And the award for sleepygrumpypoorlyfucker goes to…
…it’s me, again. Well what an amazing surprise. I’d like to thank the academy, my trousers, the makers of cake, Stalin, pillows and skinny Buddha. Who’d a thunk it?
And as for the actual Oscars, isn’t it incredible that a humble coal man has become a woman and won the award for best female acting person?
Pillows and skinny Buddha might have to be the title to my never to be written memoirs.
These paragraphs are short, aren’t they?
Also, question marks are seemingly in vogue. Or are they?
If you’ve read this far you may be wondering if I have anything meaningful to say in this post. Nope. Why change the habit of a lifetime? Question mark.
I did question Mark, once. He said he wasn’t there, didn’t see anything and that he had a watertight alibi. Then he threw a shoe at a wall.