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( A thought on last night's Lost )

Snowing here. ACK. Damn it, Mother Nature, can't you do this crap this weekend when I'm not going anywhere? *shakes fist at sky*

Also, last night, I separated my possible Oscar-marathon movies from all of my other movies. There's a good forty or so piled up in front of my DVD stands. Oh, yeah, I'm prepared for Sunday. All I need now is Smirnoff and junk food, and I've got myself a good, old-fashioned Oscar Day Movie Marathon. *g* (Oh, and this morning, I watched a clip of Adrien Brody winning his Oscar and kissing Halle Berry. *snerk* That made me happy.)

EDIT: An article that sums up my problems with the Best Song category. I especially agree with that one bit about "Belleville Rendez-Vous" from Triplets of Belleville, because hell, I've still got that music file around somewhere.

I just heard this joke on the radio ...

A woman's husband hasn't been sleeping with her, so she goes out and buys a pair of crotchless panties. Then she comes home, puts them on, goes to her husband, and says, "Hey, big boy, want a piece of this?"

Her husband says, "No way! Just look what it did to your underwear!"

EDIT AND A HALF: That is so the type of joke my weirdo relatives would tell at holidays. Sheesh. *g*

EDIT: Don and Mike just preceded a story on the Pope with Tom Lehrer singing the Vatican Rag. They win at radio news. :)