Monday, February 28, 2005

And the Award for Fat, Talentless, Retarded Self-Parody Goes to...

...this fucking idiot.



The Oscars were a major snoozefest this year... even by Oscars standards. It's sad when someone like Chris Rock is so obviously shackled by the corporate decorum machine. Saying "fuck" all the time doesn't make you funny, but it's a nice place to start.

Still, just about anything would've been a letdown after Saturday night. Thanks to everyone who came out to celebrate Tye's 33 1/3rd birthday party. Oh man, what a blast! Tequila shots, lots of LCD Soundsystem, sidecars, cleavage photo shoots in the bathroom, egregious backseat DJing (you know who you are), lots of New Order, not enough Johnny Cash (although "Cocaine Blues" got played twice... appropriately enough), free boxes of plastic forks, a serious debate on the merits of "In a Big Country," more bottles of Yeungling than you can shake a stick at, and "More than a Feeling." Diagnosis: Awesome. Scandalous photos will be posted as soon as they become available. With any luck they will be NSFW.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Two words: Sideshow fucking Bob.