It's Almost Time...

It's almost that time of year again. The Women's Superbowl is coming up this weekend, and I can hardly wait...

It's not like there is anything really exciting going on with the Oscars this year. There are no big movies, nothing that will really be a big surprise (Jaime Foxx anyone?) unless Marty finally scores a win...

Oscar day is a dedicated Jammie Day. R and the niece and some other close friends come over, all in their Jammies. It is also a well known fact that on Oscar Day nothing has calories or sugar, so all bets are off when it comes to food intake...

There is one thing about this year's Oscars that is rather disturbing. Gil Cates, the producer of the lovefest, is proposing some changes to this year's format to make it run shorter.

The "less glamorous awards", you know, the hard working folks that do make up and sound and costume design and lighting, will get their awards at their seat.

This is so wrong on every possible level. Trust me, cutting down the Oscars to under 12 hours is a good idea, but why take away a moment in the spotlight for these people that are never in the spotlight? I mean hell, without these people the "glamorous" people wouldn't look so "glamorous", they'd look like us for fuck's sake!

I mean really. It's always kind of bothered me when you see the people coming down from the North Pole in their parkas to accept their award when there are a ton of seats in front filled with people like Demi Moore who aren't even nominated for an award. Or you see people like Nicole Kidman's little kids filling the front seats while the poor screenwriter treks 5 miles to receive their award.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

His other idea I read about over at MSNBC is to gather all the award nominees on stage. I have to admit, this could be kind of interesting, watching all the losers standing behind the winner, listening to their acceptance speech with a smile frozen on their face. The one time botox might actually come in handy for an actor...

But that is my sadistic side speaking I suppose, as that would be really, really mean....Funny, but mean...

I'm still excited about it, and I'll plan my menu and get ready for the Estrogen fest that begins around noon with the pre-shows and drooling over the gowns and the jewelry.

If they don't do something with the Oscars pretty soon though, it might end with the Pre-Show, and we'll just drink margaritas and bitch about men until 11 o'clock...