Coinkydink Or Coinkydonk? Academy Award Winner – Judd Apatow?!

An explanation may be required: Coinkydink = Coincidence & Coinkydonk = Not.  Happy now?

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3 folks in this poster...

Since the previews were first shown for Judd Apatow’s “third film,” Funny People, I’ve had a feeling there was something a little more sinister going on behind the scenes.  Namely, I had a gut feeling Apatow might be seeking an Oscar nod.  Here’s the preview for anyone that doesn’t watch TV, have access to the TripleDoubleU, or go to the theater.  (Damn disabled embedding!)

Now I haven’t seen the film, and I don’t want to give away what I’ve learned of the plot, but believe me, it’s possible.  Apatow’s built himself a fairly sentimental/comical lineup, starting with television’s Freaks and Geeks and Undeclared, up to his directorial efforts, The 40 Year Old Virgin and Knocked Up.  If Little Miss Sunshine and Juno can get nominations, why not Funny People?

Then it occurred to me.  Robert Redford directed a little film back in 1980 that cleaned up at the Academy Awards.  Want to know it’s name?

Ordinary People.

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...and 3 folks in this poster. Hmmm...

So I ask you, loyal audience wandering clickers spammers anybody, is it a coinkydink or a coinkydonk?

In My Brain While Sleeping… Gash Monsters, Flying Pucks, And Robert Redford

I had a series of strange dream flashes recently.  Here’s the gist of them:

1) The Gash Monster.  This one is a little messed up.  The opening of the dream started like a pinhole fade-in… except the pinhole was a square.  As the blackness pulled away, it revealed a creature comprised of eyes that looked just like this one below: 

(Kinda) Artistic Representation

(Kinda) Artistic Representation

It was covered in gashes (take that word choice however you may), and in every slit (same goes for that word choice) rested a beady, blinking eye.  The beast was the size of a couch and shaped like a boar.  Its snorting (and endless staring) woke me up immediately.

2) The Floating Puck.  In this dream, there was a ten foot cushioned, hockey puck-looking thing in a play area.  Some kids were floating above it, but I thought they were flying by jet packs like we’re used to seeing (even though I saw none):

In case you couldn't put "jet" and "pack" together in your mind.

In case you couldn't put "jet" and "pack" together in your mind.

When they started doing flips, it freaked me out.  I was worried they’d crash and smash their heads.  As it turned out, this puck-thing blasted air which made everyone virtually weightless.  At the point I finally stood on it, I had to jump to get started.  I lifted a bit higher with each jump, but I was too heavy for it and slowly descended back to the ground.  For whatever reason, this made me wake up, laughing out loud.

3) The Giveaway.  This is maybe even stranger than the other two dreams.  I was in my basement doing laundry, and Robert Redford was also there, going through all of his old awards.  He was pulling out all kinds of trophies and throwing them in the trash – even his Oscars.  The only one he wanted to keep was from Butch Cassidey and the Sundance Kid (for which he wasn’t even nominated).  He told me he’d give me his Academy Award from The Sting (he didn’t win, but at least he was nominated).  When he reached into the box, he pulled out a toy of the Gash Monster.

Like this Star Wars creature, but not at all.

Like this Star Wars creature, but not at all.