So if I go to this party, I can munch on red carpet? In front of everyone?


Kinky.....

I've decided to vote my favorites, as if I were an Academy member ... and not how I think the geezer Academny members will vote.

If I lose ... and I expect I will (with my taste being far better than theirs), I will simply eat another cupcake ... and enjoy even better taste.

Someone please take a picture of said cupcakes. If I am joining via vibes, I have to see the cupcakes!!!

Why Morrigoon, you didn't tell me you preferred red heads!


Sorry.


I am particularly looking forward to watching the awards with others who are interested in who wins the technical awards. I still have not forgiven the Academy for awarding Best Editing to Titanic. Or any of the LOTR movies, for that matter.

To a straight woman, all heads are red ;)

I did my mad libs speech...

Wow. Oh boy. I wasn't going to prepare a speech, but my Mom told me I'd jinx myself if I didn't. So, thanks, Little Moose! [Pause. Inhale deeply. Nod to Jack Nicholson.] I'd like to thank the Academy. I'd like to thank the perfunctory, swanky, geriatric actors I was nominated with. Just to be included in a group with you all is an honor. I'd like to thank my manager, Ruth, my agent, Ari, my stylist, and all the immensely talented people at New Line, Harvey Weinstein, Thad, and Dr. Teaberry.

I'd also like to thank my parents, who supported me through wet my pants. And Amy Powell, my one ... true ... love [gaze into audience]. Last, but certainly not least, we all just lost Jackie Mason, a truly curious visionary and fantabulous soul. [Begin tearing.] I'd like us to take a moment to ... No! Christ on a bicycle!! Don't start playing that music, I have 73 more people to go! My editor Tom Moore, my accountant Jane, my lawyer Bill, and my personal assistant Tiffany, Josh at Hippogryff Pictures. Brad Grey. When we started this project, Persistant sweat glands was something no one wanted to talk about. Victims of Skinhead copulation, this is for you! Thank ...

ok.

Wow. Oh boy. I wasn't going to prepare a speech, but my Aunt Faffy told me I'd jinx myself if I didn't. So, thanks, Space Girl! [Pause. Inhale deeply. Nod to Jack Nicholson.] I'd like to thank the Academy. I'd like to thank the fat, greasy, geezer actors I was nominated with. Just to be included in a group with you all is an honor. I'd like to thank my manager, Shlomo Blinkenstein, my agent, Ari, my stylist, and all the immensely talented people at New Line, Harvey Weinstein, Ling Ling, and Dr. Phil.
I'd also like to thank my parents, who supported me through a malaria attack. And Thora Birch, my one ... true ... love [gaze into audience]. Last, but certainly not least, we all just lost Mel Brooks, a truly quick visionary and ginormous soul. [Begin tearing.] I'd like us to take a moment to ... No! Stars and Stripes!! Don't start playing that music, I have 86 more people to go! My editor Bilo, my accountant Ira Rosensteinberg, my lawyer Marsha Clark, and my personal assistant Mitzi Gaynor, Josh at Minotaur Pictures. Brad Grey. When we started this project, sweaty butt cracks were something no one wanted to talk about. Victims of transgendered whaling, this is for you! Thank ...

LOL! The Oscar program has been on for 5 minutes and they've already referred to it 3 times as the Super Bowl.

I was just looking at the TV schedule and see that ABC has about 4 hours of pre-game coverage. If they want a legitimate comparison to the Super Bowl they're going to have to bump that number up.

Myself, I haven't yet decided if I will watch or just read the results tomorrow. A return to bed sounds very tempting.