Leave your picket signs at home, the strike is over, and the Oscars are on!
When: Sunday February 24 starting at 6:00 pm
Location: Our house, in the middle of the street
1406 Alpine Way, Provo, UT 84606 US
Come and pit your movie knowledge against the best of them (seriously, I have been unchallenged for way too long) and fill out your predictions as the 2008 Oscars. Show us what the intellectual theater-types were watching while we were being disappointed by Spiderman 3. Oh emo-Spidey, with great emo-power comes great emo-responsibility.
Prizes will be given for whoever predicts the most right (and the fewest) and whoever has seen the most nominated films (and the fewest) and anyone who comes sporting a Daniel Day-Lewis mustache or a Javier Bardem haircut gets automatic bonus points. Just don't expect me to sit next to you if you have that haircut, because it creeps me out.
If the prizes aren't enough to convince you, then come for the unveiling of the third, yes THIRD, official Oscar cake.
Also, for those of you who are unable to carpool from 1,000+ miles away (ahem, the Other Sisters), you can still participate in the ballot contest by emailing me your predictions. As of today, NO ONE has emailed me any predictions.
Now, you may be saying "Why even try? Bone Junior is the movie master and there's no way I can ever compete against her." I understand. I do see a lot of movies, and it's hard to go into battle if you already know you're defeated. But if it makes you feel any better, even I don't feel very confident in my picks this year, and last year I only won by a few points.
The point is, you can't win if you don't even try. Or like my grandma used to say, why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?
Actually that saying doesn't even make sense there; I just like it.
The real point is that you should come to the Oscar party because there will be good food, fun people, and a cake that has the potential to turn out looking like a penis if I mess it up.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Third Annual Oscar Partay!
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li'l mil wants you to send him some cake. and he says to tell you he's going to kick your butt in the oscar picks. (only he didn't say "butt"--he said "tush," but we know what he meant)
Tell li'l mil that I'll start taking his Oscar picks seriously when he starts talking like a human and not a screech owl.
it only sounds like screech owl to people whose butts are going to get kicked by li'l mil in the oscar picks.
I'm pretty sure that only other screech owl and dogs can hear li'l mil's frequency.
Actually...I can hear them too, and sometimes mistake it for my baby Kate's cry. Does that mean I am a screech owl or dog? Might I add that I even heard his screech owl during the Oscar watching festivities at my place?
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