It’s been appallingly, disappointingly, inconsiderately snowy here in NYC. Which means, for the most part, that Delta and I have been hunkering down indoors, spending significant stretches of time prostrate on the couch.
Not the ideal way to spend a winter. I wouldn’t quite say I’m proud of watching a ten hour marathon session of Law and Order. Even Queen Jaffa started casting us worried glances from time to time, no doubt wondering if her parents had spontaneously metamorphosed into slugs.
On the other hand, our sloth has allowed us to do a flurried catch up of all the Oscars nominations for this year. After a year replete with films devoid of any merit, Hollywood pulled a typical stunt and released all the quality stuff en masse right at the very end.
Which would not be a problem in itself, except for peeps like Delta and me who get disproportionately competitive about predicting the Oscars results. If you’re going to do that, you need to watch the films. Ergo, the flurried catch-up.
Five years ago, Delta swiped six plastic, golden Oscars award figurines from Nooj’s apartment. A long story, perhaps for another day, but needless to say it left us with six gold figurines, and Nooj without. Every year since then, we’ve been holding an Oscar’s party and giving away one of the figurines to the winner who predicted the best. Because – even if one can’t act oneself – there’s nothing to stop you from judging others, of course. To date, rather infuriatingly, Bobbis has won the award almost every year. Now there’s only one figurine left, and this year, I’m determined to win.
Ergo, the flurried catch up.
Not the ideal way to spend a winter. I wouldn’t quite say I’m proud of watching a ten hour marathon session of Law and Order. Even Queen Jaffa started casting us worried glances from time to time, no doubt wondering if her parents had spontaneously metamorphosed into slugs.
On the other hand, our sloth has allowed us to do a flurried catch up of all the Oscars nominations for this year. After a year replete with films devoid of any merit, Hollywood pulled a typical stunt and released all the quality stuff en masse right at the very end.
Which would not be a problem in itself, except for peeps like Delta and me who get disproportionately competitive about predicting the Oscars results. If you’re going to do that, you need to watch the films. Ergo, the flurried catch-up.
Five years ago, Delta swiped six plastic, golden Oscars award figurines from Nooj’s apartment. A long story, perhaps for another day, but needless to say it left us with six gold figurines, and Nooj without. Every year since then, we’ve been holding an Oscar’s party and giving away one of the figurines to the winner who predicted the best. Because – even if one can’t act oneself – there’s nothing to stop you from judging others, of course. To date, rather infuriatingly, Bobbis has won the award almost every year. Now there’s only one figurine left, and this year, I’m determined to win.
Ergo, the flurried catch up.
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