Monday, Monday

I'm in one crazeee writing stretch. Oh, I know. It's not coal mining. I don't have black lung. I may have tarry liver, but that's not exactly from the writing. That is from the liquouring.

So, the Oscars, huh? Yeah. That may have been my last year glued to it. I miss Cher's Bob Mackie outfits, and drunken "Thank you" speeches, and the sense that things were a little messy and unscripted - and fun. It's become, more than ever, a catered corporate event, with longer dresses. It always was so, but, oh, cocaine and money and bell bottoms at least kept it awake.

Maybe we need to look at something more unpredictable -like a YouTube awards. The Tubies (Youbies?) could have some sort of annual thing and winners accept in character - in their unders, drunk, with their moms yelling in the background.

Other awards to be handed out:

Facebook - Most Used SuperFunWhatShoeSizeAreYouAnd/OrAreYouSexy Application,

Blogger - Most links in one entry,

MySpace - Best Misuse of Song As Personal Anthem,

or

MySpace - Glitteriest while Porniest "Thanks for the ad!" icon.

Do you "do" Facebook? I can only "friend" people I actually know (Okay, and two bloggers I read often enough that I know too much), but I think about "friending" a hot agent, just to see what happens. Facebook started for college kids, and sure, there are teens on there, but mostly it seems be 30- and 40-somethings, networking. See? We're application subversive, yo, with our Williams-Sonoma mixers and our high thread counts and our perimenopausal mood swings. Fear us!