Sunday, March 7, 2010

Sorry, James.

The Oscars. Hollywood's night to award some of the highest paid, Armani Prive and Chopard wearing people with little golden men, whose purpose is ultimately to raise the salaries a little more. Tonight was no exception - if last year was more subdued because of the economic recession, this year was rife with extravagant, full-skirt ball gowns and way too much back-patting. The red carpet coverage was more awkward than a nerd going through puberty, but everyone looked pretty damn great, and at least Avatar didn't sweep.

Karmic retribution for my sharp tongue lies in the fact that I think I have a cavity. Possibly my first ever. Hopefully not...

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