I'm sorry, but the Oscars last night SUCKED. Big time! And oddly, we watched them to the bitter end. Some years we don't watch the Academy Awards at all, and I can't remember the last time I stayed up for the whole shebang. I think we stuck it out this year because it was like watching some hideous traffic accident; you knew you should just look away, but your eyes were magnetically drawn to the spectacle. Plus Gordon and I both had our netbooks out and were having an impromptu Facebook Oscar party with our friends during the whole show. Some of the comments were scathingly hilarious. Bring on the F-bombs.
The other thing that made it all bearable was our annual tradition, invented by Gordon about a decade ago: The Oscar Sundae...
Vanilla ice cream, homemade hot fudge sauce, pecans, bananas and toasted coconut. But we forgot the whipped cream.
It almost made James Franco bearable. Almost. He could have dunked himself in hot fudge sauce and slathered on whipped cream and I still wouldn't have found him appetizing.
And here's a much cuter couple that Anne Hathaway and James "I smoked a cucumber-sized spliff in the limo on the way over" Franco...
Still watching those chickadees.
Sometimes Julius gets a turn!
And a very funny Guardian article about the whole Oscars debacle.