I have no idea what's happening on screen anymore, but there was some West Side Story there which I approve of.
M1k3y wants to know when Abbey will be blogging the Oscars with me.
Hmm, probably sooner than I would predict. She's already taken control of the HDTV and can pause it to go to the toilet in the middle of Playschool.
WTF is this montage meant to mean? I'm sure it says _something_, but what? Oh, wait, I geddit. It's a defense ag'in all those furrin' fillums that are invading the good ol' Oscars.
He "made her an editor"? With his editor-making magic?
Abbey heard me blogging about her and has woken again (#6)
Rupert is going to buy Anth's girlfriend's spare Wii. Good to know.
How many montages do they need? Hey, Red Buttons, we have the same birthday.
This isn't funny, it's just prolonging the pain!
I'm going so long between typing things that I'm tempted to post, but this is already entry 12 for the day, so I'll resist. I'd also like to take this oppotunity to apologise for cloggin up anyone's RSS reader.
Second Nominee for Best Dress: Reese Witherspoon
Laptop's running low on fuel.
Ginette says: someone at 9 actually gets paid to place those ads. Did you get the Happy Inconvenient Truth about Feet one, for a bank I think or pizza or face cream
Go to bed, Ginette.
So does this mean there's only one award left? Best Picture? Please?
This is the About Time Award for Scorsese. I understand the film itself is not that great. 'Course I'll look like a dolt if it takes best pic.
I don't think the presenters are supposed to cheer for the nominees.
Me = dolt.
I'd like to thank my mother for encouraging me, my dad for the wireless connection, Richard for staying out of the way (but you didn't have to go that far!), Abbey for eventually sleeping and Billy for providing a welcome distraction. But most of all, thank you for reading this far - here's an Endurance Award for you.
This dolt's going to bed.