I used to wonder why the people in the dress-up clothes were so happy to get awards named after a Grouch
What’s this now? Jon Stewart hosting the Academy Awards? Ooooh, count me in.
Like any good little overeducated liberal, I have a smartypants-crush on JonJon. I wish he would follow me around and narrate a commentary track for my life. (NB: My birthday is coming up in a mere six months and six days. People with strings, start pulling.) I’ve heard (read) that the show (the interview part, at least) has gone downhill a wee bit since they switched to the new set, but I haven’t seen it in at least six months and am trying to preserve the happy memories so lalalalalala I can’t hear you.
Anyway, the Oscars. I haven’t watched them in a while, but I might have to make an exception this year and invite myself onto someone-with-a-TV’s couch. The possibility of extreme snarkiness is just too good to pass up.
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