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*snuggles shiny new computer*

Meet Oscar. I want to make mad, passionate love to him. Then again, it's probably illegal in this state.

...

Hmph! Like I care.

*snogs shiny new computer, ignoring the constant electric shocks*

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I once had a script idea about a modern-day virgin who discovered she was pregnant. Ever since seeing "The Passion of the Christ" yesterday, that idea has flared back up again.

And now I have a working computer and qnotku flinging plotbunnies at my head. ARGH.

*fends off plotbunnies with a handy shotgun*

EDIT: Aw, look at him just standin' there next to his seat. Isn't Bill adorable? Oh, please, please win. I beg you. You or Johnny, because if Sean Penn wins Best Actor, I won't be responsible for my actions.

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It's the bit about Jamie Lee Curtis's dress that gets me. What kind of a moron thinks Jamie Lee Curtis, of all of the people who are going to show up tonight, would wear a dress proudly exhibiting her nipples?

EDIT: This is why I want Shohreh Aghdashloo to win Best Supporting Actress. Because, damn it, isn't she pretty?

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Okay, the question remains ... exactly how big of a dork does it make me if I wear my Lord of the Rings T-shirt to the Oscar party tonight?

Now, keep in mind that I did hack off the sleeves to better show off the One Ring tattoo. I feel rather like a geeky mechanic in this thing.