Today-- this, the most holiest of all days-- is Oscar Sunday. Called "the gay man's Superbowl" and scorned for its shallowness and inability to pinpoint actual quality in film and acting, I still treat this day like Christmas and Thanksgiving rolled into one. By that, I mean I find an excuse to eat rich food and then sing carols to myself after polishing off the wine.
I'm still trying to work out how I can finagle some gifts.
My plan of attack: set up the bracket, buy some wine, hook up my long ethernet cable so I can tweet/read liveblogs during Red Carpet, and start the actual watching of E! around 3PM.
Toodles!
(photo from Weekly Reader)
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