That's how you know I've gotten to the bottom of the financial barrel - no booze. I'm essentially living right at the poverty level; wondering where my next meal will come from, scrounging up pennies and quarters from wherever I can find them. The dollar menu is an unemployed man's best friend and his waistline's worst enemy. But that's another post. It is this very financial insecurity that brings me to the first thing I've learned from being unemployed:

Part I:
Saving Money is Hardly Easy: Easy to Do But Hard to Live With

I'm sending a signal to your box. Heh...did you see what I did there?

Who is your daddy, and what does he drive?

Conserving trips will not only help save your precious money from being spent on gasoline (and leaving a larger pool for your booze budget) but you'll also be doing...shit...there's something else...oh that's right, helping the environment. This pretty much speaks for itself; if you're a list-person (we'll get to that in a bit), figure out which things on your list are errands, and which are close together. You'll get more knocked out at one time and in turn feel slightly better about yourself when standing in front of the mirror thinking "Which sweatpants should I wear today?"

5) Cook at home. I know. I know. This one is tough. But if you can master the art of coupon-clipping and curb that burgeoning alcoholism, you'll have enough money to make some pretty great meals at home. This article from The New York Times has a great 10-item shopping list that I have bought on more than one occasion for around $15 and made 5 different meals multiple times. There are tons of resources around the interwebs for eating on a budget, so find them, Pokey.

6) Put your pride in the freezer. If you're lucky enough to have friends they will probably want to spend time with you.

You won't be able to afford their apartment on an unemployed person's salary. But they can still cook for you.

Don't be too proud to accept an invite over for dinner or the charity of a friend bringing some food over to you. Of course, if you don't have friends, then we're going to have to figure that out later.

Obviously there's a lot more that can be done to save money while unemployed, but those six things have helped me to survive while I soul search and find what the next stage in The Life of Phil will be.

Part II: "We just think you're overqualified" in this 10 part series will be coming soon. Please feel free to share your own tips on saving money, because umm..*ahem*...I could use them, too. Until then, don't think too hard, it makes you look ugly.

Dear Internets,

It's that time of year again. You've had enough egg nog to last you until next year, the thought of turkey still makes you sleepy and you've already given up on at least two of your New Year's resolutions. If you think you haven't, look a little more closely. Aren't I such an "upper?"

Anyway, late January means two things in my world:
1) The Superbowl (11 minutes of actual game play and four hours of glorious advertising)
2) The Oscar nominees.
3) If there were to be a three, it would probably involve some type of crying, akin to caterwauling. Without all the rutting.

The Superbowl will be another post entirely (haha, don't you love when I say that? It's basically a guarantee that I'll never write about it), so today we are here for my take on the ol' Oscar Prediction bandwagon. Please keep in mind that other than the fact that I occasionally go to the movies and have never been wrong about anything ever, I am completely unqualified to be held accountable for any large bets you place based off my predictions.

And the winners are (bold and italicized):

Best Picture
“Avatar”
“The Blind Side”
“District 9"
“An Education”
“The Hurt Locker”
“Inglourious Basterds”
“Precious: Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire”
“A Serious Man”
“Up”
“Up in the Air”

Let's be honest. James Cameron fucked with your mind in this movie. It was all three dimensional and had some gay song that people liked. And it made a fucking billion dollars. Almost two. Even Bill Gates paused his Zune long enough to think "Was that the wind blowing?" Plus all these other ones, with the exception of "Up in the Air" aren't necessarily indie enough to fit the trend of the last decade's Best Picture nods going to pretentious indie "woe is me" movies.

At this point I'd like to go ahead and remind you I only loosely know what I'm talking about. So if you feel the need to interject an opinion other than "Oh my God, you're so handsome!" then please go smash your head through a panel of drywall and pour lemon juice in your eyes.

Best Direction
“Avatar” — James Cameron
“The Hurt Locker” — Kathryn Bigelow
“Inglourious Basterds” — Quentin Tarantino
“Precious: Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire” — Lee Daniels
“Up in the Air” — Jason Reitman

Even though Quentin Tarantino has already popped an entire bottle of Viagra to draw attention away from that honking chin of his on the red carpet, Inglorious Basterds wasn't good enough to reward him with a tiny naked gold man. A blue man maybe, but that was Vegas and we're not supposed to talk about that. "The Hurt Locker" is just too lame of a title to really be taken seriously, "Up in the Air" had some great performances from the leads but I don't think you can safely attribute that to a visionary director. And "Precious?" What the shit-fuck? I had to make up a new profanity just to describe my disdain, disbelief and overall dissyness of a movie that is called "Precious." "Precious" is when someone else's kid shits their pants at the mall. "Precious" is when your cat gets into the peanut butter and leaves little peanut butter paw prints all around your house and you go to Home Depot to hire some temp labor to clean it up. If a movie called "Precious" wins any awards, I'm emigrating to Canada. In case that wasn't enough evidence, let me remind you that Avatar made two fucking billion dollars. James Cameron did nothing but think about blue people for ten years (he really would've loved that Vegas trip I took with Tarantino). He designed a new type of film and camera equipment for Christ's sake. If some fuck-brain wins for directing a movie called "Precious," which I can only imagine is about little ceramic dolls that come to life and have silent tea parties while Judy Dench weeps softly in the background, then James Cameron should be awarded full Presidential pardon for murdering America.

Actor in a Leading Role
Jeff Bridges in “Crazy Heart”
George Clooney in “Up in the Air”
Colin Firth in “A Single Man”
Morgan Freeman in “Invictus”
Jeremy Renner in “The Hurt Locker”

Clooney deserves it. Let's be honest. The guy has developed such a panache for these type of films. Each grey hair he gains makes him that much more believable as a lost soul seeking redemption for his past (drawing on his experience as Batman for inspiration, perhaps?). But Morgan Freeman is Morgan Freeman. Nelson Mandela straight up asked Morgan Freeman, "Will you be me if they make a movie about me?" And Morgan Freeman was like "Dude. Fuckin' A." Morgan Freeman's voice makes unborn kittens purr, unwed mothers proud and Olympic Athletes...well he doesn't really impact them. Plus apparently Nelson Mandela was some famous political figure in some city in Antarctica or something and that will automatically get people's award-glands pumping. Everyone else probably sucks. Well that's not true. I really like Jeff Bridges. But whatever nobody else cares about him.

Actress in a Leading Role
Sandra Bullock in “The Blind Side”
Helen Mirren in “The Last Station”
Carey Mulligan in “An Education”
Gabourey Sidibe in “Precious: Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire”
Meryl Streep in “Julie & Julia”

I don't know how to say this. Because I've seen Sandra Bullock in person and she did NOT look this good. This was five years ago. But homegirl stomped the fucking yard in The Blind Side. I would clean my act up if it meant snugglin' up next to that piece of a...oh, hello. I didn't realize you were still here. I have a soft spot for the movie because the crew and some of the cast stayed at my hotel during production so I'd like to see them do well. But did I mention Sandra Bullock's derriere? Someone get me some cornbread! I'm not sure that's related.

Actor in a Supporting Role
Matt Damon in “Invictus”
Woody Harrelson in “The Messenger”
Christopher Plummer in “The Last Station”
Stanley Tucci in “The Lovely Bones”
Christoph Waltz in “Inglourious Basterds”

Didn't see any of these. But I heard that Stanley Tucci was like crazy or something. Plus I'm SO tired of Matt Damon's stupid face and stupid hair. Have you ever noticed how stupid his face is? It's SO stupid.

Actress in a Supporting Role
Penélope Cruz in “Nine”
Vera Farmiga in “Up in the Air”
Maggie Gyllenhaal in “Crazy Heart”
Anna Kendrick in “Up in the Air”
Mo’Nique in “Precious: Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire”

Just the facts, ma'am. Let's go over them. "Precious?" Ha. Fuck. Off. "Mo'Nique?" There wasn't enough of their first choice for the role, a poor working girl named "Nique." Anna Kendrick was aight, but she's not there yet. Maggie Gyllenhaal can go live in stupid face land with Matt Damon and Alyson Hannigan. Vera Farmiga just moved in with me and I just introduced her to "Oscar" so she's already a winner. That leaves old Penalohpee. Nine, from what I saw of it (Yay screeners! Yay A.D.D.!) was just the kind of shit the Academy eats up and Lady Cruz is easy on the eyes, ears, nose and throat. Ummm...moving on.

Writing (Adapted Screenplay)
“District 9” — Written by Neill Blomkamp and Terri Tatchell
“An Education” — Screenplay by Nick Hornby
“In the Loop” — Screenplay by Jesse Armstrong, Simon Blackwell, Armando Iannucci, Tony Roche
“Precious: Based on the Novel ‘Push’ by Sapphire” — Screenplay by Geoffrey Fletcher
“Up in the Air” — Screenplay by Jason Reitman and Sheldon Turner

Baaahahahahhahahaah! You didn't actually think I'd give "Precious" an award, did you? "Up In the Air." The rest of them were written by my six year old that I just found out about.

Writing (Original Screenplay)
“The Hurt Locker” — Written by Mark Boal
“Inglourious Basterds” — Written by Quentin Tarantino
“The Messenger” — Written by Alessandro Camon & Oren Moverman
“A Serious Man” — Written by Joel Coen & Ethan Coen
“Up” — Screenplay by Bob Peterson, Pete Docter, Story by Pete Docter, Bob Peterson, Tom McCarthy

I am in no way, shape or form ashamed to tell you that I think "Up," more than any other of their movies to date, is Pixar's masterpiece. They literally could've ended the movie just after the exposition and I would've been just as endeared to it. For an animated film to create characters that demand such sincere emotional attachment is an achievement that I do not take lightly. There are no jokes, here folks. I think "Up" is one of the top five screenplays of the decade. There was not a dry eye in the house at the end of that movie. I need to watch it again. Now.

Animated Feature Film
“Coraline”
“Fantastic Mr. Fox”
“The Princess and the Frog”
“The Secret of Kells”
“Up”

Coraline was the dumbest movie ever. I wish this Tim Burton-style of not-quite-stop-motion animation would just disappear. The "Fantastic Mr. Fox" was so fantastic that nobody ever heard of it, even the cast and crew. While it was refreshing to see that Disney still has real animators on retainer, that story was a little too "Hey kids, isn't it great to be culturally diverse!" for me to be able to appreciate the story. I'm all about diversity. Hell, I went to Diversity University where I majored in Diversification of Non-Diverse Cultural Subgroups and the Correlating Diversities (or DNDCSCD as we lovingly call it). "The Secret of Kells" is still a secret to me. And surprise surprise, "Up" wins. If you haven't seen it, pause your reading of this and go see it.

Art Direction: