woo?

Boy, did the Oscars suck major ass.

I couldn't even catch a buzz on the drinking game! Jack Nicholson wasn't there, so I finally just started gulping if they showed Michael Douglas - he seemed to be the "reaction shot guy." I mean - I couldn't even chug during the dead celeb montage! I was taking swigs for anything - "Someone! Please mention Iraq! Please get cut off!" (Thankfully, that short subject film guy, who thought way too much of himself, got me a drink with that. I loved the look on his partner's face as they were sent away without his getting a chance to speak: "You longwinded fuckwad! See if I work with you again!")

Oh well. At least I'm bored enough that I should sleep well.

(PS: Commercial-wise, I was interested to know that people don't have heart attacks anymore, they have CVD, and I was very happy indeed that Badger made it home to his shitty vacationing family who apparently didn't think it was worth their while to take five minutes to find him when he first got lost.)