My annual 11th hour attempt to write about some of the Oscar-nominated films. Special one-of-a-kind Limited Screenplay Edition. medium.com/@chasemannin...

I swear, if Paul Rudd comes out and does the Mac and Me bit with Conan tonight at the Oscar’s, I can die a happy man.

Stayed off all things meta yesterday. Watched as my notifications number rose throughout the day. Wasn’t as tempted as I thought I’d be to check IG. Opened FB this a.m. to a bunch of crap, but one post from a former professor worth reading. I think this is my first step in weaning off Zuzk’s teat.

I’m thrilled to announce that I’m now represented by this little dude. #timelinecleanse

Saying goodbye through the medium of film reviews: My annual Oscar's Best Picture Nominees write-up. Kind of long, so it won't hurt my feelings if you don't read. medium.com/@chasemannin...

Since Disney+ and Hulu kind of did this merger thing, you can now access Hulu movies on the Disney+ app. Which means you can now watch Poor Things on Disney+. What a time to be alive.

I set out to write about the Best Picture nominees, but I ended up writing about my relationship with my late dad. medium.com/@chasemannin...

Tired eyes at jury duty.

Dear lord that opening monologue of the Golden Globes was cringy. Just awful.

My New Year’s last year resolution last year was to change my diet and lose 15 pounds. I lost 15 pounds. And gained 9 pounds. And lost 6. And gained 5. And lost 2. Maybe this year I should focus on getting into shape instead, and hope the pounds come off. And stay off.

My little Web-slinger. Happy Christmas Eve-Eve from Disneyland.

Help—I need something to distract me so I can procrastinate grading final essays.

This should settle the debate once and for all.

Merry Christmas to me — “BFI Film Classics” book series for these three films.

Indeed.

My older brother once led the neighborhood kids in making fun of the size of my head. Nicknames included: Head, THE Head, The Head Detective. He even wrote a song about my big head. All this to say: I just got my 1st haircut in months and a great weight has lifted off my shoulders. #dadjoke

We did Christmas this morning. Every time my daughter went to get another present, she marched to the tree while humming “Seven Nation Army”. She watched too much college football this year.

Just woke up from an accidental 3-hour nap. I couldn't get up. Couldn't move. This is not going to help me meet my grading deadline. Sorry students.

Got to meet and fanboy over Jessica Chastain tonight at a screening of her amazing new film, Memory. “Can I just say that I freaking loved you in The Eyes of Tammy Faye?” —Me, right before snapping a selfie with her.

Much needed “Pet” Therapy today on campus. #llamallama #llamas #llamaselfie

Another trip to the theaters before 2023 ends is in order. www.rogerebert.com/reviews/sile...

Had some baseball player students “bribe” me today with coffee and a freakin YETI. A YETI. Just makes me feel all kinds of good inside. Gold stars for these guys.

I’m never disappointed when I open this app. I don’t post, but I love seeing all of y’all’s stuff.

Went as “Spot” from #AcrossTheSpiderVerse for Halloween tonight. I was a big hit.

Drinking coffee and falling asleep. Love it.

I once got into a fistfight with a friend. That night my mom saw I was down and pitied me for getting beat up. She let me watch a movie by myself in her bed. I cried. Not because I got beat up. But because I got into a fight with my best friend and no one understood why that was upsetting me.

Killers of the Flower Moon today in Oakland.

"You boy, what day is this??"

To the tune of Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic”: I’m brooooke On Amazon Prime Day.

Once again, SF weather doing whatever it wants to, regardless of what the rest of the country is doing.

The Senate's dress code should be those Nascar driving suits where you can see everyone who gave buddy money

I’ve got a problem: it’s week 4 of the semester, and I only know two students’ names in one of my classes. Two. Out of twenty.

I hate this headline, because it dishonestly portrays the subject as having changed, when what really happened was reporters & editors went along with a heroic self-mythology rather than performing scrutiny and now realize what a mistake that was, w/o owning up to it. See: Giuliani, Rudy.

Wipeout on Netflix is my happy place. Yes, this is what I want my inaugural post on here to be. I stand by it.